Worlds Collide 5/?

[missthingsplace]

    missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Magnus/Alec, Jack/Ianto, Jace/Clary, Gwen
Disclaimer:I don't own Torchwood or Shadowhunters or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary:What Torchwood doesn't know about Shadowhunters and Shadwohunters don't know about Torchwood until one day there worlds collide by accident.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, violence
Spoilers:Anything is fair game
Rating:G - 15

Gwen led the way into the hub and up to the conference room, Clary following at the back of the group while looking about her and wondering where the Pterodactyl she had heard about was. Once there Gwen indicated to the aliens they should take a seat and they followed her instructions.

 

“You can understand me?” She asked them.

 

“A … little,” replied the one that had spoken before. “we … trying.”

 

Gwen nodded. “Do you need food? Water?”

 

They looked at her blankly so she mimed eating and drinking and they all nodded enthusiastically.

 

“That will be a yes then,” Clary smiled.

 

“Well, I think we have some biscuits,” Gwen frowned, “that will hopefully do for now. Can you stay with them while I fetch them? I won't be long.”

 

Clary replied yes, trying to hide that she felt a little nervous being left along with these strange beings. She took a seat herself and smiled, that she hoped was in a reassuring way at them while they whispered quietly among each other in their own language, hoping that they weren't plotting anything untoward. Hand on the hilt of her seraph blade, just in case,

 

Clary let out a sign of relief and relaxed the grip on the hilt of her seraph blade a few minutes later when Gwen returned with a jug of water, glasses and two packets of biscuit. She had relaxed when the siren of the cog door went off as it had when they had entered.

 

“Here come the rest of them,” Gwen smiled.

 

“Gwen?” Jack called out, “Did you get here okay?”

 

“Up here Jack,” She called back.

 

Ianto and the others followed Jack through the hub, gazing about them as Clary had.

 

“Time to explore later,” Ianto told them with a grin as they headed up the stairs to the conference room.

 

“Did you find anything after we left?” Gwen enquired.

 

“No, the rift readings were faint, they came through the rift else where,” Jack replied. “Ianto, can you get started in hacking those cameras?”

 

“Consider it done,” Ianto told him, starting out the door and back down to the main hub floor.

 

“Any luck with them?” Jack asked, taking his coat off and hanging it carefully over the back of a chair.

 

“Not really,” Gwen sighed, they speak very minimal English.

 

“They certainly like hobnobs!” Jack chuckled, amused at the way they were devouring them.

 

“Ianto won't be happy, they are the chocolate ones from his hidden stash!” Gwen laughed.

 

“So, what happens now?” Alec asked, indicating the aliens.

 

“We need to start up Toshiko's translation programme and hope it can find a match for their language,” Jack explained. “until we know more about them there's not much we can do.”

 

“I can get started on that,” Gwen answered a little sadly, “sometimes I forget Tosh and Owen are gone ...”

 

“Not just you,” Jack admitted with a small smile.

 

Gwen nodded and headed off to do so.

 

“How did they die?” Clary asked gently.

 

“A man from my past, he name was John, was manipulated by the brother I thought was dead to try and kill us all,” Jack told them sadly. “I won't go into details but they didn't survive. John tried to stop it but my brother wanted me to pay for his suffering, he blamed me and … they paid the price.”

 

“I'm so sorry,” Clary told him.

 

“No need,” Jack replied, brushing away a wayward tear. “We grieve, we will eventually come to terms with it.”

 

“So, this is your hub?” Jace asked, wanting to change the subject, knowing how much Clary still missed her mother. “It's a bit ...”

 

“It maybe a nothing like your institute but it does what we need,” Jack replied. “The rift runs right under us. It has been here for a very long time. We have a hothouse for cultivating alien flora and fauna, we have secure cells for any alien we might need them for – remind me to introduce you to Janet later – and a kitchenette where Ianto makes the best off in Cardiff, if not the world!”

 

“So sleeping facilities?” Alec asked.

 

“Only my tiny little room, below my office,” Jack told him, “but it serves it's purpose!”

 

Magnus raised his eyebrows at him and chuckled. It took the others a few more seconds to realise what he was alluding to and that he didn't just mean sleep.

 

“Oh ...” muttered Alec.

 

“So, do you live here?” Jace asked.

 

“I used to twenty for seven,” Jack answered, “but most night are spent at Ianto's flat now, the bed is much better for … sleeping!”

 

Gwen walked in just as the words came out of his mouth and laughed.

 

“Ignore him,” she told them, “he's incorrigible!”

 

“How's the translation soft wear going?” Jack inquired.

 

“Getting there, it's a huge programme,” Gwen replied. “Maybe another 20 or 30 minutes.”

 

“Okay,” Jack told her, “the sooner we can talk to these … ladies … the sooner we can hopefully help them.”

 

“They look exhausted,” Clary put in, “don't you have anywhere for comfortable they can go?”

 

“I guess they would fit on the sofa …” Jack paused. “Gwen, can you take them down and fetch the blankets from storage please.”

 

“Sure,” Gwen told him and after a few minutes of sign language and gesturing she managed to get the aliens to follow her.

 

“Might me a little snug,” Jack told the others, “but more comfortable then these chair.”

 

“Jack,” Ianto called over the comms.

 

“Ianto, found anything?” Jack replied.

 

“Not yet, I have set the system to alert us if anything changes,” he answered. “coffee?”

 

“Have I ever refused?” Jack answered with a cheeky grim Ianto could see.

 

“Never … Sir … on anything offered,” Ianto flirted, knowing no-one else in the conference room could hear him.

 

“Later Ianto Jones … later!” Jack laughed and turned to see the others watching him with amused looks on their faces.”

 

“What?” He grinned.

 

“Flirting in the workplace?” Alec asked, trying not to grin.

 

“Well … “ Jack started to reply.

 

“That would never happen at the institute!” Jace laughed, looking between he brother and Magnus.

 

“Don't even try to deny it!” Clary put in.

 

“But …”

 

“Don't worry, we deleted the footage of your … training session when Magnus first lost his magic,” Jace chuckled. “forgot about the cameras did you?”

 

“I … I told Magnus not to flirt with me!” Alec huffed.

 

“At least you had the foresight to suggest taking it to the bedroom!” Magnus grinned, remember what had followed.

 

“Well, not just us then!” Jack grinned.

 

“Apparently not!” Clary laughed.

 

“Are you trying to say you and Jace have never flirted at work?” Alec asked curiously.

 

“Have you ever seen us?” Jace chuckled.

 

“Yet!” Magnus laughed as Ianto carried a tray of coffees through the door.

 

“Dare I ask?” He asked, placing them down.

 

“We were talking about flirting in the work place,” Clary told him.

 

“Ah … that would never do,” Ianto replied, feeling himself blush a little.

 

“Never!” Jack laughed and pulled him into a hug.

 

He let him go and spoke into the comms.

 

“Gwen, coffee up here, how are they?”

 

“All snuggled up and dozing off,” she told him, “be up in a few minutes.”

 

TBC