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Metal Tears for the Tin Man (5/27)

"Christ, you're still black and blue, and it's been a week," Tom sighed, catching Ianto by the jaw to study his face. "You sure you don’t want us to jump him for you?"

"Oi, I'll be the one doing that, thank you," Jake said sternly as he laced up his boots.

"Totally different ways, Simmonds," Tom corrected, poking at Ianto's face and making him wince.

"I told you, I goaded him into it, and I'm fine, or I would be if you stopped jabbing at me!"

"Anyone know where Jake's boytoy has gone?" Ross questioned. "We've got Rift duty coming up; at this rate poor Jakey won’t get any before we're gone."

At Jake's sly smile, the other three men started to laugh, knowing him all too well.

"Wot? It’s sex. Mind you, he's bloody good at it, but I'm not going to throw myself in a nunnery if he's not around."

Ianto mimed gagging. "Are you trying to make me ill? The thought of you in a habit..."

"Oh, shut your hole," Jake laughed, flipping Ianto off. "You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you and could pull it off."

"Okay, now I'm going to heave," Ross groaned as he finished wiping the oil off his sidearm and began to reassemble it with efficient fingers. "Bloody hell, I can't even get one girl into bed, and here you are tarting about when you've got your very own sex machine but a few floors away. Lucky sod."

"Don’t worry, Ross," Tom said, pulling the shorter man into a headlock that masqueraded as a hug, "we still love you."

"Come on, you lot," Ianto laughed, "we're on duty in five, no time for an orgy."

"Oh piss off," Ross muttered to no one in particular. "I'm suffering here – we're talking Smurf-colored balls!"

"Oh gross," Jake yelled. "Now I'm going to have to scour my brain with a Brillo pad to get rid of that image! No, wait, Jack – naked. Jack naked and doing that thing he does with his..." Jake began evilly, ducking out the door as Ross lunged for him and literally running into Rose.

"Bollocks! Rose, I'm sorry!" he yelped, catching her before she could do more than wobble a bit. "I didn't… hurt anything, did I?"

"I'm not pregnant!" she yelled, startling all of the men, who fell back from her quickly as she continued to rant.

"Right, Rose," Ianto said quickly as the others hid behind him, "not pregnant. We've got it, never mention it again, right, lads?"

"Got it!" the other three chimed in unison.

That only slightly mollified Rose, who still glared daggers at them. "When I get my hands on that Jack Harkness – well, it's a bloody good thing his bits grow back!" she growled to herself as she stalked off. "Because I'm going to cut them off for even suggesting that I might be…" Her muttering finally faded as she rounded the corner.

Ross waited a few long moments and then turned to his teammates and very quietly asked. "Are we sure she's not preggers? Mood swings from hell lately!"

"She isn’t," Tom announced. "She checked, and I happened to... glance at the report."

"Poor Harkness," Ianto said under his breath. "You better find him when he gets back and warn him, Jake, or you'll be in for a really boring time of it."

Jake looked at Ianto strangely. "He beats the crap out of you, and you start worrying about his bits?" he asked slowly. "I mean, when I got nearly vivisected by that alien gizmo, you got me drunk and laughed when I ended up heaving in your loo. And we were sleeping together at the time." He wasn't jealous about Ianto's sudden interest in Jack, well, not exactly, but Jake was puzzled by the sudden shift in Ianto's opinions when he'd been dead set against getting too close to him up until now.

"Maybe that's why she's so pissy," Ross muttered to himself, not really paying attention to Jake and Ianto. "Maybe she wants to be?"

"I wouldn't ask her that," Tom cautioned as they all trooped toward the command center, "or you won’t have to worry about the color of your balls."

"Not worried about his bits," Ianto shrugged as he told Jake. "I just don’t want you whinging because you aren’t getting any from him or me is all."

"You could always join in…" Jake began, his libido getting ahead of his brain. "Um, sorry, that was uncalled for," he murmured when he caught himself up. "I spoke without thinking. I mean I know we've teased each other about this sort of thing in the past, but this time it's different, yeah?"

Ianto eyed the shorter man as if he'd run mad and finally shook his head. "Good thing it was me you suggested that to and not him."

"My cock got ahead of my brain," Jake admitted, glad that Ross and Tom were far enough ahead that they couldn't hear the conversation. "It's just that… I kind of miss you, man. And if you tell anyone I said that, I will kill you."

