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)
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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Rhys felt nervous, anxious and scared. Ianto seemed to be calm and collected while he worked on solving the mystery of Jack and Gwen's disappearance and that started to really piss Rhys off. He paced from the couch to the water tower, to the armoury and then to look over Ianto's shoulder, just to head back to the couch again. Finally, he asked, ”Aren't you worried?”
Ianto spun on the desk chair to look at Rhys with his eyebrows raised. ”Of course I am,” he answered calmly, ”but I need to stay focused. It wouldn't help Jack or Gwen if I panic.”
Rhys sighed, reluctantly seeing Ianto's point. ”Right. Where are we at?” he asked, putting a hand on Ianto's shoulder in apology.
Ianto nodded at him. ”Their mobiles are still being traced. Of course, it could lead to nothing since they're not exactly in our dimension anymore.”
”But it must be a good sign that the trace is still working, right?” Rhys asked.
”Probably.” Ianto pointed at the map on the screen, currently displaying satellite images of America. ”Currently, the trace seems to be pointing towards the USA.”
”Yeah, somewhere in South Dakota, Nebraska or Wyoming.” He sighed and turned to another screen showing a text with too many complicated words thrown in for Rhys to understand. ”As for the device … I'm trying to find a way to bring them back but apparently, we never learned much about how exactly it works. We could use Tosh right about now.” He paused, looking sad, and ran a hand through his short hair.
Rhys swallowed. An uncomfortable silence settled over them while Ianto continued reading through the notes and Rhys just stood there, feeling useless. ”How about dinner?” he finally asked. ”Hungry?”
Ianto glanced at him. ”Not really.”
”You must eat. I haven't seen you have anything since breakfast and that was ten hours ago. I'm starving.”
”I can't eat.”
Rhys remembered Gwen telling him that Ianto tended to neglect eating when stressed. He squared his shoulders, knowing she would kill him if he'd let Ianto get away with it. Not to mention that Jack would probably stand second in line. ”Well, you'll have to,” he said. ”I'm getting pizza.”
Without waiting for an answer, he left.
“Okay, what just happened?” Pete asked, staring at the space where Claudia and Artie had been just a minute ago.
Myka opened her mouth to answer, but she didn't know what to say. They'd just vanished, their already fading imprints gone altogether.
Pete switched the Durational Spectrometer off, looking at the others questioningly.
Leena crossed her arms. ”What did Artie say this artefact is?”
”Ariadne's thread,” Pete answered. ”At least, that's what I could read from his lips. But since their images were fading, I don't know if I got it quite right.”
Myka replied, ”No, I think you did. I know Ariadne.”
”'Course you do,” Pete said and rolled his eyes at Steve. “There's nothing book store girl doesn't know.”
Myka frowned at him disapprovingly, but she refrained from saying anything. It would only lead to childish bickering and while Pete liked to get concern and stress out of his system that way, Myka didn't.
Leena sighed. ”I'll go see what I can find out about the thread from our database,” she said and hurried back the long distance towards the office.
Pete looked after her. ”Okay ... what do we do?”
Myka shrugged, a bit insecure herself. She felt useless. Usually, she was able to handle unexpected problems a lot better, but this was hard. Artie was their source for information, the guy they called when they didn't know what to do. And all of them had a soft spot for Claudia. This had happened within the safe walls of the Warehouse. That in itself was nothing new, but it was the first time they really didn't have Artie's knowledge of the Warehouse to call upon. The problems caused by artefacts within these walls were often even more unique and harder to handle than the ones caused by artefacts outside. Myka's hand found its way into her curly hair, starting to wrap one strand around her index finger nervously. ”Mrs. Frederick would know what to do.”
Steve suggested, ”Let's think like Mrs. Frederick then.” He put his hands on his hips. Myka could see that he was just as tense as her and Pete. He hadn't been part of the team for very long but she'd noticed the way he and Claudia had gravitated towards each other from day one. He had to be as worried as the rest of them.
”Right,” Myka replied with a nod. ”What would Mrs. Frederick do?”
Pete grimaced. ”Materialize behind us to scare the crap out of us.”
