[Makebelieve] Fic: Mission White Lighter - Charmed/Torchwood - Jack/ianto, Odin - frc

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Fic: Mission White-lighter...
by PEJA
Summary: Someone comes recruiting.
Rating: FRC
Fandoms: Charmed/Torchwood
Characters(Played by): Jack Harkenss(John Barrowman)/Ianto Jones(Gareth
David-Lloyd), Odin(John de Lancie),
Prompt: "Calling the Muse"
http://forum.fanfiction.net/forum/Calling_the_Muse/75047 Prompt posted by
Blue eyes6 - Thursday, 5/13/10: First Charmed challenge: Instead of Leo,
pick a male character to be the Halliwell sisters' Whitelighter. 150-200
words.
Genre: slash
Disclaimer. Charmed and Torchwood do not belong to me. no money made in this
Chapter number if WIP: One-off
Permission to archive to WWOMB: Y
Comm/List Written for: http://community.livejournal.com/cardiff_tales (and
the "Calling The Muse site, of course)
Author's websites:
http://peja.dreamwidth.org
http://peja.insanejournal.com
http://peja1956.livejournal.com
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewuser.php?uid=1
Author's email: makebelievearchive at gmail.com


Jack Harkness stared at the entity who had appeared before him from out of
thin air for a long moment then drew a deep breath and leaned back in his
chair. Interlacing his fingers over his flat, hard-body stomach, he tilted
his head. His blue eyes slid over the robed being, watchful, expectant,
waiting.

The man stood docilely enough, his hands folded before him. Also waiting.

"Captain Harkness," he said softly after few ticks of the clock, "The Elders
have need of you."

Jack nodded, steepling his index fingers. "The Elders, you say?" He sprawled
a bit more in his chair, his lips turning up in a slight smile. "And who
might The Elders be, then?"

"We," The man's brows puckered in a growing scowl. "I am an elder."

Jack's gaze roamed over the man's face, taking note of the slight graying at
his temples. "You don't look that old to me. A bit gray, but we all suffer
from that ailment, don't we? What are you? forty-five, forty- six?"

"Age is...relevant. You should know that."

"Should I, Mister...?" He arched an inquisitive brow.

"Odin." The being supplied. "Yes, indeed. Just exactly how old are you, Mr.
Harkness?  150 years? 200?”

Jack's bark of laughter propelled him to his feet. "Do I look that old to
you?" He asked, his humor not anywhere near reaching his cold gaze.  "What
do you want, then Odin? I've got things," he smirked. "....People to do."

"I told you," Odin's voice was growing rough with frustration. "We have need
of you."

"Cryptic much?"

The speaker's lilting Welsh tones sent a tremble of sensual excitement down
Jack's spine and straight to his hyper-active groin.  Chuckling, Jack threw
a kiss at Ianto Jones who stood in the doorway to his office with a steaming
cup of his infamous coffee. He loved that dour look of disdain Ianto wore in
his best tea-boy fashion.  The man could look down his fine aristo nose at
even the gods.

Ianto moved on panther feet across the room to set the cup on Jack's desk.
"Does your...guest require anything, Sir?"

"Me, apparently." Jack grinned cockily.

Ianto's icy blue glance traveled up Jack's muscular body.  "Doesn't
everyone?"

Jack caught the edge of anger in those soft-spoken words and knew he was in
for a long session with Ianto once he got rid of the stranger. Not
altogether a bad thing.  Make-up sex was one of the better things about his
fiery lover.

"Look, Odin, tell me..." He moved to wrap an arm around Ianto's waist.
"Us...what this is about."

Odin scowled. "I have need of you."

"That's getting old," Jack slumped down in his chair once again, dragging
Ianto down onto his lap. He turned the younger man's head, claiming a kiss
that promised greater pleasure once they were alone. "Why do you need me?"

"I am an Elder. We who watch over the chosen ones. I have need of a
white-lighter who can guide and instruct three young witches who are coming
into their power.  Three who must be safe-guarded at all cost. The chosen
three. In exchange, I can offer you great power."

Jack snorted, shaking his head. "Don't want it."

"And life....?"

"Already have more than enough life, thank you."

Odin's scowl turned to a curious frown. "You are not...dead...?  How can
this be.  I watched your death."

"Which one?" Jack hurled a barbed glare.

"Which....one...? But..."

"Hey, its been a laugh riot, really, but I can't help you.  I've got a
mission right here.  Not about to sign up to body-guard three kids when I
have a world to protect already. Find someone else."

Odin studied the man for a long moment then inclined his head in an
accepting bow of a nod. "So be it."  He vanished in a flash of blinding
light.

Rubbing the spots from his eyes, Ianto cuddled down in Jack's embrace and
murmured, "I thought he'd never leave."

Jack pressed a kiss onto Ianto's head, tightening his arms around the other
man possessively. He had a feeling he'd just dodged a bullet with his name
on it. It wasn't a nice feeling. "Shut up and kiss me like you mean it."

end

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