"You could try," Ianto chuckled before swinging his arm around Jake's shoulders. "And you should have said something. It's not like it's a hardship, you know."

"I could succeed, too. Jack n' I have been doing more than just fucking. He's an all right guy. Knew my Mickey, he did – they traveled together with the Doctor, and they got to be mates after Mickey went back to his universe He's a bit of all right, Ianto, honestly. I think you'd actually like him too if you didn’t have all the crap hanging over your heads."

Tom looked back at them, having caught the tail end of that comment, "Are we getting the return of Yenta Jake again?"

"Well, he did all right with you and the lovely Dr. Jones," Ross pointed out.

"I let him try to beat the shite out of me; how much more friendly can you get?" Ianto snorted.

"If that's your idea of courtship, Ianto, no wonder you're permanently single!" Jake snorted, elbowing his team lead in the gut and ducking behind Tom with a snigger.

"And I did all right with you and Lisa too; you just don't see any results yet because she's a nice girl. It's not like with guys, you moron; you can't just whip out your dick to impress them. Women take work, especially if they're worth it," Jake informed Ross with a haughty sniff.

"Oh, for fuck sake, what is it with you and your cock, Simmonds? I've seen it; it's not that impressive," Ross groaned.

"It's not bad!" Jake replied indignantly and then grinned slyly. "But then seeing as how I tend to catch, not pitch, I don't need to be more than average, thanks all the same."

"And how the hell do you know about what women really want, mate? It’s not like your tackle’s ever been near their net, so to speak," Tom snickered. "I'd say Ross would be better off listening to our fearless leader regarding the fairer sex than you."

"Am I wrong?" Jake asked indignantly, shooting a look over his shoulder at Ianto. "Tell me I'm wrong! And for your information, Thomas, it's because I’m not a muff diver that they do tell me about all this shite. I'm 'non-threatening'; you know, just one of the girls so to speak. So bite me, arse!" Jake finished with a huff, which sent Ross into paroxysms of amused laughter.

"Such a fucking queen!" he guffawed as they walked into the command center. "He’s practically rainbow colored!"

"Needs another tiara," Tom snickered, ducking the swing Jake aimed at him. "And you bought the first one!"

"Not getting into this again," Ianto announced to the world at large.

"Chicken shite," Jake groused and then straightened up as he caught Rose glaring at the four of them. "Bugger, she's still in a strop," he muttered quietly, warning the other three. “Better watch yourselves.”

Ross immediately straightened and coughed, hiding his grimace. Sometimes, he thought, just sometimes he wondered if he should try batting for the home team – a lot less mood swings to deal with. But the positives of women always won out over the negatives. But then again... he thought as Rose cleared her throat impatiently.

"If we're done, children?" she asked pointedly, knowing full well the team was the same age as she was. "We have a potential situation which Doc, Jack and I all agree needs closer monitoring…"

"Jack's back?" Jake piped up with a grin, only to shrink back under Rose's glare.

"No, he's hiding somewhere, and Donna won't tell me where, the bloody coward! It's not like he won't recover or anything," she grumbled. "Doc called him to discuss that toy they’re building and got his opinion while he had Jack on the line. And that one's sleeping in the spare room for aiding and abetting the perpetrator of that… rumor!"

"The situation?" Ianto cut in, hoping to forestall another rant.

"There have been small amounts of strange meat showing up in a few local butchers' shops and independent markets. Strange in that we've had it analyzed and have no clue what animal it came from – it has no steroids, none of the standard traces of Earth-based food. It's just… meat. Jack ran into something eerily similar in his own universe, so when Doc mentioned the strange meat, it twigged, and he relayed all the info he could, based on his own experiences. Once I read the report, I had to concur that this had all the earmarks of what his Torchwood dealt with. And this is why we’re now on alert and investigating. Which is where you lot come in. You’re going shopping for groceries. Have fun, lads!" Rose grinned menacingly. "But you may want to not eat at any of the local kebab stands for a while, although it may be a good idea to pick up samples there too, just to see how far this alien meat has infiltrated our food chain.”

"Shopping?" Ianto asked faintly before sighing. "Looks like we might find you another tiara after all, Jake."

"But I order take away all the time!" Jake almost wailed. "I don't know how to shop, let alone cook. Jack does the cooking when we eat in!"

