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06 July 2010 @ 09:59 pm
(Very belated) Birthday Fic... sort of. Torchwood/Champions crossover 1/?  
Look, I aint dead! Just. Work continues to be manic, so I've not had much time for writing, but I felt I really ought to post this fic for aeron_lanart, especially since her birthday was in May! I'm afraid it isn't finished, which is part of the reason for posting. I'm hoping that comments may prod the muses into action! Anyway, here for your amusement is part the first in which Jack flirts and everyone is introduced.

Disclaimer: Usual rules apply: if you recognise, it aint mine.

A/N:Special cameo appearance by Jones the Steam.

A Time Agent Walks into a Pub...

A maroon Jaguar hurtles along country lanes, travelling at high speed. Speeds that would be dangerous for an average person. But for Richard Barrett there is no such danger. His precognitive abilities and enhanced vision allow him to perceive danger before it happens and his super-fast reflexes mean that he is always able to prevent catastrophe, making such speeds safe. For Richard Barrett and his two passengers, Sharron Macready and Craig Stirling, are The Champions, endowed with the qualities and skills of superhumans. Qualities and skills, both physical and mental, to the peak of human performance. Gifts given to them by the unknown race of people from a lost city in Tibet. Gifts that are a secret to be guarded, a secret that enables them to use their powers to their best advantage as the champions of law order and justice. But they use their gifts in secret, a secret only known to themselves.

“Have you ever noticed that, even though we’re part of an international agency, we seem to spend an awful lot of missions in Britain?” Sharron asked from the passenger seat as the three Champions sped along, yet again on a mission in Britain, this time in Wales.

“Can’t say I’d noticed,” Richard replied. Craig leaned forward, one arm on each of the front seats.

“Me neither, but come to think of it, it is a funny coincidence,” he said. Sharron looked at him and smiled.

“Oh well, I suppose we can only go where Tremayne sends us.”

*-*

Twelve Hours Earlier…

The Champions were at Nemesis HQ in Geneva for a briefing from Tremayne. Their boss flicked a switch on his desk and the large map that dominated the room swivelled round to reveal a screen. With the flick of another switch, a series of images were projected onto it as Tremayne spoke to his agents.

“These men and women you see here are all top scientists in the field of physics and they have all disappeared in the last two months.”

“You think they’re being held to work on a secret project?” Craig suggested as the map revolved back to its usual place.

“That much is obvious, Craig,” Tremayne replied tersely. “What I need you three to find out is who, where and why,” he added, slapping the case file down on his desk.

“Are there any leads?” Richard asked as he picked up the file and examined it.

“As a matter of fact, yes. It’s not much, but Dr. Richards was spotted in a small Welsh village two weeks after she vanished.”

“Perhaps she just wanted a holiday?” Sharron suggested with a chuckle. Tremayne glowered at her.

“I expect it from these two, but not you Sharron,” he said. He walked over to the map and pointed to a spot in North Wales. “I suggest you three start here.”

*-*

Meanwhile, in Cardiff…

“Jack? Jack!”

Jack looked up from the report he was reading to see Bronwyn standing in the doorway. He took a moment to appreciate her new mini skirt and then flashed her a smile.

“I’ve been looking all over, Jack! You’ve got a phone call. Calls himself Jones the Steam?” she said and the quirked one eyebrow in amusement.

It took Jack a moment to place the name, but he soon remembered Jones was a friend of Idris, jumped to his feet and ran to the nearest phone, leaving a bemused Bronwyn standing in the corridor.

He picked up a receiver and asked for the call to be put through.

“Hello?”

”Hello, Captain Harkness, is it? Jones the Steam here. We’ve got something pretty strange happening up near Grumblytown and Idris thought you’d be the man to help,” Jones explained.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

*-*

Somewhere in North Wales…

Sharron and Richard sat down at a table in a dark corner of a pub as Craig brought their drinks and placed them on the table.

“Well, I’m fairly certain the locals don’t know anything,” Sharron said. “Although they keep speaking in Welsh when I’m near so it’s a little difficult to be completely sure.”

“I’d never let on to the locals, but I speak Welsh; don’t worry, they’re only insulting us. They’re not the friendliest, are they?” Richard replied with a chuckle.

