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Ariadne's Thread 1/15

Word Count: ~ 31.000
Summary: An accident in the archives lands Torchwood agents Jack and Gwen in an alternate dimension, where they unexpectedly meet the Warehouse 13 agents Artie and Claudia, swept away by an artefact as well. To survive, the two organisations need to join forces: Ianto and Rhys travel to South Dakota while the castaways try to outrun a deadly enemy.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Claudia Donovan, Arthur Nielsen, Ianto Jones, Steve Jinks, Rhys Williams, Myka Bering, Pete Lattimer, Leena, Mrs. Frederick, Trailer, OCs
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Pete/Kelly Hernandez (hinted), Artie/Vanessa Calder (hinted)
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Something Borrowed, Exit Wounds / Doctor Who: The Sound Of Drums
Setting: after Exit Wounds
Crossover: Warehouse 13
Crossover-Setting: after Lovesick
Crossover-Spoilers: The New Guy, Lovesick
Warnings: Mention of canon character deaths, language
Contains: Canon slash
Author's Note: This is quite literally a product of a dream I had. And then I thought that those two shows wouldn't make a bad match. And so, this happened.
Beta: larsinger29 and EmrysofWriting, thank you. :)
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-shows Torchwood and Warehouse 13 and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

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“We need to get the archives sorted,” Jack said with his mouth full of roll. Gwen pulled a disgusted face. Jack was charming, handsome and generally a gentleman … but he had no table manners. And if Ianto was to be believed, his manners in bed were even worse. Even though Ianto also always had that Cheshire Cat grin on his face when he made hints like that. Jack must be a fantastic lover – manners or not. ”The bombs caused some minor tremors ...” Jack paused for a second, maybe caught in a sudden memory of Tosh and Owen, then he went on, “... and the shelves – well I think some of them were standing there way past what their extended warranty covered. They collapsed. It's a mess down there.”

Rhys leaned back in his chair. ”It's the archives. Aren't archives always a mess?”

Ianto's look should have dropped him dead. ”Not my archives.”

Rhys raised his hands in defence.

Gwen asked, ”So that's what we do today? Sort out the archives?”

Jack nodded. ”Yes. And we should make use of Rhys being here. We go in teams of two – Gwen and me, Rhys and Ianto. We start by sorting through the artefacts, see if something's broken.”

Rhys looked at Gwen. ”Very exciting job,” he said sarcastically.

”Oi!” Gwen smacked his arm.


Rhys didn't like the archives. They were lit by harsh-lighted bulbs, moist in some corners and smelled of moss and paper that was decades old. The rows of shelves held all the proof he would ever need to know that Cardiff wasn't just any normal city. And the main room, where he worked with Ianto, was huge, full of threatening shadows. What if something had escaped during the explosions that had rocked the city? What if it was waiting for them down here?

Hastily, he distracted himself by picking up one of the cardboard boxes that had fallen from the shelves. He saw heavy crates lying on the floor further back in the room, buried under the shelves that had once held them. His eyes found Ianto who was busy checking a device that looked like an iron but could in fact be some kind of weapon. “How are you doing?” Rhys asked, just for the sake of making a noise in this too quiet room.

Ianto looked at him for a second, then carefully placed the device back in the little crate it had been stored in, taking care that it was surrounded by filling material before closing the lid. ”Fine.”

”I mean ...” Rhys faltered, unsure how to voice his concern. Ianto was a closed-off one. Rhys was never sure how to approach him. He didn't carry his heart on his sleeve and his face never gave away his feelings. The first and last time he'd seen him anywhere close to sadness had been during Toshiko's funeral. It had also been one of the rare times he and Jack engaged in public displays of affection. Ianto had clutched Jack's hand and turned to hide his face against Jack's shoulder – just for a few seconds. Jack had cried openly. He was easier, in a way, carrying his emotions around like badges. Not only the good ones, either – the flirting with Ianto or Gwen, the casual touches he bestowed on them, the laughter and grins – but also his negative ones. Gwen had told Rhys once that Jack sometimes scared her. “It's like he doesn't care, he can be so cruel. And I don't know how he does it because I know that he's probably the one caring the most.”

Somehow, even though they were so different or maybe because of it, the relationship between Jack and Ianto worked. They kept it between themselves most of the time, professional during working hours and private after, but whenever they met up, it was obvious that they loved each other without them exchanging grand gestures.

Ianto's voice pulled him back to the present. ”I know what you mean.”

Rhys swallowed. ”I'm really sorry for your loss.”

”You already said that – this is the third time in fact – but thank you.”