"How positively domestic," Ross sniggered, laughing harder when Jake growled and flipped him off.

"Have fun, boys, civvies over armor and only one concealed weapon," Rose snickered. "Pick me up some chips on your way back in. They'd better be hot or I'll have your balls instead."

Every male in the command center cringed, and Alpha team hurried out in search of alien meat.

***


"So what are we supposed to look for?" Tom asked, "alien cows?"

"No clue." Ianto shrugged as they trooped back in the direction they'd just come, grumbling as they changed back into the clothes they'd just doffed. "Oh, forgot to mention, if Doc asks you to try out a hood for these things, do not do it. He nearly suffocated Gregory yesterday."

"Bloody hell," Ross groaned. "When are we due in Cardiff again? Can we offer to go early and run the hell away?" he asked plaintively, sending the rest of the team into fits of laughter.

"Oh sure, yuck it up, you lot. He likes asking me to help. Every bloody time."

"That's because you can’t tell him no," Ianto pointed out, sending Jake and Tom into fresh bouts of laughter.

"He's a bloody force of nature!" Ross defended. "I'd like to see you actually tell him no when he gets it in his head that you're the perfect person to assist him. I don't know how Rose does it!"

Tom clapped Ross on the shoulder. "It’s because she's more of a man than you," he said seriously before ducking out of the way when Ross rounded on him.

"Bastards, the lot of you. C'mon, we'd best get this shopping excursion over before all the chip shops close and Rose charges us with High Treason or summing.” Oddly enough the thought of cranky Rose without her chips was actually even more terrifying than being voluntold to assist Doc with one of his crazy new toys, Ross thought with a shudder.

The team headed down to the motor pool and into an unmarked SUV, heading out into the London afternoon in search of their target. They returned several hours later, laden with bags full of meat and a wax twist of freshly cooked chips for Rose.

"Nobody mention cravings," Ianto warned as they carried their booty back to the lab via her office.

"Ooooh chips!" Doc grinned as he rounded the corner. "Are those for my darling wife? I'll take them. And never say never where cravings are concerned. I've decided I want to be a father, experience the miracle of life and all that, so it's only a matter of time now," he gleefully informed the Wild Boys. "You're all going to be honorary uncles – or aunties as the case may be. Ross, I need your help with a thing in my lab later if you have time, there's a good man!" And with that Doc grabbed the chips out of Ianto's hand and set off to Rose's office, whistling a jaunty tune.

"Okay, which of you are going to do me a mercy and put a bullet in my leg so I end up in hospital before he can kill me?" Ross whimpered.

"You know, if he wasn't happily married, I’d wonder if he didn’t have a crush on you," Tom snickered.

"Bite your tongue, you twat!" Ross snarled, throwing himself at his friend and beating him about the head in frustration.

Jake, who had a sack of the so-called meat in each hand, leaned against Ianto as he lost all semblance of balance from laughing too hard.

"You could try eating some of this meat," Ianto offered, trying to keep Jake upright and not end up on the floor himself while Tom almost slammed into them, trying to avoid Ross's blows. "Even if it's not the alien stuff, it might make you ill."

"I hate you. I hate you all," Ross growled, picking up his own sack and stalking down the hall to the lab, head in the air and back ramrod straight.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby; you know we love you. In fact, if you're really so desperate for relief, Ianto and I may be persuaded to actually show you!" Jake crowed after him, his laughter doubling as Ross made a rude hand gesture over his shoulder without stopping.

"He's going to find a way to get back at us; you do realize that, don’t you?" Tom asked when they finally recovered enough to start after him.

"If he didn't, we'd be disappointed."

"You ever think that this is Doc's way of getting back at Ross for that time he hit on Rose at the Christmas party last year?" Jake wondered with a grin.

"No bet at all," Ianto laughed. "He just hasn’t twigged to it."

"Well, he was completely soused at the time. I was afraid he'd come down with alcohol poisoning," Tom laughed. "As it was, he was puking his guts out for days after the fact. And all because that tart he fancied himself in love with turned out to be an alien sex vampire or something."

"That was one time he should have been glad to have blue balls," Jake put in.

"And to think that people accuse you of being led around by your dick and being attracted to anything that had one. At least you never made out with a glowing blue half fish woman who made you think she was a busty blonde," Tom sniggered.

"C'mon, Tommy, you know Jake doesn’t have anything to do with fish of any kind," Ianto said before gently pushing the other two into the lab where Ross waited, his expression saying he was plainly plotting something.

