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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-03 11:10 pm
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Calling In A Favor
Title: Calling In A Favor
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Dresden Files crossover (tv!verse with a nod to "Summer Knight"), rated G
Word Count: 455
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Summary: Jack knows just who to call when he has a magical problem.
Author's Note: Written for day four of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
consci_fan_mo for the prompt: Dresden Files/Torchwood; Bob; secrets.
It’s not that Jack had anything against Brownies per se, but it was the principle of the thing. Human messes were cleaned up by humans, not by a magical cleaning service. If his place needed dusting, then he damn well was going to dust it himself. Or at least have Ianto do it. No one that served the Summer Court need apply.
Thumbing through one of his little black books- no, not that kind of black book- he flipped page after page before finding the number he needed.
After seven rings, just about when Jack was going to hang up, the phone was picked up with a muffled curse apparently aimed at a dog and a brusque,“Dresden.”
“I need to talk to Bob,” Jack replied, without bothering to exchange any pleasantries himself. “Tell him it’s Jack Harkness.”
“Excuse me?” If ice could travel through phone lines Jack might have been in danger of freezing to death.
“Hrothbert of Bainbridge. He still lives with you right? Or you live with his skull, or whatever.... Anyway, he owes me a favor and I need to collect on it.”
Jack heard the thunk of the phone being dropped onto a hard surface and the indistinct murmurs of a rather animated conversation taking place. After the second time his name was yelled there was a scrabble as Dresden picked back up the phone. “Harkness?”
“Yes?”
“Care to share with me how you knew Bob was here?”
“Not really.”
“What about why Bob owes you a favor?”
“Now that would be telling.” Jack couldn’t help grinning, knowing Dresden would hear it in his voice. Served Bob right for having to face some sort of consequence for that blunder.
“Fine.” A loud sigh came through the phone. “What can he help you with?”
“I hate faeries.”
There was a long pause before Dresden finally commented, “So?”
“I accidentally did the Summer Court a favor, or two, long story.”
“Isn’t it always,” Dresden interrupted.
“Anyway, now I appear to have an infestation of Brownies. The damn things won’t stop cleaning. It’s annoying.” Jack could hear Dresden relaying the problem to Bob before bursting out laughing.
“Oh, that’s easy. They only work in secret, so now that you told me about them they should take off.”
“That simple, huh? Thanks. Tell Bob he’s off the hook for that thing with the Countess, but it’ll take more than that to make up for that incident in 1892.”
“Sure, I... Bob, what the...?” There was the slam as the phone fell, then only the crackle of dead air.
“Here’s hoping that worked.” Jack hung up, steeled himself for a moment, before heading out to see if the Hub was Brownie free for himself.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Dresden Files crossover (tv!verse with a nod to "Summer Knight"), rated G
Word Count: 455
Beta:
_medley_ Summary: Jack knows just who to call when he has a magical problem.
Author's Note: Written for day four of
consci_fan_mo for the prompt: Dresden Files/Torchwood; Bob; secrets.It’s not that Jack had anything against Brownies per se, but it was the principle of the thing. Human messes were cleaned up by humans, not by a magical cleaning service. If his place needed dusting, then he damn well was going to dust it himself. Or at least have Ianto do it. No one that served the Summer Court need apply.
Thumbing through one of his little black books- no, not that kind of black book- he flipped page after page before finding the number he needed.
After seven rings, just about when Jack was going to hang up, the phone was picked up with a muffled curse apparently aimed at a dog and a brusque,“Dresden.”
“I need to talk to Bob,” Jack replied, without bothering to exchange any pleasantries himself. “Tell him it’s Jack Harkness.”
“Excuse me?” If ice could travel through phone lines Jack might have been in danger of freezing to death.
“Hrothbert of Bainbridge. He still lives with you right? Or you live with his skull, or whatever.... Anyway, he owes me a favor and I need to collect on it.”
Jack heard the thunk of the phone being dropped onto a hard surface and the indistinct murmurs of a rather animated conversation taking place. After the second time his name was yelled there was a scrabble as Dresden picked back up the phone. “Harkness?”
“Yes?”
“Care to share with me how you knew Bob was here?”
“Not really.”
“What about why Bob owes you a favor?”
“Now that would be telling.” Jack couldn’t help grinning, knowing Dresden would hear it in his voice. Served Bob right for having to face some sort of consequence for that blunder.
“Fine.” A loud sigh came through the phone. “What can he help you with?”
“I hate faeries.”
There was a long pause before Dresden finally commented, “So?”
“I accidentally did the Summer Court a favor, or two, long story.”
“Isn’t it always,” Dresden interrupted.
“Anyway, now I appear to have an infestation of Brownies. The damn things won’t stop cleaning. It’s annoying.” Jack could hear Dresden relaying the problem to Bob before bursting out laughing.
“Oh, that’s easy. They only work in secret, so now that you told me about them they should take off.”
“That simple, huh? Thanks. Tell Bob he’s off the hook for that thing with the Countess, but it’ll take more than that to make up for that incident in 1892.”
“Sure, I... Bob, what the...?” There was the slam as the phone fell, then only the crackle of dead air.
“Here’s hoping that worked.” Jack hung up, steeled himself for a moment, before heading out to see if the Hub was Brownie free for himself.