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Rating:PG (swearing and innuendo)
Summary: A mishap with technology has led to a major problem. And it couldn't come at a worse time. Crossover with Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who. I don't even come close.
AN: Yes, this has been done countless times and I couldn't resist.
"Ianto, there is a child crying into the earpieces," Jack pointed out.
"Yes, Captain Obvious, I didn't notice." Ianto pulled up the map with the marked earpieces on them. "It's not yours, so it must be Owen's. He was on the second floor, five doors on the left when you get up the stairs."
"Don't think I didn't notice the sarcasm and the Obvious comment. We'll take care of that after Gwen and Owen goes home." Jack heard Ianto's husky reply, but he failed to register it as he looked in the room. Jeans and boxers were in a bundle on the floor. Jack moved into the room to see better. A small whimpering brought his attention to one of the desks in the room. A small head of hair could be seen just over the top.
Jack approached carefully, whispering, "Hey, are you all right, little guy?" A little more of the head stuck out, showing wide brown eyes before hiding back again. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay. What's your name?"
"O-owen." The eyes came back out, staring at Jack.
"Hello, Owen, my name's Jack. Are you okay?" He took a step forward.
"Why am I here? Did Mummy leave me again?"
"No, no, Mummy didn't leave you. How old are you?" He was about a foot away. He was only wearing a vintage t-shirt. The leather jacket laid behind him.
"Almost five."
"Okay, Owen, would you like to come with me?"
"I want Mummy."
"Your Mummy isn't here. She told us to pick you up." He didn't like how easy the lie was coming off his tongue.
"Who are you? You're not a PC."
"I don't work with the police; I'm higher than the police." Owen came out a little further. The shoes that were now too big were still on his feet. The earpiece dangled away from his inner ear. "Hey, can I have what's on your ear?" He took it off and held his hand out. Jack shut it off before putting it in a pocket.
"Where's my Mummy?" Tears that had welled up started to leak out.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Your mum went off to take care of a friend." Jack picked him up and got him out of the shoes. Owen stiffened and started to cry more. "It's okay. You're safe," he whispered, rubbing his back lightly. He was turning slightly when he saw Ianto step lightly into the room.
"Oh dear," he mouthed. He quickly gathered the clothes in the middle of the room before heading over to them.
"Do we have anything that we can put him in?" Jack mouthed back, still rubbing his back.
"We have some child clothes in case one came through the rift. I'll see if they're still there." He grabbed the shoes and leather jacket before heading out.
"Okay, buddy, let's go outside, okay?" he asked, looking down. Owen nodded a couple of times, settled on Jack's shoulder He carefully took the stairs down to the SUV. Outside, Owen was taking in the new sights and hid his face against Jack's shoulder, whimpering a little more. "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Where are we? Is it London?"
"No, it's not London."
"Mummy doesn't know anyone outside of London."
"Someone she knew from London moved here, Okay?" Owen nodded against his shoulder. Ianto was at the back, pulling out a plain white shirt and jeans. "Hey, look at that, we've got some clothes for you." He placed him carefully on the lowest box. He dislodged the arms from his neck to have them cling to his breeches. After a few minutes of coaxing, they were able to get him to let go and change into the other clothes. The remaining shirt went into the bag. There were no shoes, so they decided to stop at the local shop for a pair.
They were back at the Hub when he noticed the Police Box standing very near the lift. Owen had fallen asleep on the way back with one hand on a breech and another on the arm Jack had circling him. "Ianto, go on in before me."
"What about..." He nodded at Owen.
"I don't think he's letting go anytime soon. I'll just take him with me." He shifted him a little to carry him better. The only movement was a twisting of the head to gain a better position. He walked slowly over to the door, knocking twice.
A head of manic hair popped out. Eyes framed by a pair of rectangular frames widen at the site. "Jack! Good to see you as always. Who's that?"
"This is Owen."
"Isn't Owen close to thirty?"
"He was de-aged and we don't know how."
"Ah, well it looks like I dropped in at the right time then."