Tom burst into gales of laughter. "Well, he does like 'eel', you have to admit," he fired back.

"The only fish I touch is the tuna I feed my nan's pussy," Jake retorted with a sinister chuckle as all three man began to convulse in disgust.

"You know what, after that, I think I am going to go offer to help Doc. Dying can’t be any worse than listening to you lot !" Ross exclaimed.

"Oh, Ross, you know you can't we can't hide our secret love anymore," Jake gushed melodramatically as he threw himself into Ross' arms, simpering and fluttering his eyelashes.

"Well, if you don't want the eternal stud muffin, I'll be more than happy to take him off your hands," Donna said from the doorway, her eyes dancing with amusement at the antics of her 'boys'. "He keeps offering himself to me, but I've resisted for Rupesh's sake. However, Ru and I had an interesting conversation last night about threesomes…" she trailed off with a satisfied smirk as all four men made sour milk faces.

"C'mon, you lot, let the techies do their work; Rose wants to see you in her office. She wants you in Cardiff early."

Ross pushed Jake away, cuffing him on the back of the head even as he breathed a sigh of relief at dodging the proverbial bullet of helping Doc out in his lab.

"Any idea why?" Ianto asked, managing to put himself between his teammates who seemed determined to engage in a slap fight, one he joined in the moment he caught a glancing blow on his ear.

"Apparently most of the teams come down with something after ordering a Massive Meat Pizza from a local pizzeria which just happens to get their meat from the supplier we’re investigating for alien meat," Donna sighed. "Bloody idiots. Siobahn called it in this morning. She was off duty last night, and her partner had come up for the night, so she’s still all right, luckily, and has decided to give vegetarianism a go again for some reason,” the redhead sniggered. “Anyhow, Dr. Jones and her team are on their way up there right now to assess and evac to a Torchwood affiliate hospital if need be."

"So you mean there's no active team up there?" Ianto asked, his brow furrowing at the same time the others went alert.

"We have someone up there taking care of the fieldwork while Siobahn monitors the Rift and her teammates; if anything urgent comes up or requires more than one person to handle it, you'll be flown up, but for now we'd rather keep you here until Dr. Jones and her team do a full biological and toxicological and give the Hub building a green light for re-entry," Donna replied rather cagily as she led them into the express elevator to the administrative offices.

"It's bad meat; they've cordoned off the whole building for that?" Ross asked, and Tom sighed.

"And if the reason they're sick is because the meat's infected with parasites or larvae or something of that sort?"

"You mean like that movie where that creature planted eggs in people's stomachs and then they hatched by exploding out of their chests?" Jake asked.

"Oi! There's a lady present; watch what you talk about – dis-gus-ting!" Donna shrieked.

"Are my eardrums bleeding?" Ianto asked as they entered Rose's office to find her eating her chips and reading a report.

"Why would your ears be bleeding?" Rose asked, bringing a ketchup-saturated chip up to her mouth absently. "And what did you do to Doc, Ross, to make him want to turn you into his permanent guinea pig for experiments? He actually suggested that I make it part of your performance plan next review period."

"Jake made Donna shriek," Ianto explained as Ross shrank in on himself, shaking his head in abject terror. "And I think you just broke Ross, Rose; that wasn't very nice."

"I was being serious. He just left, said he was tired of having to track Ross down all the time and that I should just make it part of his job spec. I, of course, informed him that it was a waste of a field agent and that he really should find someone else to help him, and he walked out sulking and muttering about hands needing to stay with their owners and not with other people's posteriors or something to that effect," Rose replied, knowing full well the reason why Doc wanted to have Ross under his thumb. It had been a pleasant reminder that her husband was well and truly human, because as far as Rose knew Time Lords didn't get jealous.

"Glad to hear it because I just got him trained, and it would be a pain in the arse to go through it again," Ianto chuckled. "So, I hear Delta ate something bad, and we're moving up early."

"The bloody scanner didn’t trip, nor did the fools bother to run a bioscan on their pizza despite the fact that I specifically warned them about the possibility of alien meat floating about. Why do you think I'm having chips for dinner – at least I know where they came from!" Rose groused. "It's also why the canteen is serving fish and chips and veg curry today."

