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So Then What Happened?
Title: So Then What Happened?
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Doctor Who crossover of a sort, none, rated G
Word Count: 925
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Summary: The story of "The Empty Child" as told to a 5 year old by Jack. Or the beginning of it anyway.
Author's Note: Written forrustydog for day thirteen of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
consci_fan_mo with my OC Maggie, from Unexpected Tourists and Legends and Legacies (although you don't have to read them to understand this story).
“Tell me a story, Uncle Jack.”
Jack sighed. He’d made it all the way to the door before Maggie’d piped up; one second later and his hand would have been on the light switch and he’d have been in the clear. “I already read you three stories. And it was supposed to be lights out,” he looked at his watch, “nearly twenty minutes ago.”
“But they’re not as good as your stories. Please, Uncle Jack? Just one? Then I’ll go right to sleep.” Jack tried to hold firm. He was about to flick off the light when she pulled out the big guns. Eyes wide and shiny, like a tear was about to fall, her lower lip puckered slightly, and hugging her stuffed bear tightly she called out a final, “Please?”
So close. “Fine. Just one.” He walked back in and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Scoot over. You know your Poppa’s going to kill me.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head so forcefully her curls flew everywhere. “Poppa knows you wouldn’t stay dead. He’d hide your coffee.”
Jack laughed. “The horrors!”
“But I won’t tell if you won’t tell!”
“Pinky swear?”
She let go of the bear for a second to offer one up. “Pinky swear.”
Two complicated handshakes later the deal was done. “But you have to close your eyes. Both of them. And no peeking. Okay, once upon a time,”
“When?”
“A long time ago.”
“How long?”
“Before you were born.”
“That’s not that long ago.”
“Well, before your Poppa was born then.”
“Oh. Okay. That was a long time ago.”
“Right. So, anyway, once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden,”
“What’s a maiden?”
“A young woman.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you just say so?”
“It sounds fancier that way.”
“I guess.” She huffed into her bear.
“As I was saying, once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden who met a mysterious stranger,”
“Why’s he so mysterious?”
“Because if you asked him a question he’d never come right out and answer it.”
“Well that’s kinda rude.”
“I always thought so, but the maiden had never met anyone like him before and he offered to take her on an adventure.”
“Ooh, adventures are fun!”
“Yes they are. And together they left her native land to seek out-”
“What’s a native land?”
“It means where she lived.”
“Okay.” She reached out and patted his knee. “Go on with your story.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So anyway, the beautiful maiden and the mysterious stranger had gone off in search of adventure,”
“You said that part already.”
“True, but someone keeps interrupting.”
“Madame Bearbear is curious.” The bear in question was pushed up into a seated position.
“Right, so, you’re just doing the bear a favor.”
“Uh-hun.”
“Okay, well maybe you can ask Madame Bearbear to quit interrupting so much?”
“I can try.”
“Okay, that’s all I ask. Now the fair maiden-”
“I thought you said she was beautiful?”
“Same thing. The fair and beautiful maiden, okay?” She nodded. “So one day the fair and beautiful maiden and the mysterious stranger got separated,”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How’d they get separated?”
“She saw something that interested her and wandered off.”
“You’re not supposed to wander off, everyone knows that.”
“Well, she didn’t.”
“Well, she’s a dope.”
“Maggie,” Jack warned.
“Sorry. Go on.”
“Okay, so the dopey, yet beautiful maiden wandered off and got into a spot of trouble,”
“That’s why Poppa always says not to wander off.”
“Well, your Poppa’s smart. Anyway, she got in a spot of trouble with a barrage balloon,”
“What’s a barrage balloon?”
“Kind of like a hot air balloon.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
“I thought I did.”
“Oh.”
“So, she had grabbed on to the balloon when the rope tying it to the ground broke off and suddenly,”
“How’d it break?”
“Weasels. And the balloon took off into the sky, going higher and higher,”
“How high?”
“So high she was almost as high as the clouds.”
“That’s high.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, just then a big gust of wind came and blew her off the balloon and she began to fall,”
“Was it a far way down?”
“All the way from the clouds to the ground? You bet. But, lucky for the fair maiden there was a handsome hero,”
“Named Jack.”
“Why Jack?”
“That’s a good name for a hero.”
“I always thought so. Jack saw that the maiden was in trouble so he ran over to his chariot,”
“What’s a chariot?”
“A fancy horse drawn carriage.”
“Ooh, horses! I like horses.”
“I know. So, Jack jumped into his chariot and rode into the sky,”
“How’d the horses get into the sky?”
“Magic.”
“Magical horses?”
“Yep. And he rode up there to catch her in his chariot. Before she even knew he was there he’d gotten under her and she landed directly in his arms,”
“How’d he catch her if he’s driving the chariot?”
“He didn’t need to hold onto the reins because magical horses are very smart and always know exactly what to do.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, so the handsome hero,”
“Jack.”
“Yes, Jack. He saved the beautiful maiden,”
“What happened to the mysterious stranger?”
“I was getting to that.”
“Oops.”
“That’s okay. Anyway, and, ummm.... where was I?”
