Fantasy; Torchwood; R
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morgynleriPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Chapter Rating: PG13
Chapter Warnings: language, personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
Fantasies
"Ianto will arrange things."
"You want to talk about it?" Jack was leaning against the plexi-glass wall of the cell, arms crossed, looking down at Morgyn as she leaned up against the other side. She glanced up to see him frowning at her notebook, and shut it, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.
"Talk about what?" She shifted so she had her back to the stone wall, the notebook and pen set on the floor next to her. She was trying for an unreadable expression, but she doubted she'd hidden every scrap of what she was feeling.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "What you know about Torchwood, and John Hart."
"Hmm." Morgyn tilted her head, a mock-thoughtful expression on her face, and sarcasm in her voice when she replied, "Oh, I don't know. He's cute. He's not a good boy. He's a little clingy, but I think that could be over-looked. He's poisoned Gwen, shot Owen, tossed you off a building. Threatened Ianto." She paused, a sly grin on her face. "Who, I must say, is quite the brave one of the lot. And resourceful, and damned cute in a suit."
Jack didn't say anything, or move, just watched her, waiting for her to answer his other question as well.
Morgyn met him stare for stare for several minutes before sighing explosively, and rolling her eyes. "And he's telling the truth when he says he found Gray. Except that isn't really a good thing." She paused, biting her lip, weighing the chances of disturbing the timeline versus the protective instinct that demanded she do something with the knowledge she had. "Just... trust me on that, for now. I really shouldn't tell you more, and I probably would be better off here until you can find a way to send me home."
"I can't just keep you here." Jack uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Why, will ickle Gwennie have a tantrum?" Morgyn dropped her eyes from his gaze, scowling at the wall across from her. "I just... I don't belong here, in this universe, and I have too much emotion invested in a TV show, too much invested in a set of characters to be safe outside this cell. To not change the outcome of events I remember watching on my computer screen." Her voice dropped, and she reached up to curl her fingers in the hair at her temples. "To stand back and let people die because I know that it's how the future plays out. Not if I have a choice, if I have a chance."
"There's always a choice." Jack held her gaze as she lifted it to meet his again. "I'm not going to keep you in here."
"Great. Sounds wonderful." Morgyn shrugged, looking away, fighting the urge to scream. Not here, not right now. Not in front of someone. Control. "Know anyplace a girl out of place can find a bed to sleep in, and work to do that keeps a roof over her head and her in food and decent clothes?"
"Ianto will arrange things."
~ ~~ ~
"... and that should be everything." Ianto held out the passport over Morgyn's shoulder as she scanned the information on the computer screen. "Does the history have anything I'll need to correct?"
Morgyn drew in a deep breath, looking at the passport a moment before taking it, flashing him a wry smile. "Only that I'm rubbish at a decent British accent of any sort you can't tell is faked."
"Hence your sojourn in the US as a young child," Ianto pointed out patiently.
"So I noticed." Morgyn glanced at the computer screen again, a soft sigh escaping her. "It'll have to be good enough. It's certainly as accurate as it's possible to get, considering I don't really exist here."
"I do my best."
"Yeah." Morgyn closed her eyes a moment. "So, where do you recommend looking for a job?" She looked up at Ianto out of the corner of her eyes.
"I might recommend registering with a temp agency. But I would assume you're aware of that particular possibility."
"All too well. And they're usually not my first choice." She fiddled with the passport a moment. "You wouldn't know what the market is for free-lance writing around here, would you?"
"I can provide you with some names if you're interested in journalism."
"Sarah-Jane Smith?" Morgyn's lips twitched up in a wry smile at Ianto's raised eyebrow. "I think I'd like to stick around Cardiff a bit, actually."
"Of course."
~ ~~ ~
"Ok, so I didn't exactly get a writing job out of that." Morgyn shook her head, leaning back in the chair she'd been using for the recording. "But it was still a job, and involved not entirely being bored out of my mind, and it was in Cardiff. I'm not sure who was more surprised I accepted staying that close to Torchwood - me or Jack."
Shaking her head again, Morgyn drew in a deep breath, waving Tony to stop the camera, getting up to stretch. "There's no way I'm going to tell the whole story by the end of the con."
"We can probably rent a room to keep filming, if you want."
"With what money?" Morgyn snorted, going to peer out the window. "I know, I brought back quite a bit of valuable rocks, but it takes time to turn those into money. And some of them I'm not even sure I want to turn into money." Another soft breath, and shake of the head. "No. We'll finish the recording elsewhere. And anyone who bitches about the change in background can bite their own ass."
Author's Note: Why yes, I'm still working at this. Sorta. Maybe. I have about fourty other projects to do, not all of them writing, and a couple with deadlines. Haven't worked on any of them today, and this one I finally finished the chapter. Good enough for me.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Chapter Rating: PG13
Chapter Warnings: language, personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
"Ianto will arrange things."