“I don’t know, they’ve been charming to me,” Craig said as he took his seat. Richard grinned around his pint.

“Well you know nobody can resist your charms, old chap,” he responded and took a drink. Craig grinned at him.

“Besides, I’d imagine you’re something of a rarity in these parts, being American,” Sharron added with a grin of her own. They all laughed but then Richard stopped and cocked his head to one side.

“I wouldn’t be so sure; listen,” he instructed. The other two stopped and listened intently, using their gifts to hear outside the noisy pub where they could hear an American man talking. He was presumably using a radio as even with their enhanced hearing they could only hear one side of the conversation.

”Look, I’m sorry I didn’t wait for permission…No, ok, I’m not; but I needed to check this out. I promise not to be the Lone Ranger if this turns serious…That’s the best I can offer,” the man said. His voice was getting louder, coming toward the pub, and the three listeners turned to the door expectantly.

A few seconds later a dashing man in his thirties, dressed in RAF uniform, walked into the bar.

“Well that’s unexpected,” Craig commented.

“There aren’t any bases near here, to my knowledge. What’s he doing here?” Richard said in a low voice as they all returned their attention to their drinks.

“Maybe the same thing we are?” Craig suggested. “After all, one of the scientists was associated with Whitehall.”

“Seems odd to be in uniform though, not very covert.”

“There’s one way to find out,” Sharron said as she downed her drink and then stood up and sashayed toward the bar, empty glass in hand.

*-*

Jack had pegged the three as agents as he walked through the door. Their London fashions screamed it in a sleepy Welsh village. They confirmed it when they surreptitiously stopped looking at him and began talking in low voices. The only thing Jack didn’t know was which agency they belonged to. He covertly scanned them with his VM and got some interesting results. But before he could consider them further the female agent approached him.

He flashed her one of his kilowatt smiles, which was returned in kind. Jack really hoped they were all on the same side, all three were really cute.

“A dress like that didn’t come from Llangollen. You’re not local, are you?” he said. She smiled.

“I could say the same,” she replied and stuck out her hand. “Sharron Macready.”

Her voice was silky and confident, her accent upper-class English and the name rang a bell with Jack, but he couldn’t quite place it. He kissed her hand then snapped to attention and saluted her.

“Captain Jack Harkness, at your service, ma’am.”

The action elicited the response Jack was seeking, Sharron blushed and giggled; clearly she was planning on seducing him for information. He could live with that, especially if she was going to invite her two friends to the party.

“Well, in that case you can buy me a drink,” she said with another giggle as she placed the empty glass on the bar.

Jack attracted the attention of the barman and ordered a gin and tonic for the lady and a pint for himself.

“Won’t your friends get jealous?” Jack asked, indicating the table in the corner with a nod of his head. Sharron chuckled.

“No, we just work together.”

“Doing what?”

“Oh, this and that,” she replied. As answers went, it wasn’t the most subtle evasion. They probably weren’t British Intelligence, they didn’t seem to have any sort of cover planned. So an outside agency, like UNCLE or Nemesis. As soon as he thought it he remembered where he knew Sharron’s name from and realised why he’d had such odd readings from them.

She and her partners were famous in Jack’s time and he’d learned all about them at the academy.

The three had been saved by nano- and cyber-organic technology given to them by a group of time-stranded aliens who were hiding peacefully in Tibet. The implants not only saved their lives, but greatly enhanced their athletic abilities, their senses and brain function to a level of human advancement more akin to Jack’s own time.

They had used their abilities on missions and had become Nemesis’ finest agents. The three were required reading for all Time Agency cadets, both as a lesson in how to operate covertly and as an example of how small changes to the timeline can have a dramatic effect on history.

Jack realised they were probably here to investigate the same thing he was. He was excited at the prospect of working with such legends, and knew that things would probably go a lot smoother if they cooperated. So he decided to be honest with them; to a point, anyway.

It suddenly dawned on Jack that while he’d been busy musing, Sharron had asked him what he was doing in the village. He smiled at her before he answered.

