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Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Tosh didn't wake when the Hub door rolled open. She thought it would wake her, between the alarm and the noise generally associated with the door opening, gears, the clank of metal. Instead, she only shifted on the couch, burrowing deeper into the jacket she'd balled up as a pillow. [...]

State of Grace (http://find-rightbrain.livejournal.com/112599.html) :: (2070 words)



Requests: River Song/Time Agent!Jack Harkness, Ida Scott/Zachary Cross Flane (both from "The Impossible Planet"/"The Satan Pit"), Lynda (from "Bad Wolf"/"Parting of the Ways")/Ninth Doctor

River Song/Time Agent!Jack Harkness

[callmegeoff.livejournal.com]

In the 51st Century, fucking is how you say hello, to seal a deal, to say sorry, to say goodbye. River's done two of these with the Time Agent. He's surprised, once their fistfight is over, that she doesn't want to make it a hat trick. 'Sorry, doll,' she tells him, with mock sorrow. 'I'm on contract now.'

'My God,' he says. 'River Song, off the shelf at last. Who is or are the lucky sentient or sentients?'

'You know I'm a one-man woman.'

'One at a time, sure.' He flashes those perfect teeth, showing off his excellent genestock. Whore. 'Anyone I know?' River shakes her head. 'So when do I get to meet him?'

She grins and waggles her eyebrows. 'I don't think he'd approve of you.'

'A likely story.' The Time Agent combs fingers through his hair, trying to put right some of the damage caused in their battle. There's a couple of smashed puters and a table that's never going to be the same, but she can see he's more worried about whether he's got a black eye. Tart. 'You know, River, I always thought if anyone'd make a honest man of me, it'd be you.'

She laughs. 'Now that's something I hope I get to see.'

'I guess if you're gonna kill me, you'd better get on with it,' he sighs.

'Don't be ridiculous,' she snaps, stung.

'We're both professionals. Let's act that way.' He nods at her weapon, a flechette thrower, compact and nasty. 'You didn't bring that puppy along to slice onions.'

'I didn't come here to kill you! I only have to stop the Time Agency getting its hands on the Xiphoid, and I've done that.'

'We both know that's not good enough,' he says, keeping a steady gaze, like he's challenging her. 'I know about it, I know what it is. Worst of all, I know how it works.'

'I know,' she says. 'But I've already worked out a deal with the Time Agency.'

She thought he'd know about it, but she knows him, well enough to recognise genuine shock in those lady-killer blue eyes. 'What? Oh, no, don't tell me -'

'All the months you've spent searching for the Xiphoid... I'm really sorry, but they're going to make you forget all about them.'

'River, for God's sake, that's nearly two years of my life!'

'It's worse than that,' she jokes sadly. 'That means you'll forget all about me.'

He slumps. 'Those sons of bitches sold me out. I can't believe it.'

'They could have just killed you. I said no.' Her communicator bleeps, and she risks a glance at it. He doesn't try anything. 'They're on their way.'

'How long?'

'Not more than ten minutes.'

'River...'

'I'm sorry, doll.'

He gives her hid dirtiest smile. 'Couldn't we at least say goodbye?'

John Hart / Ianto Jones