jolinarjackson (jolinarjackson) wrote,

Torchwood / Warehouse 13: Ariadne's Thread 6/15 (Fanfiction)

Ariadne's Thread 6/15

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.

Chapter Five
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It was a sound Steve didn't know – a high ring, almost like that of an old-fashioned phone. They looked at each other questioningly and then at the black phone standing at the very edge of Artie's desk. It was dusty and though old, looked as good as new which was probably down to them usually using their Farnsworths and mobiles. Steve hadn't heard the phone ringing since he'd started working here. He hadn't even been sure that it worked.

They looked at one another again.

”Wow,” Pete finally said, ”that never rings.”

”Well, should we answer it?” Steve asked.

Nobody answered. The phone stopped ringing.

Pete shrugged. ”Problem solved.”

The phone started ringing again.

”Okay,” Steve said. ”This is ridiculous. It's just a phone.” He paused, though, before touching it and looked at Leena questioningly. ”Right?”

She crossed her arms and nodded. ”Right.” She was unsure, though. He could see it in her eyes.

Steve let out a long breath, cleared his throat and answered the phone. ”Hello?”

”Who's there?” a man asked.

Steve didn't quite know what to answer for a second, then he remembered their cover story. ”IRS. Who's there?”

”My name's Ianto Jones. This may sound strange but is there a Jack Harkness or a Gwen Cooper around?”

Steve frowned, but he caught himself looking around as if the mysterious two missing persons would materialize in their midst. Instead, he got a face full of Pete who tried to listen in on the conversation, ignoring personal space altogether. Steve agreed with Myka – it was like having a dog sometimes. ”No,” he told the man – Ianto Jones. ”Who is this?”

There was a long pause on the other end, and then, ”I could say that I'm calling from a tourist office in Cardiff Bay but we both know that's as much of a lie as you telling me that you're IRS. I don't see a building on the satellite images but there's a phone line and a connection so I guess a perception filter.” Steve looked at Pete. Pete looked confused. Ianto Jones asked, ”Who are you? UNIT?”

Steve put a hand over the receiver and stared at Myka. ”He says he knows we're not IRS. What am I supposed to do now?”

Pete looked at Myka as well. ”You're the one who read the handbook.”

Myka shrugged and Leena just stood there, her arms folded, so Steve made a decision. ”Listen, do you have Skype?”


Cardiff and Nowheresville, South Dakota established a Skype conversation pretty quickly. Rhys didn't accept Ianto's suggestion to leave and wait for him to call him. Instead, he settled in behind Ianto, staring at the screen intently over his shoulder. Ianto hadn't expected anything less if he was honest. From the monitor, four people looked back at them – two men and two women. They introduced themselves as Steve Jinks, Pete Lattimer, Myka Bering and Leena (“just Leena”). While Ianto talked to them, he pulled up their files. He was sure that they were doing the same about him and Rhys. ”You're not IRS,” he said, opening the conversation.

”You're not a tourist office,” Myka replied. She was an attractive woman with dark hair and the confidence of a leader about her. ”So, you're missing someone?”

”Two people,” Ianto answered. ”Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper.”

”The names don't ring a bell.”

Pete leaned closer to the screen. He had a resolute face, but a friendly smile. ”But it's funny that you called. We're missing two people ourselves. Claudia Donovan and Artie Nielsen. A small red-head and a grumpy guy.”

Ianto shook his head. ”They're not here, but our instruments say that Jack and Gwen are where you are.”

Myka frowned. ”They must be wrong.”

Leena nudged her with her elbow. She was a mystery to Ianto. She seemed to be young but her green eyes were old. She reminded him of Jack. ”It's big,” she replied, running a hand through her long, curly hair. ”Are we sure?”

”Okay, this is ridiculous,” Rhys said impatiently. ”Why don't we just tell each other what exactly we're working with? Because I think that keeping secrets isn't worth anything in this case!”

Ianto closed his eyes. ”Rhys.”

”That's my wife who's missing!”

”I get how you feel,” Ianto said slowly, ”but still ...”

”He's right,” Steve said. He was the youngest one of them, his serious face concerned. Myka looked at him warningly. Steve repeated, ”He is. Who knows what's happening to Claudia and Artie right now.” He looked at Ianto. ”This is Warehouse 13. We deal with artefacts that have special powers and one of them took our colleagues.”

”Torchwood,” Rhys said before Ianto could stop him. ”They hunt aliens and my wife was taken by an alien entertainment unit.”

Pete grinned wildly. ”Aliens? Man, that's so cool! Are you like the Men In Black?”

Ianto rolled his eyes and Myka nudged Pete – hard.

”What?” he asked, rubbing his arm. ”He wears a suit!”

Myka shook her head and turned back to Ianto. ”Okay, since your instruments pick up your people here at the Warehouse, you should come here.”

”Where exactly is 'here'?” Ianto asked.

”Take a flight to Sioux Falls. We'll pick you up,” Myka decided. “And bring the … alien entertainment unit.”


“Does anybody else think that this is a waste of time?” Claudia asked when they entered what must be the trillionth aisle in their search for the thread. ”It's not here.” They were getting closer to the office now. Claudia began to feel like somebody had cut a hole into her stomach. She was so hungry it was unreal. She was just glad she wasn't trapped here with Pete. He could become a real pain in the ass when he got hungry.

Gwen asked, ”We don't really have another choice, do we?”

Claudia looked at her curiously. ”I'm sorry. I have to ask. Your accent ...”

”I'm Welsh.”

Claudia looked at Artie who was walking behind her with Jack taking up point, warily on the look-out for the owner of the growl. Claudia grinned. ”Remember how Pete and Myka went to Wales once? To get Excalibur?”

Jack turned around to them, his eyes wide. ”Excalibur? You have that? We've been looking for it forever, suspecting it's alien.”

With a shake of his head, Artie replied, ”It's one of ours. Pure artefact.”

Claudia grinned. ”Yeah. Myka must have never been happier to smell fudge.”

Gwen frowned. ”What's this fudge business about?”

”You smell it when an artefact activates. I didn't smell it when the thread went rogue, though.”

Jack nodded. ”Because it's one of ours. Pure alien.”

Artie seemed not too fond of that idea, judging by his sour expression. ”We can't be sure.”

Claudia and Gwen looked at each other and rolled their eyes. By now, they were both pretty sure that Jack and Artie had started an unofficial contest about which was the more exciting secret organization.

All of them froze when a deep growl echoed through the room. Claudia stepped back towards Artie by instinct and he put a hand on her back.

Jack cocked his revolver. ”And that must be ...”

”A Minotaur,” Artie answered.

Claudia stared at him, even though he refused to meet her eyes, staring straight ahead instead. ”We can't be sure it's a Minotaur,” she said. ”What's a Minotaur, anyway?”

Gwen answered, ”Look for yourself.” She was staring in the same direction Artie and Jack were.

Claudia didn't want to look, she really didn't, but she followed their eyes anyway. ”Holy shit!”

There, at the end of the aisle leading towards the office, stood a man twice or thrice Jack's size. He was bare-chested, just wearing short pants that looked to be made of leather, broad-shouldered and brutal-looking – and he had a bull's head.

Claudia gasped. ”Dude,” she whispered.

A hand clamped around Claudia's, painfully tight, and she registered with surprise that it was Jack's. ”Run,” he said.

So they did.

Chapter Seven
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Tags: 2013, english, fanfiction, gwen/rhys, het, jack/ianto, slash, torchwood, warehouse 13
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