“Me? I’ve been asked to investigate some strange sightings in a nearby town. Can’t say more than that, it’s classified,” he replied with a knowing grin. At the same time, he sent a mental message, hoping that the three would receive and understand it. I know who you are, and why you’re here. Things will go smoother if we work together, so meet me in the churchyard in a half hour. We can talk freely there. Just in case they couldn’t understand that, Jack also sent images of the churchyard and a time, along with warm and friendly feelings.

From the shocked look on Sharron’s face he could tell that she at least had received the message. She quickly recovered her composure, smiled and nodded, covering the last gesture by raising her glass.

Jack returned the toast and then glanced at his watch.

“Oh, excuse me, I have to be somewhere. Raincheck?” he said.

“Oh, most definitely.”

*-*

As soon as Harkness had left the pub, Craig and Richard casually joined Sharron at the bar.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Richard commented.

“You got it too?” Sharron asked. The boys nodded.

“I don’t know how he did that, or how he knew we’d understand. Questions to ask him later,” Craig said darkly and then glanced at the door Harkness had left through.

“You think we should go?” said Sharron.

“The worst that could happen is it’s some sort of trap,” Richard pointed out. Craig nodded in agreement. He finished his drink and placed the glass on the bar.

“If we’re ready for it, I don’t see a problem. Either he’s going to help, or we get captured and taken to where they’re keeping the scientists,” Craig reasoned.

“Agreed,” Sharron answered.

“She’s only saying that because she rather likes him,” Richard teased as he put his own empty on the bar.

“Jealous?” Craig asked playfully as the three got their coats and left the pub. Richard laughed.

“You know I only have eyes for you, Craig.”

*-*

It was dark in the churchyard, a thin crescent moon throwing the only light on the scene. But Jack was able to see quite well, even in such low light. His mixed human/alien heritage and 51st century advances meant that his own senses and abilities were probably a match for the three Nemesis agents. He usually tried not to use them, not wishing to stick out more than necessary, but he suspected he’d need every single advantage to keep up with these three.

He spotted them as they crossed the street and watched them enter the graveyard and walk up the path towards him. He’d concealed himself in the shadow of a tree but the certainty in their direction made Jack sure they knew where he was.

“You want to tell us what this is about now Captain Harkness?” asked the tall American once they were in earshot.

“You have me at a slight disadvantage. I know Sharron’s name, but what about you two?” Jack lied, not wanting to reveal how much he knew about the three.

“I’m Craig, that’s Richard. And you’re dodging the question. What are you doing here and what the hell did you do in that pub?” Craig demanded, taking a step closer to Jack.

“I believe I’m here for the same reason you are; the missing scientists. As for the telepathic communication; I didn’t know who might be listening. I’m sorry if it was a bit rough around the edges, it’s been a while since I communicated that way,” Jack replied. He felt a brief tug on his heart as he realised that he hadn’t communicated telepathically since the Doctor abandoned him, but he quickly squashed such maudlin thoughts.

“You’re telepathic?” Sharron asked. There was a note of surprise in her voice, but mostly Jack thought he could hear hope.

“And a whole bunch of other stuff too. I’m not from these parts,” Jack replied.

“Wales?”

“Earth,” Jack answered. The three agents stared at Jack, disbelief clear on their faces. But before they could dismiss him as a lunatic, he continued. “I know it sounds mad, but is it any less insane than a strange monk from a hidden city in Tibet operating on you three?”

Despite all their training, the three didn’t have very good poker faces and Sharron even let out a gasp.

“How did you know?” Richard stammered.

“Because I’m from your future. I can’t go into any more detail, can’t risk damaging the timelines, but please believe me. Sharron, I know your specialty is emotions, you can see I’m being truthful, can’t you?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t get anything from you earlier,” she replied.

“That’s because I was shielding. I’ll let you in now.”

She looked at him and Jack could feel her touching his mind, gently probing the surface of his thoughts. After a moment she stopped and nodded to the others.

“He’s telling the truth. He’s Torchwood.”

“Wow, you’re better than I’d thought,” Jack admitted. He hadn’t intended for them to know that, but Sharron had obviously managed to get past his first level of mental defences. And he hadn’t even noticed. This was definitely going to be fun.
 