"You want to talk about it?" Jack was leaning against the plexi-glass wall of the cell, arms crossed, looking down at Morgyn as she leaned up against the other side. She glanced up to see him frowning at her notebook, and shut it, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.
"Talk about what?" She shifted so she had her back to the stone wall, the notebook and pen set on the floor next to her. She was trying for an unreadable expression, but she doubted she'd hidden every scrap of what she was feeling.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "What you know about Torchwood, and John Hart."
"Hmm." Morgyn tilted her head, a mock-thoughtful expression on her face, and sarcasm in her voice when she replied, "Oh, I don't know. He's cute. He's not a good boy. He's a little clingy, but I think that could be over-looked. He's poisoned Gwen, shot Owen, tossed you off a building. Threatened Ianto." She paused, a sly grin on her face. "Who, I must say, is quite the brave one of the lot. And resourceful, and damned cute in a suit."
Jack didn't say anything, or move, just watched her, waiting for her to answer his other question as well.
Morgyn met him stare for stare for several minutes before sighing explosively, and rolling her eyes. "And he's telling the truth when he says he found Gray. Except that isn't really a good thing." She paused, biting her lip, weighing the chances of disturbing the timeline versus the protective instinct that demanded she do something with the knowledge she had. "Just... trust me on that, for now. I really shouldn't tell you more, and I probably would be better off here until you can find a way to send me home."
"I can't just keep you here." Jack uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Why, will ickle Gwennie have a tantrum?" Morgyn dropped her eyes from his gaze, scowling at the wall across from her. "I just... I don't belong here, in this universe, and I have too much emotion invested in a TV show, too much invested in a set of characters to be safe outside this cell. To not change the outcome of events I remember watching on my computer screen." Her voice dropped, and she reached up to curl her fingers in the hair at her temples. "To stand back and let people die because I know that it's how the future plays out. Not if I have a choice, if I have a chance."
"There's always a choice." Jack held her gaze as she lifted it to meet his again. "I'm not going to keep you in here."
"Great. Sounds wonderful." Morgyn shrugged, looking away, fighting the urge to scream. Not here, not right now. Not in front of someone. Control. "Know anyplace a girl out of place can find a bed to sleep in, and work to do that keeps a roof over her head and her in food and decent clothes?"
"Ianto will arrange things."
"... and that should be everything." Ianto held out the passport over Morgyn's shoulder as she scanned the information on the computer screen. "Does the history have anything I'll need to correct?"
Morgyn drew in a deep breath, looking at the passport a moment before taking it, flashing him a wry smile. "Only that I'm rubbish at a decent British accent of any sort you can't tell is faked."
"Hence your sojourn in the US as a young child," Ianto pointed out patiently.
"So I noticed." Morgyn glanced at the computer screen again, a soft sigh escaping her. "It'll have to be good enough. It's certainly as accurate as it's possible to get, considering I don't really exist here."
"I do my best."
"Yeah." Morgyn closed her eyes a moment. "So, where do you recommend looking for a job?" She looked up at Ianto out of the corner of her eyes.
"I might recommend registering with a temp agency. But I would assume you're aware of that particular possibility."
"All too well. And they're usually not my first choice." She fiddled with the passport a moment. "You wouldn't know what the market is for free-lance writing around here, would you?"
"I can provide you with some names if you're interested in journalism."
"Sarah-Jane Smith?" Morgyn's lips twitched up in a wry smile at Ianto's raised eyebrow. "I think I'd like to stick around Cardiff a bit, actually."
"Of course."
"Ok, so I didn't exactly get a writing job out of that." Morgyn shook her head, leaning back in the chair she'd been using for the recording. "But it was still a job, and involved not entirely being bored out of my mind, and it was in Cardiff. I'm not sure who was more surprised I accepted staying that close to Torchwood - me or Jack."
Shaking her head again, Morgyn drew in a deep breath, waving Tony to stop the camera, getting up to stretch. "There's no way I'm going to tell the whole story by the end of the con."
"We can probably rent a room to keep filming, if you want."
"With what money?" Morgyn snorted, going to peer out the window. "I know, I brought back quite a bit of valuable rocks, but it takes time to turn those into money. And some of them I'm not even sure I want to turn into money." Another soft breath, and shake of the head. "No. We'll finish the recording elsewhere. And anyone who bitches about the change in background can bite their own ass."
Author's Note: Why yes, I'm still working at this. Sorta. Maybe. I have about fourty other projects to do, not all of them writing, and a couple with deadlines. Haven't worked on any of them today, and this one I finally finished the chapter. Good enough for me.
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Date: 2009-04-24 08:54 pm (UTC)I still remember where it goes and everything, though, so I'll get there. Hoping I'll get more writing done in general. Though next week, when I'm not working, I've got a costume to plan out and finish. And a wool coat to find (and finish).