"Either way, they've eaten what is most definitely some form of alien flesh – preliminary lab results from the samples you brought in, it didn’t take long to confirm that whatever creature it is, it’s not from around here. The team’s going to one of our quarantine areas for observation as soon as Martha okays it; Siobahn’s going with, obviously. Luckily, we've got a man in Cardiff right now with experience enough to handle anything short of a full scale invasion by himself. So while you’ll need to go up earlier than planned, you don’t need to go up right this instant. Martha figures tomorrow will be soon enough; she should have completed the decontamination process by then. Of course, you’ll need to remain on standby just in case something requiring more than one person to handle crops up. He may be damned good at what he does, but he has yet to figure out how to clone himself – thank God – so he can’t be everywhere at once, yeah?”

Ianto's eyes narrowed slightly at the last comment, but he kept his mouth shut, listening and nodding, the others growing serious as well. "So we'll pack up and be ready to roll when we get the green light."

"Right then," Donna took that moment to bustle into the office and place a large stack of papers requiring signature in front of Rose. "Local hospitals have been warned; we've people on the way to the shops with the tainted meat in order to close them down for Mad Cow – BBC is issuing a statement for a meat recall on all their stations and that anyone who bought meat from the shops with our alien mutton, or whatever, are being told to report to our alerted hospitals.

"There are Torchwood doctors at each of the hospitals, each with a supply of Retcon just in case things start to look dicey. After all, it's one thing to know about aliens, and it's another thing to have eaten one. Isn't that right, Ross?" Donna smirked before getting back to business. "You need to sign all of those where the colored tabs indicate, and you need to brief the President in an hour. A car's waiting downstairs; John’s gone to fetch one of your power suits; and this lot has to be out of here in twenty minutes so you can get dressed and put some make up on. Any questions?"

Ross raised a hand and, at Rose's impatient look, swallowed. "So this means I don’t have to help Doc, right?"

***

Jack sat behind the large chrome and glass desk that looked out through the floor to ceiling polymer coated glass windows, enjoying both the silence and the view. Cardiff Bay was to the left of the office and the Millennium Centre to the right, and both looked exactly as they had in his universe. It was not his Hub, for which he was grateful, but oddly enough it still felt the same, to be here in Cardiff, behind a desk, guarding the Rift. What was it Jake had told him that first night? A little bit off but not odd. Yeah, that pretty much described where Jack's head was right now – a little bit off but not odd.

The scary thing was – he actually missed this. And he was oh so tempted to just take over here, but… he'd been given a new start, and he wasn't going to make the same mistakes again. He'd gotten too full of himself here at the Hub with no one to answer to, far too cocksure and full of his own invulnerability. No, Jack wasn't going down that road again. He'd wait until the replacement team got here, stay for a few days to lend a hand if necessary and then go home to London and back to the safety of Doc's lab and contemplate the offer that Rose and John had put before him.

"Dibs on the top bunk!" The laughing shout echoed through the entrance area below as four forms dressed in black fatigues carried their gear inside.

"Christ, not with the way you smell after a veg curry," another groaned. "And that's all we're going to be eating until they get this meat thing resolved."

"Yeah, but there's shite all we can do about it here; the distribution point's in London."

Jack slid his feet from the top of the desk to the floor, the chair he'd been leaning back in returning to its proper ninety degree angle as he stood and stretched, a small chuckle escaping at the antics of the newcomers. It was impossible not to recognize Jake's voice, which meant that Ianto's 'Wild Boys' had finally arrived to take up the rest of Delta Team’s tour.

Feeling a small resurgence of his former mischievous ways, Jack sauntered over to the railing and, leaning on the railing to watch the reactions, called out, "You're more than welcome to bunk with me, Jake, but seeing as how you're on duty, and your team lead may have issue with that."

"If it'll keep the rest of us from smelling him after that curry, you're welcome to him," Ianto called up, surprise at Jack's attitude evident in his tone.

"Please, take him," Tom begged, at which Jake nodded.

"Yes, take me – ow!" The last was added when Ross elbowed him in the ribs.

"Work first."

"A great man from my universe once said all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Jack chuckled. "But, er, Ross is it? Is right. Stow your gear and meet me up here in fifteen so I can brief you.

"Oh, the one who's engaged to Dr. Martha Jones...? Milligan, correct? She left you a care package. Didn't ask, don't want to know. She also left a list of 'safe' restaurants after taking great care to inform me of the complete neglect the lot of you have for maintaining a healthy diet."

