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donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-16 08:14 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-16 08:14 pm
Old Friends and Unfamiliar Faces
Title: Old Friends and Unfamiliar Faces
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack Harkness/Benton Fraser, none, rated G
Word Count: 1158
Beta:_medley_
Summary: Jack meets up with Ben at the Canadian Consulate. Dief is happy to see him, but Ray's a little nervous...
Author's Note: Torchwood/Due South crossover. Written fortravels_in_time for her birthday
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack Harkness/Benton Fraser, none, rated G
Word Count: 1158
Beta:
_medley_Summary: Jack meets up with Ben at the Canadian Consulate. Dief is happy to see him, but Ray's a little nervous...
Author's Note: Torchwood/Due South crossover. Written for
travels_in_time for her birthdayThe constable on the phone looked up when Jack entered the Consulate, acknowledging him with a smile and brief wave of the hand as he continued speaking, “yes, in Canada . . . Yes, I do realize your establishment is based in Chicago, that’s why I’m calling you . . . No, I am in Canada at the moment, but I could go outside to pick it up, and then I’d be in Chicago. Hello? Hello?” Giving the phone a confused look for a moment he tapped the receiver a few times and then returned his gaze to Jack. “That is the third time the connection has been broken when I was trying to order food.” He gave a small head shake and a shrug before continuing. “Welcome to Canada, sir.”
“Thank you. Constable . . . ”
“Turnbull, sir. How can I help you?”
“Captain Jack Harkness to see Constable Benton Fraser, if you please.”
“I’m afraid that Constable Fraser isn’t . . . ” Constable Turnbull trailed off as barking could be heard from outside. “That would be him now, sir. Not barking. He’s not the one barking. He doesn’t bark. But he’s with the one that’s barking, the animal barking that is, if that’s . . . I mean . . . ”
The door to the Consulate opened and a blur of white fur flew through, hurling itself at Jack who crashed to the floor under the onslaught of the exuberant wolf, a cry of “Diefenbaker!” echoing as they fell. A second, and a flash of red serge later, Constable Fraser and another man burst through the door and into the lobby. “My apologies. My wolf is usually much better behaved than that.”
“He is?” The other man didn’t attempt to hide his surprise. “Since when?”
Benton reached down to pull Diefenbaker off but halted when he recognized who was the target of Diefenbaker’s enthusiastic greeting. “Jack?” He smiled as he pushed the wolf out of the way. “What are you doing in Chicago?”
Jack gave the wolf one last scratch before responding, “Getting one of Diefenbaker’s infamous face washings apparently.” Laughing, he accepted Benton’s extended hand and was pulled to his feet and then into a strong hug. “It’s been too long. Far to long.”
“No wonder Diefenbaker took off like that. He must have realized you were inside.”
“Dief’s a smart one, isn’t he?” Jack grinned as Dief slipped in between him and Benton, his tail managing to thwack both men as it wagged back and forth. “So, Ben, who’s your friend?”
“Oh, yes. Jack, you remember Ray, don’t you?”
“Ray?” Jack started to offer his hand for a shake, but paused, giving Benton a slightly confused look.
“Ray Vecchio.” Ray stepped forward to grab Jack’s hand. “We met back-”
“Back in my apartment that morning,” Benton said, quickly supplying the time and place. “And of course Ray, I’m quite sure you remember Captain Jack Harkness.”
“A hard man to forget.” Ray smiled, looking slightly nervous.
“Oh yes, Ray. Right.” Jack gave Benton an arched eyebrow but didn’t pause in the conversation. “Sorry, I almost didn’t recognize you. It must be the new haircut.”
“I get that a lot,” Ray said. “On the other hand, Dief here had no trouble recognizing you.”
“Oh, I’ve known Diefenbaker a long time. Ben here too for that matter.” Jack clamped Benton on the shoulder.
Benton looked relieved at Jack not questioning Ray further. “Sometimes it feels like I’ve known Jack my whole life.”
“That’s because you have known him your whole life, son.” Benton looked around and spotted the ghost of his father in the hallway. “He gave you your first knife when you were three. You practically wore the blade down to nothing; you used it so much.”
“Remember that knife I got you, Ben?” Keeping his one hand on Benton’s shoulder Jack reached out and pulled Ray close to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “Ray, you should have seen him then, wouldn’t stop whittling and cutting and practicing his throws with it.” Jack caught Benton’s eye and then gave a surreptitious nod of greeting to the dead man in the hall.
“A good knife and the skill to use it well is very important, Jack.”
“So your father always told me,” Jack replied. “Repeatedly. What’s your opinion, Ray?”
“I’ve always thought you should never take a knife to a gunfight, myself.” Ray tapped the gun in his holster lightly.
“A man after my own heart. Some day maybe I’ll take you to the shooting range where I work, we’ve got quite the assortment of weaponry there, I’m sure you’d find something you like. Have you ever fired a-”
“Jack,” Benton shook his head, cutting Jack off. “Must you?”
