OK - Fic for Bump in the Night 'Verse
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open_flameCharacter: Liz Sherman /Jack Harkness
Fandom: Hellboy, Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night! Verse About 3 months after Torchwood Episode 2.13 Exit Wounds
Rating: R (Panicked Liz drops lotsa F-Bombs )
Word Count: 1100
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses vol2.week15
Nero: I've been waiting for this day my whole life... This day of reckoning.
AN: JACK F&^KING PROPOSED!!!
I can’t stop staring at my hand. My finger. My ring finger. My finger with a ring on it. My hand trembles and shakes every time I raise it to look. It’s sparkly as hell, glittering in the dim light of my room at BPRD. It’s gold and there’s a diamond and the little prong setting thing to hold said diamond onto the gold part and… and…and…it’s a fucking engagement ring!
I don’t know why I keep staring at it every five seconds. It’s not like it’s going to vanish into thin air.
We were just sitting there, next to a smoking corpse of some kind of monster (Abe’s still working out exactly what it is.) and I was bitching at him about the way he wants the new guys trained and he was snarking at me because he won’t admit he might, just might be wrong for once like always and then…
BAM!
He tells me that he disbanded Torchwood; that he’s staying here with BPRD. Just here. Always here. Suddenly he’s kissing me like we’re not standing next to a newbie corpse and I’m not covered in monster drool and then…
“Marry me?”
It was all I could do to stay standing. All I could do not to throw up on his boots. All I could do to will my shaking legs to hold the rest of me up. Eventually they did give out, and I sunk down on the floor. All I could say to him as he sat there with the little blue box in his hand and that little half smile he gets when he’s actually really nervous was…
“OK”
OK.
OK!
What the FUCK is wrong with me? OK is yes. I said yes. Affirmative. Yup. Uh huh. Sure. I said I’d MARRY him!
There are so many things wrong with that plan. Beginning with the fact that he’s about a kajillion years old and can’t fucking die for good and ending with the fact that…this is me we’re talking about. I’m a walking napalm strike!
I press my hands on my metal dresser to keep myself upright, my eyes fixed on my own reflection in the mirror. Most girls would be smiling but, I can’t do it. I just can’t. I even told him I wanted a ‘wedding’ wedding. White dress, flowers, guests, and all that crap. White dress. That’s kind of a joke. I mean he’s Jack…expecting the whole no sex before marriage thing would be like expecting Red to give up cigars. At least there’s that…most good catholic girls have no idea how their husbands are in bed until after they get married…so…
Jesus…
Husband.
My hands are shaking still as I lay back on my bed. The concrete slab with asbestos over the top…just in case. Good thing too, because I can’t hold the fire in anymore. It’s almost pretty, the way that big diamond glitters in the blue flames. No, it’s pretty. It really is perfect. I know he put a ton of thought into it. That’s the way Jack is, he over thinks if he has the time to do it. He can make me feel like I’m the most special person in the entire universe with a single gesture. Make me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters with few simple words and sometimes, no words at all.
He wants me to meet The Doctor.
THE FUCKING DOCTOR! That like meeting his…his…I have no idea! His dad or something just as important. I wonder if The Doctor will like me. I wonder if I’ll like The Doctor. God knows he said and did things to Jack that make me want to burn the guy to a crisp, but he is…The Doctor. You can’t firebomb The Doctor because he was mean to your fiancé back in the day. Oh…My…God, this is so huge.
I wonder if we should do this in a church, or…I wonder if a church would let Red in. I’d want to invite him. He’s my best friend. I wonder who will do that whole giving me away thing…since my Dad is dead and Broom is too. I wish Clay were still around. He’d do it. Or Red. Red could do it.
Shit…what’s Red gonna say!? He always hated that I…chose Jack instead of him. I didn’t though. You can’t choose who you love. And I do love Jack, more than life itself. I always have. I just thought it was because I knew him for almost all my life that I missed him so much when he was gone. That I worried so much when he’d show up with his coat destroyed or covered in dirt or blood or slime. That there could be a whole team of us in danger and he was always the first one I ran to when the dust settled.
I mutter the mantra softly as I try to calm my racing heartbeat and draw my fire back inside. Leave it to Jack to make me lose control again after all this time. He’s the only one who can get me that worked up to not be able to control it anymore. The only one who can calm me down when I’m about to explode, too. He always could. From the moment I met him, I knew I’d always be OK if he was around. Always.
I swallow hard and gaze up at the ceiling for minutes…hours…hell it might be days. Eventually, I’m breathing normally again, that duel desire to burst into tears or vomit passing at last. I close my eyes and for the first time in hours…really smile.
We’re…getting married.
“You alright?” I open my eyes when I hear his voice, rolling my head around to see him leaning against the door frame. He’s trying to look relaxed even though he’s really not. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, just looking at me. Not really smiling, not really frowning, just looking and watching closely like he does. It’s cute. No, it’s adorable.
“I’m…” I roll all the way over, slowly pulling my left hand out from underneath me, reaching out as far as I can. I smile and twist my fingers through his once he moves close enough for me to reach him.
“You’re…?” He crouches down next to me looking almost worried. I can’t help but wonder if he was in his office doing the same damn thing I was. I twist his hand up a bit, noticing his nails are bit to nothing when before they were, well as good as he keeps them. I can’t help but laugh at that before I smile and say
“I’m getting married.”
