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tamingthemuseTitle: Smartest Man in the World
Fandom: Torchwood
Prompt: Blackfoot
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: When the smartest man in the world needs something, he comes to Torchwood.
Ianto walked up to the one way mirror of the interrogation room. They’d had an unexpected visitor earlier that day and Jack had been in quizzing him all morning. Ianto handed Gwen her cup of coffee free his tray and she took it. She gently lifted it to her lips, but her eyes were still transfixed on Jack’s back and the man he was talking too.
“Any clues as he how he found the hub?” Ianto asked putting the tray down on the small table behind them and deciding to find a better moment to take the requested drinks into the room.
“No, nothing,” Gwen said taking another sip thoughtfully, “But he says he just knew. He just knew where we were and how to get in. He knew Jack, you and I. He says he just knows things, but that can’t be. Can it?”
“How long have you been working in Torchwood?” Ianto asked glancing up and seeing Jack’s exasperated face in the mirror. Through the speakers he could hear Jack’s questions.
“How did you find Torchwood’s entrance?” Jack asked for the tenth time.
“I simply knew where it was,” the young man said across from the table. The man was tall, six four and very lengthy. His hair was completely blond and almost matched his pale white skin. He had dressed in a white shirt and a pair of jeans. His eyes were a pale blue blending into his fair hair and skin in a creepy way.
“How?” Jack demanded again.
“I told you, I simply know things. Ask me anything,” the young man who had address himself as Will answered.
“Fine. Who was Henry Fitzroy?” Jack asked.
“That’s too easy. He was a son of Henry the eight, a bastard son. He died mysteriously. I believe you were involved Captain,” Will said and Ianto saw Jack’s face contort for a moment in shock. His face goes back to determined.
“What two cities were linked by the Orient Express?” Jack asked so quick Ianto almost didn’t catch it.
“Paris and Istanbul,” the man answered effortlessly.
“What is philematology?”
“The science of kissing.”
“What was used to erase lead pencil marks before rubber came into use?”
“Pieces of bread.”
“The Blackfoot language is also called?”
“Siksika.”
“What is my real name?” Jack asked pausing on this one. The man glanced up at the mirror before smirking. He sat forward and whispered something into Jack’s ear. Jack’s eyes went wide and he didn’t shift as the other man sat back in his chair properly. Jack got up from the table and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed he crossed his arms and looked thoughtful.
“Jack,” Gwen said curiously.
“He’s for real,” Jack confirmed, “I don’t know how, but he knows everything he shouldn’t.”
“Should we Retcon him?” Ianto asked.
“We’d have to do a completely brain dump to make him forget everything. He says he’s known all of this his whole life. It’s normal for him. The only reason he brought attention to himself was due to the fact he needed help,” Jack told them and Gwen frowned.
“What’s he need help with?” Gwen asked somewhat displeased.
“Saving the world.”
Fandom: Torchwood
Prompt: Blackfoot
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: When the smartest man in the world needs something, he comes to Torchwood.
Ianto walked up to the one way mirror of the interrogation room. They’d had an unexpected visitor earlier that day and Jack had been in quizzing him all morning. Ianto handed Gwen her cup of coffee free his tray and she took it. She gently lifted it to her lips, but her eyes were still transfixed on Jack’s back and the man he was talking too.
“Any clues as he how he found the hub?” Ianto asked putting the tray down on the small table behind them and deciding to find a better moment to take the requested drinks into the room.
“No, nothing,” Gwen said taking another sip thoughtfully, “But he says he just knew. He just knew where we were and how to get in. He knew Jack, you and I. He says he just knows things, but that can’t be. Can it?”
“How long have you been working in Torchwood?” Ianto asked glancing up and seeing Jack’s exasperated face in the mirror. Through the speakers he could hear Jack’s questions.
“How did you find Torchwood’s entrance?” Jack asked for the tenth time.
“I simply knew where it was,” the young man said across from the table. The man was tall, six four and very lengthy. His hair was completely blond and almost matched his pale white skin. He had dressed in a white shirt and a pair of jeans. His eyes were a pale blue blending into his fair hair and skin in a creepy way.
“How?” Jack demanded again.
“I told you, I simply know things. Ask me anything,” the young man who had address himself as Will answered.
“Fine. Who was Henry Fitzroy?” Jack asked.
“That’s too easy. He was a son of Henry the eight, a bastard son. He died mysteriously. I believe you were involved Captain,” Will said and Ianto saw Jack’s face contort for a moment in shock. His face goes back to determined.
“What two cities were linked by the Orient Express?” Jack asked so quick Ianto almost didn’t catch it.
“Paris and Istanbul,” the man answered effortlessly.
“What is philematology?”
“The science of kissing.”
“What was used to erase lead pencil marks before rubber came into use?”
“Pieces of bread.”
“The Blackfoot language is also called?”
“Siksika.”
“What is my real name?” Jack asked pausing on this one. The man glanced up at the mirror before smirking. He sat forward and whispered something into Jack’s ear. Jack’s eyes went wide and he didn’t shift as the other man sat back in his chair properly. Jack got up from the table and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed he crossed his arms and looked thoughtful.
“Jack,” Gwen said curiously.
“He’s for real,” Jack confirmed, “I don’t know how, but he knows everything he shouldn’t.”
“Should we Retcon him?” Ianto asked.
“We’d have to do a completely brain dump to make him forget everything. He says he’s known all of this his whole life. It’s normal for him. The only reason he brought attention to himself was due to the fact he needed help,” Jack told them and Gwen frowned.
“What’s he need help with?” Gwen asked somewhat displeased.
“Saving the world.”
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Date: 2009-12-28 01:47 am (UTC)If you ever need any help, toss me a mail. I have no problem at all with them. Figuring out what to do with them...now that's an issue.
Suicide? Angel? I could see him trying to epically fight them because he suspected they were the ones who did it first. In fact that could be the poly with convincing him she's dead. They could even admit they did it and lead him into a trap.
I personally think, and no idea if this has been used before or not, but I think Willow or Xander should convince her they have a soul to make her welcome then close to her and then kill her.