065: The Dead Shall Remain Dead
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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman – Harkness (Real!Liz), Captain Jack Harkness (Future!Jack), mentions of UnSeelie Prince Victor Creed
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse (Doppleganger Plot, Miracle Day Plot and Training and Time Travel Plot)
Rating: PG (mental linky pain and violence)
Word Count: 615
Notes: Overlapping events with THIS FIC by Victor. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captain_flyboy for the use of Future!Jack, whose actions are all approved, betaed and written with care and respect. And thanks to watch_the_nails and zaa_lord for betaing.
Prompt: 065: The Dead Shall Remain Dead.
Liz was already out of breath when she first noticed something felt off. As usual, she blew off that prickling weirdness as just that: weirdness. She was in a sentient spaceship, God only knows where and when, with her thousands of years old husband learning to sword fight while a duplicate of herself they'd made by taking bits and pieces of tech, science and magic pieced together was back home living her life better than Liz thought she ever could. On a scale of normal to weird, that was complete and utterly fucked up.
“Pay attention.” Jack Harkness swung his sword past Liz's ear as her eyes snapped up at him. In the instant her eyes met his, both knew without a shadow of a doubt that something had gone terribly wrong.
Liz fell to her knees before Jack could reach out to her. Her head was spinning in a sudden cloud of pain, fear and anger brought on by what was happening to her double light-years away. Without warning or invitation, Liz's hands coated themselves in blue flame as her fire fought to protect her from an attack that she wasn't even the victim of.
But Liz's fire didn't know that, and neither did the the man who was back on Earth, torturing the doppleganger who'd taken Liz's place.
“Something's wrong.” Liz choked back the vomit that threatened to rise up from her stomach. Breakfast on a planet that featured every imaginable delicacy in the universe had clearly been a bad idea.
“I know.” That was all Jack said before his eyes shifted from their usual soft blue to the gleaming gold that meant he was using both the power of the time vortex that made him immortal and the gifts the Fae had given him as Gatekeeper.
Liz fell forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud before she started screaming at Jack, begging him to make it stop. “SHUT HER OFF!”
“Not yet, I'm still finding where they are.” Jack countered in a voice so calm and even it scared the hell out of Liz. She whimpered, knowing by the time Jack found out where the ganger and her tormentor were, it could very well be too late.
“SHUT IT OFF!” Without a second thought, but with more effort than she'd ever needed before, Liz threw a fire ball at the machine Jack had spent months building. The machine that created and kept the golem like double connected to Liz, and thus connected to both versions of Jack, their family, and every Seelie Knight on Earth.
Jack's cool expression shifted to anger in a heartbeat as he felt that link with his wife's double sever just as he was so close to finding where she was being held.
“Why the hell did you...?” Jack started to snap before his gaze fell down to the floor. Liz was curled into a ball, shaking, weeping, doing everything the ganger was so much better at hiding while it's flesh was being carved by the acting UnSeelie King. In that moment, the man that would never die softened, dropping to his knees beside Liz as she lay on the floor whimpering like a child in a catatonic state of shock from what she'd just felt and so abruptly ended to save herself and the people she loved the pain of it.
After what could have been hours, Jack reached out, brushing the bits of Liz's hair that clung to her cheeks away. She weakly pressed her cheek against his hand, keeping her eyes closed as she asked- no begged - him for an answer.
“What do we do now?”
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse (Doppleganger Plot, Miracle Day Plot and Training and Time Travel Plot)
Rating: PG (mental linky pain and violence)
Word Count: 615
Notes: Overlapping events with THIS FIC by Victor. Thanks to
captain_flyboy for the use of Future!Jack, whose actions are all approved, betaed and written with care and respect. And thanks to watch_the_nails and zaa_lord for betaing.Prompt: 065: The Dead Shall Remain Dead.
Liz was already out of breath when she first noticed something felt off. As usual, she blew off that prickling weirdness as just that: weirdness. She was in a sentient spaceship, God only knows where and when, with her thousands of years old husband learning to sword fight while a duplicate of herself they'd made by taking bits and pieces of tech, science and magic pieced together was back home living her life better than Liz thought she ever could. On a scale of normal to weird, that was complete and utterly fucked up.
“Pay attention.” Jack Harkness swung his sword past Liz's ear as her eyes snapped up at him. In the instant her eyes met his, both knew without a shadow of a doubt that something had gone terribly wrong.
Liz fell to her knees before Jack could reach out to her. Her head was spinning in a sudden cloud of pain, fear and anger brought on by what was happening to her double light-years away. Without warning or invitation, Liz's hands coated themselves in blue flame as her fire fought to protect her from an attack that she wasn't even the victim of.
But Liz's fire didn't know that, and neither did the the man who was back on Earth, torturing the doppleganger who'd taken Liz's place.
“Something's wrong.” Liz choked back the vomit that threatened to rise up from her stomach. Breakfast on a planet that featured every imaginable delicacy in the universe had clearly been a bad idea.
“I know.” That was all Jack said before his eyes shifted from their usual soft blue to the gleaming gold that meant he was using both the power of the time vortex that made him immortal and the gifts the Fae had given him as Gatekeeper.
Liz fell forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud before she started screaming at Jack, begging him to make it stop. “SHUT HER OFF!”
“Not yet, I'm still finding where they are.” Jack countered in a voice so calm and even it scared the hell out of Liz. She whimpered, knowing by the time Jack found out where the ganger and her tormentor were, it could very well be too late.
“SHUT IT OFF!” Without a second thought, but with more effort than she'd ever needed before, Liz threw a fire ball at the machine Jack had spent months building. The machine that created and kept the golem like double connected to Liz, and thus connected to both versions of Jack, their family, and every Seelie Knight on Earth.
Jack's cool expression shifted to anger in a heartbeat as he felt that link with his wife's double sever just as he was so close to finding where she was being held.
“Why the hell did you...?” Jack started to snap before his gaze fell down to the floor. Liz was curled into a ball, shaking, weeping, doing everything the ganger was so much better at hiding while it's flesh was being carved by the acting UnSeelie King. In that moment, the man that would never die softened, dropping to his knees beside Liz as she lay on the floor whimpering like a child in a catatonic state of shock from what she'd just felt and so abruptly ended to save herself and the people she loved the pain of it.
After what could have been hours, Jack reached out, brushing the bits of Liz's hair that clung to her cheeks away. She weakly pressed her cheek against his hand, keeping her eyes closed as she asked- no begged - him for an answer.
“What do we do now?”
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