”I'm just glad …” He paused and Ianto looked as if he didn't want to have this conversation. Rhys went on regardless. ”I'm just glad that it wasn't Gwen who … died. This sounds so mean but …”

”It's understandable that you're relieved, Rhys. Don't worry.” Ianto gave him a small smile that lacked any real emotion.

Rhys nodded. ”You must be as well. With Jack still here.”

”He died.” Ianto's smile turned sad. ”He went through a lot and died. Only he got up again.”

”Must be reassuring, having an immortal lover.” Rhys had intended for it to be light-hearted, but halfway through the sentence, he realized that it was anything but.

”Not really.” Ianto shook his head. ”Sometimes I think … it should have been me. Instead of Tosh. Instead of Owen.” His eyes got a far-away look. ”Should have been me.” He sighed.

Carefully, Rhys replied, ”Jack would grieve.”

”Jack would get over it.” Ianto met Rhys's eyes. ”That's what life's about. Getting over grief. He lost lovers before. He will lose me.” He left Rhys standing there, wishing he'd never asked.


All rooms of the Torchwood archives had been hit by the tremors but this one was in a worse state than the others. Gwen sighed deeply, taking in the crates, boxes and alien artefacts littering the concrete floor, pushed out of their proper places in the shelves. The room was small, there was only one lamp hanging from the ceiling and the light was flickering. “This is a mess,” Gwen said quietly.

”It is,” Jack replied with a nod, his hands on his hips. He was wearing his vintage military coat and Gwen wished she would have thought of her leather jacket to wear over her thin t-shirt. It was rather chilly down here. She figured she could always ask Jack to borrow his coat if she got too cold. After all, he was a man who loved to dress like he was living in the 40s – hadn't the men been chivalrous back then? Sometimes she wondered if he missed that decade and was still dressing like that because of that. Or maybe he did it because he looked plain gorgeous in it. He grinned brightly at her. ”We'll get it cleaned up, though. As good as new.”

”I wasn't just talking about the archives,” Gwen replied. She sighed and picked up the first thing she could reach. It was a statue made of some kind of metal. On a base, two horns like those from a bull were sitting. ”This looks like it belongs into a museum, not here.”

Jack nodded and took a closer look at the statue. ”I remember those. I collected them ...” He thought back. ”Must have been 1974. People vanished in a museum and there were strange readings coming up on UNIT's radar. They investigated it, couldn't find a thing, and called us in when it happened again and again. We determined that the horns were causing it, so we took them in. They gathered dust until Tosh took an interest a few years ago. Better diagnostic devices than forty years ago mixed with Tosh's genius and – bang! – we knew what had been going on back then.” He made her wait for it with an excited smile and she didn't have the heart to disappoint him, staring at him eagerly. He stepped closer and pointed at the horns. “These things send people into another dimension. I had never seen one of these before or I would have known sooner, but I heard about them when I was younger. They were used for entertainment.”

”Entertainment?” Gwen asked. ”How?”

”You have the telly; some alien species have the horns. The dimension created by them is artificial. They fill it with something dangerous and a few contestants and then they watch what happens.”

Gwen stared at him. ”A game show?”

Wipe Out,” Jack said with a nod, ”'til death.”

Gwen gulped and stared at the horns. ”The people who vanished back then ...”

”No idea what happened to them. Maybe we'll find out one day.”

Gwen wrapped her fingers around one of the horns, stroking the material. ”It's like steel.”

Jack reached out a hand, touching the other horn. ”Probably is. There are many planets that ...” He stopped.


Jack's other hand touched the horn as well, his face focused and tense. ”It's warming up.”

Gwen looked at the horns when a low humming noise started to sound. Jack grabbed the horns from her and set them on a nearby shelf. ”Oh, no.” He tapped his comm link and stepped back, pulling Gwen with him. ”Ianto, the horns activated.” A blinding light encompassed them and they were stumbling through the mess on the floor by now, trying to reach the door. Gwen heard Jack yell, ”1974, 2006, Toshiko!”

And then everything went black.

Chapter Two
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( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 21st, 2013 08:03 pm (UTC)
Lovely to see a new story from you! I don't know Warehouse 13 very well, I've watched maybe three episodes. Still it doesn't matter so far.. I was reading this chapter and thinking "don't touch the horns, you are crazy touching those horns." Honestly why do people always do that?

Can't wait to see what's happened, poor wee Ianto left with Rhys.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 05:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Apr. 22nd, 2013 03:08 am (UTC)
I look forward to reading this. And yay for a Torchwood/Warehouse 13 crossover. I'm surprised there aren't more since both shows seem so ripe for it.
Apr. 22nd, 2013 05:44 pm (UTC)
I think so, too. :)
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