“You’re the one who laid the ground rules. No flirting with your friends. You never said anything about discouraging a shared interest in firearms.”
“I hadn’t realized it was necessary.”
Jack reached over and stroked Benton’s chin lightly. “No pouting now. I’m only in town for an hour, why don’t we go out and grab a bite to eat. You and I will be able to catch up, I’ll get to know Ray here a little better and you can bring something back for Constable Turnbull over there to eat. If I’m not mistaken, he missed lunch today.”
Benton looked over at Turnbull. “Did you try to order in lunch again, Constable?” Sighing at the sheepish smile he received in response he added, “We’ll bring you back something.”
Jack held the door as the others went through. “You know your Constable Turnbull reminds me of that time when were you seven and you tried to argue with your father about legal ramifications of the punishment he’d planned because you-”
“Yes, yes.” Benton cut Jack off with a dismissive wave of the hand and they walked down the steps. “That was a long time ago. I’m sure Ray doesn’t want to hear about that.”
“Of course I do!” Ray grinned broadly. “Fraser here actually got in trouble with his old man?”
“Oh sure, all the time!” Jack smacked Benton on the back. “You should have seen what happened when he decided to reorganize the catalogue his grandparents-”
“Jack!” Benton turned to Ray. “Now that is a rather long and boring story. Why don’t we bring Jack up to date on what’s been happening in Chicago since we saw him last?”
“Nah, I’m sure Jack here already knows all about that. I want to hear some of these old stories! Did Fraser ever-”
“My purse! Stop! Thief!” The shout interrupted Ray just as someone brushed past them, running at full tilt.
“Police!” Ray shouted and, with Jack, Benton, and Diefenbaker in tow, chased after the suspect.
“I love Chicago. There’s always a good chase to be had!” Jack laughed, his coat flapping behind him as he ran.
“It is invigorating.” Benton agreed before veering off down an alley.
“I dunno,” Ray jumped over the garbage cans the suspect tipped over, “I could do without this kind of excitement.”
“Thank you. Constable . . . ”
“Turnbull, sir. How can I help you?”
“Captain Jack Harkness to see Constable Benton Fraser, if you please.”
“I’m afraid that Constable Fraser isn’t . . . ” Constable Turnbull trailed off as barking could be heard from outside. “That would be him now, sir. Not barking. He’s not the one barking. He doesn’t bark. But he’s with the one that’s barking, the animal barking that is, if that’s . . . I mean . . . ”
The door to the Consulate opened and a blur of white fur flew through, hurling itself at Jack who crashed to the floor under the onslaught of the exuberant wolf, a cry of “Diefenbaker!” echoing as they fell. A second, and a flash of red serge later, Constable Fraser and another man burst through the door and into the lobby. “My apologies. My wolf is usually much better behaved than that.”
“He is?” The other man didn’t attempt to hide his surprise. “Since when?”
Benton reached down to pull Diefenbaker off but halted when he recognized who was the target of Diefenbaker’s enthusiastic greeting. “Jack?” He smiled as he pushed the wolf out of the way. “What are you doing in Chicago?”
Jack gave the wolf one last scratch before responding, “Getting one of Diefenbaker’s infamous face washings apparently.” Laughing, he accepted Benton’s extended hand and was pulled to his feet and then into a strong hug. “It’s been too long. Far to long.”
“No wonder Diefenbaker took off like that. He must have realized you were inside.”
“Dief’s a smart one, isn’t he?” Jack grinned as Dief slipped in between him and Benton, his tail managing to thwack both men as it wagged back and forth. “So, Ben, who’s your friend?”
“Oh, yes. Jack, you remember Ray, don’t you?”
“Ray?” Jack started to offer his hand for a shake, but paused, giving Benton a slightly confused look.
“Ray Vecchio.” Ray stepped forward to grab Jack’s hand. “We met back-”
“Back in my apartment that morning,” Benton said, quickly supplying the time and place. “And of course Ray, I’m quite sure you remember Captain Jack Harkness.”
“A hard man to forget.” Ray smiled, looking slightly nervous.
“Oh yes, Ray. Right.” Jack gave Benton an arched eyebrow but didn’t pause in the conversation. “Sorry, I almost didn’t recognize you. It must be the new haircut.”
“I get that a lot,” Ray said. “On the other hand, Dief here had no trouble recognizing you.”
“Oh, I’ve known Diefenbaker a long time. Ben here too for that matter.” Jack clamped Benton on the shoulder.
Benton looked relieved at Jack not questioning Ray further. “Sometimes it feels like I’ve known Jack my whole life.”
“That’s because you have known him your whole life, son.” Benton looked around and spotted the ghost of his father in the hallway. “He gave you your first knife when you were three. You practically wore the blade down to nothing; you used it so much.”
