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donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-10 03:06 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-10 03:06 pm
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Conversations with the Dead
Title: Conversations with the Dead
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 416
Summary: Jack and Bob Fraser have a heart-to-heart
Beta:unfeathered
Author's Note #1: Due South/Torchwood crossover. Bob Fraser was killed in the opening moments of "Due South," his ghost has appeared to his son Benton (as well as others) throughout the series.
Author's Note #2: The order of the DS/TW crossovers is: this one first then, A Mountie, a Wolf, and a Dead Man, The Captain and the Constable, The Wolf at the Door, The Furry Doorstop. Later stories are Scents and Sensibilities and The Snapshot
Author's Note #3: A drabble and double drabble were also written about this story. My flist chose which story would be posted. See the others here.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 416
Summary: Jack and Bob Fraser have a heart-to-heart
Beta:
unfeatheredAuthor's Note #1: Due South/Torchwood crossover. Bob Fraser was killed in the opening moments of "Due South," his ghost has appeared to his son Benton (as well as others) throughout the series.
Author's Note #2: The order of the DS/TW crossovers is: this one first then, A Mountie, a Wolf, and a Dead Man, The Captain and the Constable, The Wolf at the Door, The Furry Doorstop. Later stories are Scents and Sensibilities and The Snapshot
Author's Note #3: A drabble and double drabble were also written about this story. My flist chose which story would be posted. See the others here.
Captain Jack Harkness was walking towards the Canadian Consulate when he spotted the ghost of Bob Fraser standing on the sidewalk. Bob didn’t notice him though, he had eyes only for his son, standing guard duty up ahead.
“Bob.” Jack nodded politely, unfazed by the other man’s non-corporeal status.
Bob huffed slightly at being seen. “Jack.” He replied, his tone stiff.
Jack stuck his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat and haphazardly leaned against the wall. “You’re looking well.”
“I’m dead Jack, the grey hairs stop when you die.” Bob didn’t relax his stance to meet Jack’s. He stayed where he was, back straight and head held high. “Or, at least for some of us.”
Jack laughed. “You know that’s not my fault.”
“But you don’t need to flaunt it.” Bob said gruffly, his obvious frustration showing. “It’s disrespectful, the way you’re zooming in and out of the afterlife all the time.”
“You know,” Jack leaned in, whispering and treating what he was about to say like a secret he shouldn’t be sharing, “some people are actually happy to see me.”
“Name one.” Bob didn’t bother to whisper. He was dead, almost no one could hear him anyway.
“Benton.” Jack said with that grin of his that was wide and bright and he knew could easily be misinterpreted.
“Well,” Bob began, purposely ignoring Jack’s devil-may-care smile. “You’re not leaving the door of his home open, tracking in mud and god knows what else.”
“That’s me, muddying up the afterlife...”
“Jack. You die and come back. All the time. It’s not natural.”
“Maybe not. But it’s who I am. And it means I’ll always be here for Benton, whenever he needs me, just like I promised Caroline I would.” Jack paused, sighing as he remembered her. “She was a good woman.”
“Yes, she was.” Bob nodded, lost in thought for a moment. “I know she’d appreciate you doing that for her. Thank you.”
Jack checked his watch before straightening up. “It’s quitting time. Benton will be expecting me.” He took a few steps toward the Consulate before pausing to add, “It’s for you as well, old friend. I’m keeping an eye on him for you too.”
“I know.” Bob gave him a slightly sardonic smile. “Just remember, I’m keeping an eye on you!”
Jack burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.” He gave the ghost a sloppy salute before racing up to the Consulate where Benton, hat in hand, was waiting for him.
“Bob.” Jack nodded politely, unfazed by the other man’s non-corporeal status.
Bob huffed slightly at being seen. “Jack.” He replied, his tone stiff.
Jack stuck his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat and haphazardly leaned against the wall. “You’re looking well.”
“I’m dead Jack, the grey hairs stop when you die.” Bob didn’t relax his stance to meet Jack’s. He stayed where he was, back straight and head held high. “Or, at least for some of us.”
Jack laughed. “You know that’s not my fault.”
“But you don’t need to flaunt it.” Bob said gruffly, his obvious frustration showing. “It’s disrespectful, the way you’re zooming in and out of the afterlife all the time.”
“You know,” Jack leaned in, whispering and treating what he was about to say like a secret he shouldn’t be sharing, “some people are actually happy to see me.”
“Name one.” Bob didn’t bother to whisper. He was dead, almost no one could hear him anyway.
“Benton.” Jack said with that grin of his that was wide and bright and he knew could easily be misinterpreted.
“Well,” Bob began, purposely ignoring Jack’s devil-may-care smile. “You’re not leaving the door of his home open, tracking in mud and god knows what else.”
“That’s me, muddying up the afterlife...”
“Jack. You die and come back. All the time. It’s not natural.”
“Maybe not. But it’s who I am. And it means I’ll always be here for Benton, whenever he needs me, just like I promised Caroline I would.” Jack paused, sighing as he remembered her. “She was a good woman.”
“Yes, she was.” Bob nodded, lost in thought for a moment. “I know she’d appreciate you doing that for her. Thank you.”
Jack checked his watch before straightening up. “It’s quitting time. Benton will be expecting me.” He took a few steps toward the Consulate before pausing to add, “It’s for you as well, old friend. I’m keeping an eye on him for you too.”
“I know.” Bob gave him a slightly sardonic smile. “Just remember, I’m keeping an eye on you!”
Jack burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.” He gave the ghost a sloppy salute before racing up to the Consulate where Benton, hat in hand, was waiting for him.