"Are you sure he can't take me?" Jake muttered while the other men whooped at the mention of the safe list. "Seriously, I get shivery when he gets all large and in charge that way."

"I could send you home," Ianto threatened, knowing there would be no end to the complaining until Jake had gotten his rocks off.

"Just because you had a hot date you had to cancel out on doesn't mean I should have to go without too," Jake groused. "Besides – he's hot. C'mon, Ianto, don't be a killjoy."

Jack came back to the railing and looked down at the still loitering team. "You now have twelve of your fifteen minutes left," he said mildly, consulting a silver stopwatch that was, along with his greatcoat, his most prized possession.

Good natured grumbling greeted that comment as the four men carried their gear beck toward the living quarters, Jake looking up at Jack and winking as they left. They were back with thirty seconds to spare, Tom grinning from ear to ear at something he'd found in the bunk he habitually used.

They climbed the stairs and arranged themselves around the desk Jack had been using, for the moment mostly attentively serious.

"Okay, so here's what I know from my own experiences with a similar situation, and here's what we're going to do about it," Jack informed them before launching into a long and detailed story about his own encounter with a similar entity, a huge feeling of déjà vu washing over him as he did so.

Comments

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100px_x_100px
Nov. 9th, 2009 02:19 am (UTC)
The stopwatch!!!!!!!!!!!

I can hardly wait to see what Tom found and see what develops in Cardiff.

This is the best AU I've ever read.
rina_angyl
Nov. 9th, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
Hehe - the stopwatch had to come with Jack. It's one of his most prized possessions, along with his great coat ;-) But you'll just have to wait and see what happens next.

Rina, our beta Orithain and are all in various stages of sick so it may take some time before the next part comes out but rest assured it's coming!

And thanks so much for the amazing compliment - I think it's safe to say Rina will be as thrilled as I am to hear you think we're a great AU.

Keep reading!

Angyl~
traciaknows
Nov. 9th, 2009 03:14 am (UTC)
Nice update! I can't wait to see more.
rina_angyl
Nov. 9th, 2009 03:18 am (UTC)
Thanks so much!

More is on the way but it may be a little delayed as Rina, our beta Orithain, and myself have all succumbed to the flu. Hell, we went down like dominos - first Ori, then me, and now Rina. So more is coming but it may take us a while as we reccuperate.
doves_wing
Nov. 9th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
I've been searching for updates on this for days XD

This is one of the better AUs I've read. It's brilliant. It had me laughing so, so hard, especially at Jake. I'd like to think this is how he'd be if the Cyberman war hadn't made him quite so... scarred, I suppose. Really funny. Can't wait to see where this goes.
rina_angyl
Nov. 9th, 2009 12:40 pm (UTC)
Isn't Jake a riot? But he has his moments. He is the same Jake who survived the Cyberman war - he's just had time to heal and he's found a new cause to believe in thanks to Rose.

Glad you're liking the series!
owensheart
Nov. 9th, 2009 09:14 am (UTC)
OOOOH the stopwatch IANTO's stopwatch.

I wander if Our Jack and Thier Ianto.......

I jult love how this ianto talkes and acts, so diferent from the IAnto we know and love.

more soon please
rina_angyl
Nov. 9th, 2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
Ahh the power of the stopwatch! There was no way Jack was leaving that behind!

Rina came up with a damned sexy Jones, didn't she? All hail the Rina - she rocks! (And Jack is more than happy to play with him - bwahahaha!)
rina9294
Nov. 9th, 2009 09:13 pm (UTC)
Oh as if your Jack doesn;t rock just as hard! Now if we could all get healthy enough to edit more....
av_chick
Nov. 9th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
OMG the Stopwatch! I had to keep from squeeking when I read that. One of the problems with reading at work. Loving it so far! Can't wait for the next chapter!!
rina_angyl
Nov. 9th, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
Gotta love Angyl for working it in there and she came up with an excellent reason for it not being blown up with the Hub as well

So glad you're enjoying it - just be careful of those evil bosses - and I love your quote, that's my favorite part of any of the radio plays... Mmmm need to go listen to The Dead Line again...
nicolec78
Nov. 13th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC)
This is a wonderful story!! Can't wait for the next installment.
rina_angyl
Nov. 14th, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! More is coming soon, in fact I'm formatting it now...
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