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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 21st, 2008 02:36 pm)Quick and silly . . .
Charms and Tongues
Fandom: Torchwood/Good Omens
Prompt: 152 Crossovers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Crowley
Disclaimer: They belong to a bunch of people far more British than I.
“Are you one of ours or one of theirs?” A voice hissed in his ear. It gave Jack the distinct feeling of bugs crawling underneath his skin. If he didn’t know any better . . .
Jack turned cautiously, his hand on his gun, but that was unnecessary. His gut feeling (no matter how ludicrous) had been correct. “Who’d’ve thought! Anthony J. Crowley! As I live and breathe.”
Crowley tilted his head, his upper lip curling into a snarl. “Do I know you?”
“Crowley! Come on! I’d know those cheekbones from anywhere. You should recognize this beauty of a jawline.”
Still, the old friend, now dapperly dressed in a fine-fitting suit, didn’t recognize him.
“Do I have to put on a toga and stick my bum in the air? I will, you know. I seem to remember a very uniquely talented tongue.”
There it was! Crowley’s face screwed up in such genuine shock, Jack couldn’t help but laugh at him. He clapped his hand on the other man’s back. “So how’ve you been? It’s been, oh, I don’t even know how many hundreds of years. You look good. What’s your secret? Time travel? A good moisturizer? Didn’t make a deal with the devil, did you? Though with a name like Crowley, I suppose I should wonder.”
“I . . .Well . . .” Crowley was still floundering for words. “I thought you’d be dead by now.”
“Me, too.”
“Huh. Well I’ll be blessed.” Crowley straightened his sunglasses. “You look good, and all that snuggly blather.”
“Still not one for small talk, huh?”
“No.” If there was something Jack learned from his time with Crowley, it was that he shouldn’t press things when the man started hissing on words that couldn’t be hissed. “Nor conversation with twits like you unless thoroughly inebriated.”
Jack smiled, and heard Crowley mumble about regretting ever suggesting the invention of the Harkness Charm.
They ended up having a meal at the Ritz, and a wine that wasn’t even on the menu. Jack still couldn’t figure out how Crowley did it, what even Crowley did, or even what species Crowley was. All Jack needed to know was that he had a nice car and he could still make that tongue do things even the Doctor could only hope to poorly imitate.
It was times like these when Jack was glad to have run into an old friend.
Charms and Tongues
Fandom: Torchwood/Good Omens
Prompt: 152 Crossovers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Crowley
Disclaimer: They belong to a bunch of people far more British than I.
“Are you one of ours or one of theirs?” A voice hissed in his ear. It gave Jack the distinct feeling of bugs crawling underneath his skin. If he didn’t know any better . . .
Jack turned cautiously, his hand on his gun, but that was unnecessary. His gut feeling (no matter how ludicrous) had been correct. “Who’d’ve thought! Anthony J. Crowley! As I live and breathe.”
Crowley tilted his head, his upper lip curling into a snarl. “Do I know you?”
“Crowley! Come on! I’d know those cheekbones from anywhere. You should recognize this beauty of a jawline.”
Still, the old friend, now dapperly dressed in a fine-fitting suit, didn’t recognize him.
“Do I have to put on a toga and stick my bum in the air? I will, you know. I seem to remember a very uniquely talented tongue.”
There it was! Crowley’s face screwed up in such genuine shock, Jack couldn’t help but laugh at him. He clapped his hand on the other man’s back. “So how’ve you been? It’s been, oh, I don’t even know how many hundreds of years. You look good. What’s your secret? Time travel? A good moisturizer? Didn’t make a deal with the devil, did you? Though with a name like Crowley, I suppose I should wonder.”
“I . . .Well . . .” Crowley was still floundering for words. “I thought you’d be dead by now.”
“Me, too.”
“Huh. Well I’ll be blessed.” Crowley straightened his sunglasses. “You look good, and all that snuggly blather.”
“Still not one for small talk, huh?”
“No.” If there was something Jack learned from his time with Crowley, it was that he shouldn’t press things when the man started hissing on words that couldn’t be hissed. “Nor conversation with twits like you unless thoroughly inebriated.”
Jack smiled, and heard Crowley mumble about regretting ever suggesting the invention of the Harkness Charm.
They ended up having a meal at the Ritz, and a wine that wasn’t even on the menu. Jack still couldn’t figure out how Crowley did it, what even Crowley did, or even what species Crowley was. All Jack needed to know was that he had a nice car and he could still make that tongue do things even the Doctor could only hope to poorly imitate.
It was times like these when Jack was glad to have run into an old friend.
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Hee! Oh, that's an inspired crossover pairing. Those two would make an awesome couple. *g*
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