”I will pretend not to have heard that,” somebody said behind them and they whirled around. Mrs. Frederick was standing there, her dark hair in the usual, strict style and her face set in a neutral mask. The pink costume she wore and the pearl necklace made her look like a particularly disapproving aunt.
Pete let out a startled breath. ”Good ... Jesus! How do you do that?!”
Mrs. Frederick raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at that.
Pete gave an embarrassed smile. ”Looking good there. Did you lose weight?”
”Agent Lattimer, are you suggesting I should?” Mrs. Frederick asked.
Pete took a subtle step to the side to stand behind Myka. She knew that he was a bit intimated by the Warehouse's caretaker. Her penchant for just appearing and disappearing out of thin air had even Artie a bit unsettled. But while she seemed strict and hard at first glance, Myka knew that she was in fact quite a warm and charming person, intelligent and dedicated to the Warehouse. Aside from that, they didn't know much about her and nothing at all about her private life. Pete had once run a search on her with Claudia, the both of them insatiable in their curiosity. Pete had been convinced for about a week that he'd found her on an old photograph showing a college rowing team for African-American women, but it had been Mrs. Frederick herself who'd informed him that she had certainly never even touched a row. Their search had ceased with that reprimand.
Mrs. Frederick's dark eyes found Myka's and she unconsciously straightened her shoulders. She had the deepest respect for Mrs. Frederick, as did everyone else. Mrs. Frederick raised an eyebrow. ”You should have informed me of the situation sooner.”
”We're sorry,” Myka said. ”I guess we were waiting until we had something to report.”
”Ariadne's Thread is 'something',” Mrs. Frederick answered.
Steve narrowed his eyes. ”What do you know about it?”
”Not a lot. It was a legend. For a while, we weren't sure that it even really existed.”
Pete replied, ”Well, it does and it took Artie and Claudia.”
”I'm well aware of that, Agent Lattimer,” Mrs. Frederick said and he shrunk back behind Myka. Mrs. Frederick turned back to her. ”In Artie's absence, you will be in charge.”
”Hey, why her?” Pete asked. ”I've been here longer.”
Myka turned to him, incredulous. ”We were hired at the same time.”
”You took a break not too long ago. Remember? That's why we took the puppy in.” Pete tilted his head towards Steve at that.
Steve crossed his arms, his face darkening. ”Puppy?”
”Agent Lattimer,” Mrs. Frederick said, ”the Regents want Agent Bering to be in charge, so she is in charge.” Myka swallowed. The Regents were the management behind the Warehouse and not to be disobeyed. They didn't know too much about them, either. Just that they were people coming from various social, cultural and religious backgrounds and that they knew a lot more than any Warehouse Agent. Even Artie.
Steve turned to Mrs. Frederick. ”Do you know anything about how the thread could affect Artie and Claudia?”
”We know that it doesn't hurt them, but wherever it took them, they could get hurt there. Or even die.”
Pete sighed. ”Great. No pressure then.”
Myka decided to ask Mrs. Frederick what she would suggest their first move should be, but when between the blink of an eye she had gone.
Steve gaped. ”How did she ...”
”You get used to it,” Pete replied.
”Artie said that about your jokes,” Steve said and turned away to head towards the office. ”I'm still waiting!”
“That's a joke, right?” Rhys asked, staring at the satellite image where a small, blinking dot signalled the position of Jack and Gwen's mobiles. ”That's the middle of nowhere.” It was wasteland, to be exact. The Badlands in South Dakota. Rhys wasn't happy.
”I don't think it's a joke,” Ianto answered and opened another program. ”You see?” he asked. Rhys looked at the readings. He didn't see it, but he trusted that Ianto was right, so he nodded, while Ianto continued, ”I get strange energy readings from there. The same ones we got here when Jack and Gwen vanished. Readings form a transdimensional transporter.” He grabbed the phone.
”What now?” Rhys asked.
”Somebody at UNIT owes me a favour.”
Rhys's eyes widened. ”You think it's got something to do with the military?”
”No, but the person who owes me favour could have somebody else owing her a favour … and that could give us an answer.”
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