 
 
swordznsorcery: championsswordznsorcery on July 6th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)
Just taking a moment to appreciate the crossing of Torchie and The Champions with Ivor The Engine. :D If Bod turns up next, I shall either be very scared or extremely impressed.

All interesting so far. One sentence did leap out at me, though. Nice job on capturing the voiceover at the beginning of each episode, but "His precognitive abilities and enhanced vision allow him to perceive danger before it happens..." made me laugh. My brain automatically filled in "... unless it's a bloke stood behind a door." ;)

The interplay between the characters is very good, and Jack seems to be fitting in well so far. I especially like his thoughts on wanting to bag all three Champions at once. That's so very Jack!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: craig dollidontlikegravy on July 17th, 2010 10:07 pm (UTC)
Bod! Never tried to write Bod, that could be a laugh. Don't think he has a place in this fic though *g*

Glad you're enjoying and that it works for you.

My brain automatically filled in "... unless it's a bloke stood behind a door."

*snorfle* so very true! XD
Elf: Champs boyselfbert on July 7th, 2010 07:06 am (UTC)
Ooooh, fiic! Cool. I don't watch Torchwood, but I know who Jack is, and this is great so far. Nice voices for them all - and suitably Championsy. Look forward to more!
xx
But, I don't want to be a pie,: craig/richard bedidontlikegravy on July 17th, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon! It's always important to me to make my fics accessible to either fandom, even if they're not familiar with the other so I'm really pleased it works for you :)
birggitt: Craig/Richard Next time you topsbirggitt on July 7th, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, yay!!!! Torchwood/Champions crossover! I'm gonna read this as soon as I arrive home today.
Amazing, thank you!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: craig/richard bedidontlikegravy on July 17th, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
You're welcome :)
birggitt: Methos being awesomebirggitt on July 17th, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
And I did, and then, i totally forgot to let you know *facepalms*
But I really like it. I love the idea of Sharron, Richard and Craig being 'study material' in the future, I love Jack wanting to get all three of them in his bed, and I love how they all are interacting.
This is gonna be a lot of fun ;D
The other Weird Al: Evil Club - crossfandom bunniesaeron_lanart on July 7th, 2010 05:27 pm (UTC)
Wheeeee! I love it!

Idris and Jones and the mention of UNCLE - oh and Jack being his lovely flirty self. Brill. You have the Champions feel of it to a t and I'm looking forward to seeing the rest.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: craig/richard bedidontlikegravy on July 17th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
Merci beaucoup. I'm so glad you like it. Hopefully the rest will be forthcoming, the muses seem to be back from their hol, although they're insisting on writing Immie Ianto at the mo!

Hope that your shiny new computer means I'll be back on beta duties soon? ;-)
The other Weird Al: Highlander - Methos bookaeron_lanart on July 18th, 2010 02:14 am (UTC)
Hope that your shiny new computer means I'll be back on beta duties soon?

Fingers crossed, yes. The muses have been annoyingly silent since Bambera knuckled in on the fic - I'm beginning to think she frightened them!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: writingidontlikegravy on July 18th, 2010 05:30 pm (UTC)
LOL can't think why, she's a pussycat! :)
Hambel: Doyle crime fighting sexyhambelandjemima on July 8th, 2010 11:43 am (UTC)
Wow, fab fic. It has a very Champions feel to it and you would definitely get bonus points for Jones the Steam, were points actually being awarded *g* Love flirty Jack too. Looking forward to the rest :)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: ivoridontlikegravy on July 17th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
LOL Thank you very much :)
(Anonymous) on August 20th, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
I do hope you're going to continue with this - I love the start!

C
Anne: TW - Jackdarthanne on January 3rd, 2011 10:26 am (UTC)
I've only just found this comm hence the late feedback to this fic. Champions fanfic!!!! This is like gold dust on the net, so I'm so pleased to see it. Especially a crossover with Torchwood. You've made me very happy.

I love the interaction between them and Jack so far. I had to chuckle at the reference to UNCLE too.

More please :)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: championsidontlikegravy on January 4th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you! One of my goals for 2011 is to go back to these neglected WIPs, so there should be more at some point in the next 12 months!

And welcome to the comm, the reason I started it was because of the lack of fic, and I felt that us Champions fans need to stick together :)