Fantasies; Torchwood; R
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morgynleriPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter Warnings: none
Fantasies
"Nice place you got here. Love the pterodactyl."
"We left off with Cardiff A&E, yes?" Morgyn closed the door to the adjoining room, looking over at Tony as she settled into her chair.
"Yup."
"Right then. Didn't actually stay there once I'd woken up. Bloody Torchwood."
~ ~~ ~
"Nice place you got here. Love the pterodactyl." Morgyn settled into the chair at the conference table, resisting the urge to curl up in a ball and glare at the other people in the room. Well, mostly. She scowled at Owen, who glowered right back at her, both of them ignoring Gwen's exasperated look.
"Thanks. I'm sure Myfanwy will enjoy the compliment." Jack leaned back in his chair, watching Morgyn. "Care to tell us how you know about Torchwood?"
Morgyn drew in a deep breath, tilting her head as she contemplated her hands on the table a moment. "Thought I did." She reached out for the cup of tea Ianto had set in front of her, took a sip, and looked over at him a moment. "You're either really, really good, or I mumbled something about tea while I was unconscious."
"I'll take that as a compliment, miss." Ianto gave her a small, polite smile.
"Right." Morgyn leaned back in the chair, bringing her feet up to rest on the edge of the chair, giving in to the urge to curl up into a ball.
"If we could get back to the question, Morgyn." Jack fixed her with a steady look, and Morgyn glared back at him.
"You're a fictional character on a show with two series as of the time everything got surreal, and the occassional guest star on another. And I've clearly shown up before shit hits the fan, and I really, really don't want to get into that if this is real, and not a figment of my fevered imagination while I'm gibbering in some locked ward because I've completely lost my mind!" She scowled, determinedly sipping at her tea to keep from continuing the rant, trying to ignore the other people in the room. If this was all a figment of her imagination, maybe ignoring them would make it all go away sooner.
"So you're saying your from a parallel world."
"I'm saying I'm from a world where you're the creation of a fan-boy living out his dreams and the wet-dreams of any number of fans. All five of you. Singly or in various combinations." Morgyn felt her cheeks heating, and curled more tightly in a ball, scowling at the cup of tea in her hands.
"Sounds nice. Who's your favorite?" Jack's light tone made Morgyn transfer her glare from tea to him, and he raised an eyebrow, daring her to answer his question.
"Right now? Not a single bloody one of you." Morgyn paused, finishing her tea, looking thoughtful a moment. "In fact, right at the moment, of all the people who've shown up on the show, I like John Hart best." She gave Jack a mock-cheerful smile, trying to ignore the glares everyone was sending her direction.
~ ~~ ~
"Ok, so not the best idea you've had in a while." Morgyn leaned her head against the wall of the cell, closing her eyes. "Well, at least there's something resembling peace and quiet, if nothing else." She reached up to run a hand through her hair, curling her fingers into a fist a moment before relaxing, letting her hand fall back into her lap, closing her eyes.
She had to have dozed off, waking up to the sound of a door opening. Morgyn opened one eye to look warily at Ianto.
"I thought you might be hungry." He stepped into the cell with a carton of carry-out and a juice carton, setting them on the bench she'd chosen not to sit on. "I hope fried rice is acceptable?"
"Yeah. So long as it's not vegetarian." Morgyn didn't move, watching him. "Any chance I could get something to write on?"
"I'll ask Jack." Ianto stepped back out of the cell, hesitating slightly. "What goes wrong, that you didn't want to talk about?"
Morgyn shook her head. "If it hasn't happened yet, I really don't want to talk about it. And if I notice something that I recognize, that will tell me when I am in relation to the series... I'll figure it out then." She shifted away from the wall, reaching out to snag the carton of fried rice. "Timelines, Ianto. Don't know what'll happen if I screw around with 'em, and not sure I want to know. Not right now."
Part 6
Author's Note: Right. I'm still at it, from time to time. It seems to write easier when I really want to be somewhere else. Not someone else, just... somewhere bloody else. Carthesis, maybe?