“Remember that knife I got you, Ben?” Keeping his one hand on Benton’s shoulder Jack reached out and pulled Ray close to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “Ray, you should have seen him then, wouldn’t stop whittling and cutting and practicing his throws with it.” Jack caught Benton’s eye and then gave a surreptitious nod of greeting to the dead man in the hall.
“A good knife and the skill to use it well is very important, Jack.”
“So your father always told me,” Jack replied. “Repeatedly. What’s your opinion, Ray?”
“I’ve always thought you should never take a knife to a gunfight, myself.” Ray tapped the gun in his holster lightly.
“A man after my own heart. Some day maybe I’ll take you to the shooting range where I work, we’ve got quite the assortment of weaponry there, I’m sure you’d find something you like. Have you ever fired a-”
“Jack,” Benton shook his head, cutting Jack off. “Must you?”
“You’re the one who laid the ground rules. No flirting with your friends. You never said anything about discouraging a shared interest in firearms.”
“I hadn’t realized it was necessary.”
Jack reached over and stroked Benton’s chin lightly. “No pouting now. I’m only in town for an hour, why don’t we go out and grab a bite to eat. You and I will be able to catch up, I’ll get to know Ray here a little better and you can bring something back for Constable Turnbull over there to eat. If I’m not mistaken, he missed lunch today.”
Benton looked over at Turnbull. “Did you try to order in lunch again, Constable?” Sighing at the sheepish smile he received in response he added, “We’ll bring you back something.”
Jack held the door as the others went through. “You know your Constable Turnbull reminds me of that time when were you seven and you tried to argue with your father about legal ramifications of the punishment he’d planned because you-”
“Yes, yes.” Benton cut Jack off with a dismissive wave of the hand and they walked down the steps. “That was a long time ago. I’m sure Ray doesn’t want to hear about that.”
“Of course I do!” Ray grinned broadly. “Fraser here actually got in trouble with his old man?”
“Oh sure, all the time!” Jack smacked Benton on the back. “You should have seen what happened when he decided to reorganize the catalogue his grandparents-”
“Jack!” Benton turned to Ray. “Now that is a rather long and boring story. Why don’t we bring Jack up to date on what’s been happening in Chicago since we saw him last?”
“Nah, I’m sure Jack here already knows all about that. I want to hear some of these old stories! Did Fraser ever-”
“My purse! Stop! Thief!” The shout interrupted Ray just as someone brushed past them, running at full tilt.
“Police!” Ray shouted and, with Jack, Benton, and Diefenbaker in tow, chased after the suspect.
“I love Chicago. There’s always a good chase to be had!” Jack laughed, his coat flapping behind him as he ran.
“It is invigorating.” Benton agreed before veering off down an alley.
“I dunno,” Ray jumped over the garbage cans the suspect tipped over, “I could do without this kind of excitement.”
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I love this! You've got Turnbull so absolutely perfect. And Jack! "Must be the haircut." *sporfles* He just takes things in stride. Regenerating Doctor, different Rays...all in a day's work. :D
Jack offering to take Ray to the gun range...*dies* You have to write this now, you know that, right? And Fraser can get very quietly possessive, only he *knows* that that's just how Jack is, he can't help it...
And Jack knowing all Fraser's stories! And being able to see Bob, we established that way back when, but I still love it. Jack watching Fraser grow up is firmly established in my personal canon now, right alongside Hugh and Hywel and Marion and the rest.
I am thrilled with all of this, and I hate to be greedy, but YOU SHOULD WRITE MOAR. SRSLY.
Thank you so much! *hugs*
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Poor Turnbull, it's just too fun to mess with him, right?
I've established canon for you now? *blushes mightily* Now I feel like I got a present too!
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No flirting with your friends. You never said anything about discouraging a shared interest in firearms.
Ha! But Frasier knows that *is* flirting.
I always love the way you write Dief.
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Fraser probably knows that *anything* Jack does is flirting. Anything.
:) Glad you liked!
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I did want to ask about this bit, though. “You’re the one who laid the ground rules. No flirting with your friends. You never said anything about discouraging a shared interest in firearms.”
Shouldn't that be encouraging a shared interest? Or am I missing the point. And Jack not flirting. Pffft! Impossible. *g*
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...my god. how the hell did Benton grow up like this is he had Jack as an example?
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I love this; Jack is the most embarrassing person to come visit, Turnbull would have trouble ordering pizza, and Ray is just about hanging in there.
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I'd love to see Deif and Myfanywy meet.
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And I made this icon (and the larger picture it's from) in honor of your DS/Torchwood series.
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Turnbull's attempt at ordering lunch was just great (though it did take me a few seconds to get the joke *lol*)
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Glad you liked it!
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Nope, Fraser's never going to hear the end of it, will he?
Glad you liked it!
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ETA: Great Turnbull. You catch him perfectly. I'm hoping/wondering if Jack ever gets to turn his charm on Margaret.
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And thanks for the beta catch- PLEASE point out anything you see, I really appreciate it!
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