Fandom: Hellboy, Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night! Verse About 3 months after Torchwood Episode 2.13 Exit Wounds
Rating: R (Panicked Liz drops lotsa F-Bombs )
Word Count: 1100
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week15Nero: I've been waiting for this day my whole life... This day of reckoning.
AN: JACK F&^KING PROPOSED!!!
I can’t stop staring at my hand. My finger. My ring finger. My finger with a ring on it. My hand trembles and shakes every time I raise it to look. It’s sparkly as hell, glittering in the dim light of my room at BPRD. It’s gold and there’s a diamond and the little prong setting thing to hold said diamond onto the gold part and… and…and…it’s a fucking engagement ring!
I don’t know why I keep staring at it every five seconds. It’s not like it’s going to vanish into thin air.
We were just sitting there, next to a smoking corpse of some kind of monster (Abe’s still working out exactly what it is.) and I was bitching at him about the way he wants the new guys trained and he was snarking at me because he won’t admit he might, just might be wrong for once like always and then…
BAM!
He tells me that he disbanded Torchwood; that he’s staying here with BPRD. Just here. Always here. Suddenly he’s kissing me like we’re not standing next to a newbie corpse and I’m not covered in monster drool and then…
“Marry me?”
It was all I could do to stay standing. All I could do not to throw up on his boots. All I could do to will my shaking legs to hold the rest of me up. Eventually they did give out, and I sunk down on the floor. All I could say to him as he sat there with the little blue box in his hand and that little half smile he gets when he’s actually really nervous was…
“OK”
OK.
OK!
What the FUCK is wrong with me? OK is yes. I said yes. Affirmative. Yup. Uh huh. Sure. I said I’d MARRY him!
There are so many things wrong with that plan. Beginning with the fact that he’s about a kajillion years old and can’t fucking die for good and ending with the fact that…this is me we’re talking about. I’m a walking napalm strike!
I press my hands on my metal dresser to keep myself upright, my eyes fixed on my own reflection in the mirror. Most girls would be smiling but, I can’t do it. I just can’t. I even told him I wanted a ‘wedding’ wedding. White dress, flowers, guests, and all that crap. White dress. That’s kind of a joke. I mean he’s Jack…expecting the whole no sex before marriage thing would be like expecting Red to give up cigars. At least there’s that…most good catholic girls have no idea how their husbands are in bed until after they get married…so…
Jesus…
Husband.
My hands are shaking still as I lay back on my bed. The concrete slab with asbestos over the top…just in case. Good thing too, because I can’t hold the fire in anymore. It’s almost pretty, the way that big diamond glitters in the blue flames. No, it’s pretty. It really is perfect. I know he put a ton of thought into it. That’s the way Jack is, he over thinks if he has the time to do it. He can make me feel like I’m the most special person in the entire universe with a single gesture. Make me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters with few simple words and sometimes, no words at all.
He wants me to meet The Doctor.
THE FUCKING DOCTOR! That like meeting his…his…I have no idea! His dad or something just as important. I wonder if The Doctor will like me. I wonder if I’ll like The Doctor. God knows he said and did things to Jack that make me want to burn the guy to a crisp, but he is…The Doctor. You can’t firebomb The Doctor because he was mean to your fiancé back in the day. Oh…My…God, this is so huge.
I wonder if we should do this in a church, or…I wonder if a church would let Red in. I’d want to invite him. He’s my best friend. I wonder who will do that whole giving me away thing…since my Dad is dead and Broom is too. I wish Clay were still around. He’d do it. Or Red. Red could do it.
Shit…what’s Red gonna say!? He always hated that I…chose Jack instead of him. I didn’t though. You can’t choose who you love. And I do love Jack, more than life itself. I always have. I just thought it was because I knew him for almost all my life that I missed him so much when he was gone. That I worried so much when he’d show up with his coat destroyed or covered in dirt or blood or slime. That there could be a whole team of us in danger and he was always the first one I ran to when the dust settled.
I mutter the mantra softly as I try to calm my racing heartbeat and draw my fire back inside. Leave it to Jack to make me lose control again after all this time. He’s the only one who can get me that worked up to not be able to control it anymore. The only one who can calm me down when I’m about to explode, too. He always could. From the moment I met him, I knew I’d always be OK if he was around. Always.
I swallow hard and gaze up at the ceiling for minutes…hours…hell it might be days. Eventually, I’m breathing normally again, that duel desire to burst into tears or vomit passing at last. I close my eyes and for the first time in hours…really smile.
We’re…getting married.
“You alright?” I open my eyes when I hear his voice, rolling my head around to see him leaning against the door frame. He’s trying to look relaxed even though he’s really not. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, just looking at me. Not really smiling, not really frowning, just looking and watching closely like he does. It’s cute. No, it’s adorable.
“I’m…” I roll all the way over, slowly pulling my left hand out from underneath me, reaching out as far as I can. I smile and twist my fingers through his once he moves close enough for me to reach him.
“You’re…?” He crouches down next to me looking almost worried. I can’t help but wonder if he was in his office doing the same damn thing I was. I twist his hand up a bit, noticing his nails are bit to nothing when before they were, well as good as he keeps them. I can’t help but laugh at that before I smile and say
“I’m getting married.”
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