“The mysterious stranger lost the beautiful dopey maiden and she almost splatted but the hero, Jack, saved her. Boy, your stories are good, but you take forever to tell them, Uncle Jack.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay. So then what happened?”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Doctor Who crossover of a sort, none, rated G
Word Count: 925
Beta:
_medley_ Summary: The story of "The Empty Child" as told to a 5 year old by Jack. Or the beginning of it anyway.
Author's Note: Written for
rustydog for day thirteen of consci_fan_mo with my OC Maggie, from Unexpected Tourists and Legends and Legacies (although you don't have to read them to understand this story).“Tell me a story, Uncle Jack.”
Jack sighed. He’d made it all the way to the door before Maggie’d piped up; one second later and his hand would have been on the light switch and he’d have been in the clear. “I already read you three stories. And it was supposed to be lights out,” he looked at his watch, “nearly twenty minutes ago.”
“But they’re not as good as your stories. Please, Uncle Jack? Just one? Then I’ll go right to sleep.” Jack tried to hold firm. He was about to flick off the light when she pulled out the big guns. Eyes wide and shiny, like a tear was about to fall, her lower lip puckered slightly, and hugging her stuffed bear tightly she called out a final, “Please?”
So close. “Fine. Just one.” He walked back in and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Scoot over. You know your Poppa’s going to kill me.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head so forcefully her curls flew everywhere. “Poppa knows you wouldn’t stay dead. He’d hide your coffee.”
Jack laughed. “The horrors!”
“But I won’t tell if you won’t tell!”
“Pinky swear?”
She let go of the bear for a second to offer one up. “Pinky swear.”
Two complicated handshakes later the deal was done. “But you have to close your eyes. Both of them. And no peeking. Okay, once upon a time,”
“When?”
“A long time ago.”
“How long?”
“Before you were born.”
“That’s not that long ago.”
“Well, before your Poppa was born then.”
“Oh. Okay. That was a long time ago.”
“Right. So, anyway, once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden,”
“What’s a maiden?”
“A young woman.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you just say so?”
“It sounds fancier that way.”
“I guess.” She huffed into her bear.
“As I was saying, once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden who met a mysterious stranger,”
“Why’s he so mysterious?”
“Because if you asked him a question he’d never come right out and answer it.”
“Well that’s kinda rude.”
“I always thought so, but the maiden had never met anyone like him before and he offered to take her on an adventure.”
“Ooh, adventures are fun!”
“Yes they are. And together they left her native land to seek out-”
“What’s a native land?”
“It means where she lived.”
“Okay.” She reached out and patted his knee. “Go on with your story.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So anyway, the beautiful maiden and the mysterious stranger had gone off in search of adventure,”
“You said that part already.”
“True, but someone keeps interrupting.”
“Madame Bearbear is curious.” The bear in question was pushed up into a seated position.
“Right, so, you’re just doing the bear a favor.”
“Uh-hun.”
“Okay, well maybe you can ask Madame Bearbear to quit interrupting so much?”
“I can try.”
“Okay, that’s all I ask. Now the fair maiden-”
“I thought you said she was beautiful?”
“Same thing. The fair and beautiful maiden, okay?” She nodded. “So one day the fair and beautiful maiden and the mysterious stranger got separated,”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How’d they get separated?”
“She saw something that interested her and wandered off.”
“You’re not supposed to wander off, everyone knows that.”
“Well, she didn’t.”
“Well, she’s a dope.”
“Maggie,” Jack warned.
“Sorry. Go on.”
“Okay, so the dopey, yet beautiful maiden wandered off and got into a spot of trouble,”
“That’s why Poppa always says not to wander off.”
“Well, your Poppa’s smart. Anyway, she got in a spot of trouble with a barrage balloon,”
“What’s a barrage balloon?”
“Kind of like a hot air balloon.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
“I thought I did.”
“Oh.”
“So, she had grabbed on to the balloon when the rope tying it to the ground broke off and suddenly,”
“How’d it break?”
“Weasels. And the balloon took off into the sky, going higher and higher,”
“How high?”
“So high she was almost as high as the clouds.”
“That’s high.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, just then a big gust of wind came and blew her off the balloon and she began to fall,”
“Was it a far way down?”
“All the way from the clouds to the ground? You bet. But, lucky for the fair maiden there was a handsome hero,”
“Named Jack.”
“Why Jack?”
“That’s a good name for a hero.”
“I always thought so. Jack saw that the maiden was in trouble so he ran over to his chariot,”
“What’s a chariot?”
“A fancy horse drawn carriage.”
“Ooh, horses! I like horses.”
“I know. So, Jack jumped into his chariot and rode into the sky,”
“How’d the horses get into the sky?”
“Magic.”
“Magical horses?”
“Yep. And he rode up there to catch her in his chariot. Before she even knew he was there he’d gotten under her and she landed directly in his arms,”
“How’d he catch her if he’s driving the chariot?”
“He didn’t need to hold onto the reins because magical horses are very smart and always know exactly what to do.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, so the handsome hero,”
“Jack.”
“Yes, Jack. He saved the beautiful maiden,”
“What happened to the mysterious stranger?”
“I was getting to that.”
“Oops.”
“That’s okay. Anyway, and, ummm.... where was I?”
“The mysterious stranger lost the beautiful dopey maiden and she almost splatted but the hero, Jack, saved her. Boy, your stories are good, but you take forever to tell them, Uncle Jack.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay. So then what happened?”