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter Warnings: none
"Nice place you got here. Love the pterodactyl."
"We left off with Cardiff A&E, yes?" Morgyn closed the door to the adjoining room, looking over at Tony as she settled into her chair.
"Yup."
"Right then. Didn't actually stay there once I'd woken up. Bloody Torchwood."
"Nice place you got here. Love the pterodactyl." Morgyn settled into the chair at the conference table, resisting the urge to curl up in a ball and glare at the other people in the room. Well, mostly. She scowled at Owen, who glowered right back at her, both of them ignoring Gwen's exasperated look.
"Thanks. I'm sure Myfanwy will enjoy the compliment." Jack leaned back in his chair, watching Morgyn. "Care to tell us how you know about Torchwood?"
Morgyn drew in a deep breath, tilting her head as she contemplated her hands on the table a moment. "Thought I did." She reached out for the cup of tea Ianto had set in front of her, took a sip, and looked over at him a moment. "You're either really, really good, or I mumbled something about tea while I was unconscious."
"I'll take that as a compliment, miss." Ianto gave her a small, polite smile.
"Right." Morgyn leaned back in the chair, bringing her feet up to rest on the edge of the chair, giving in to the urge to curl up into a ball.
"If we could get back to the question, Morgyn." Jack fixed her with a steady look, and Morgyn glared back at him.
"You're a fictional character on a show with two series as of the time everything got surreal, and the occassional guest star on another. And I've clearly shown up before shit hits the fan, and I really, really don't want to get into that if this is real, and not a figment of my fevered imagination while I'm gibbering in some locked ward because I've completely lost my mind!" She scowled, determinedly sipping at her tea to keep from continuing the rant, trying to ignore the other people in the room. If this was all a figment of her imagination, maybe ignoring them would make it all go away sooner.
"So you're saying your from a parallel world."
"I'm saying I'm from a world where you're the creation of a fan-boy living out his dreams and the wet-dreams of any number of fans. All five of you. Singly or in various combinations." Morgyn felt her cheeks heating, and curled more tightly in a ball, scowling at the cup of tea in her hands.
"Sounds nice. Who's your favorite?" Jack's light tone made Morgyn transfer her glare from tea to him, and he raised an eyebrow, daring her to answer his question.
"Right now? Not a single bloody one of you." Morgyn paused, finishing her tea, looking thoughtful a moment. "In fact, right at the moment, of all the people who've shown up on the show, I like John Hart best." She gave Jack a mock-cheerful smile, trying to ignore the glares everyone was sending her direction.
"Ok, so not the best idea you've had in a while." Morgyn leaned her head against the wall of the cell, closing her eyes. "Well, at least there's something resembling peace and quiet, if nothing else." She reached up to run a hand through her hair, curling her fingers into a fist a moment before relaxing, letting her hand fall back into her lap, closing her eyes.
She had to have dozed off, waking up to the sound of a door opening. Morgyn opened one eye to look warily at Ianto.
"I thought you might be hungry." He stepped into the cell with a carton of carry-out and a juice carton, setting them on the bench she'd chosen not to sit on. "I hope fried rice is acceptable?"
"Yeah. So long as it's not vegetarian." Morgyn didn't move, watching him. "Any chance I could get something to write on?"
"I'll ask Jack." Ianto stepped back out of the cell, hesitating slightly. "What goes wrong, that you didn't want to talk about?"
Morgyn shook her head. "If it hasn't happened yet, I really don't want to talk about it. And if I notice something that I recognize, that will tell me when I am in relation to the series... I'll figure it out then." She shifted away from the wall, reaching out to snag the carton of fried rice. "Timelines, Ianto. Don't know what'll happen if I screw around with 'em, and not sure I want to know. Not right now."
Part 6
Author's Note: Right. I'm still at it, from time to time. It seems to write easier when I really want to be somewhere else. Not someone else, just... somewhere bloody else. Carthesis, maybe?
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Date: 2008-05-08 06:16 pm (UTC)