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Summary: A mishap with technology has led to a major problem. And it couldn't come at a worse time. Crossover with Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who. I don't even come close.
AN: Yes, this has been done countless times and I couldn't resist.
"Ianto, there is a child crying into the earpieces," Jack pointed out.
"Yes, Captain Obvious, I didn't notice." Ianto pulled up the map with the marked earpieces on them. "It's not yours, so it must be Owen's. He was on the second floor, five doors on the left when you get up the stairs."
"Don't think I didn't notice the sarcasm and the Obvious comment. We'll take care of that after Gwen and Owen goes home." Jack heard Ianto's husky reply, but he failed to register it as he looked in the room. Jeans and boxers were in a bundle on the floor. Jack moved into the room to see better. A small whimpering brought his attention to one of the desks in the room. A small head of hair could be seen just over the top.
Jack approached carefully, whispering, "Hey, are you all right, little guy?" A little more of the head stuck out, showing wide brown eyes before hiding back again. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay. What's your name?"
"O-owen." The eyes came back out, staring at Jack.
"Hello, Owen, my name's Jack. Are you okay?" He took a step forward.
"Why am I here? Did Mummy leave me again?"
"No, no, Mummy didn't leave you. How old are you?" He was about a foot away. He was only wearing a vintage t-shirt. The leather jacket laid behind him.
"Almost five."
"Okay, Owen, would you like to come with me?"
"I want Mummy."
"Your Mummy isn't here. She told us to pick you up." He didn't like how easy the lie was coming off his tongue.
"Who are you? You're not a PC."
"I don't work with the police; I'm higher than the police." Owen came out a little further. The shoes that were now too big were still on his feet. The earpiece dangled away from his inner ear. "Hey, can I have what's on your ear?" He took it off and held his hand out. Jack shut it off before putting it in a pocket.
"Where's my Mummy?" Tears that had welled up started to leak out.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Your mum went off to take care of a friend." Jack picked him up and got him out of the shoes. Owen stiffened and started to cry more. "It's okay. You're safe," he whispered, rubbing his back lightly. He was turning slightly when he saw Ianto step lightly into the room.
"Oh dear," he mouthed. He quickly gathered the clothes in the middle of the room before heading over to them.
"Do we have anything that we can put him in?" Jack mouthed back, still rubbing his back.
"We have some child clothes in case one came through the rift. I'll see if they're still there." He grabbed the shoes and leather jacket before heading out.
"Okay, buddy, let's go outside, okay?" he asked, looking down. Owen nodded a couple of times, settled on Jack's shoulder He carefully took the stairs down to the SUV. Outside, Owen was taking in the new sights and hid his face against Jack's shoulder, whimpering a little more. "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Where are we? Is it London?"
"No, it's not London."
"Mummy doesn't know anyone outside of London."
"Someone she knew from London moved here, Okay?" Owen nodded against his shoulder. Ianto was at the back, pulling out a plain white shirt and jeans. "Hey, look at that, we've got some clothes for you." He placed him carefully on the lowest box. He dislodged the arms from his neck to have them cling to his breeches. After a few minutes of coaxing, they were able to get him to let go and change into the other clothes. The remaining shirt went into the bag. There were no shoes, so they decided to stop at the local shop for a pair.
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They were back at the Hub when he noticed the Police Box standing very near the lift. Owen had fallen asleep on the way back with one hand on a breech and another on the arm Jack had circling him. "Ianto, go on in before me."
"What about..." He nodded at Owen.
"I don't think he's letting go anytime soon. I'll just take him with me." He shifted him a little to carry him better. The only movement was a twisting of the head to gain a better position. He walked slowly over to the door, knocking twice.
A head of manic hair popped out. Eyes framed by a pair of rectangular frames widen at the site. "Jack! Good to see you as always. Who's that?"
"This is Owen."
"Isn't Owen close to thirty?"
"He was de-aged and we don't know how."
"Ah, well it looks like I dropped in at the right time then."
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