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Torchwood: Galaxy Quest (13)

Galaxy Quest (13)

Word Count: ~37.000
Summary: Eight years ago, the actors of the popular sci-fi show Galaxy Quest were heroes – these days, they can't escape the shadow of the roles they played, even though the show has been cancelled. When an alien race mistakes them for real heroes fighting evil and seeks their help, they quickly find themselves in a fight that goes way over their heads. To survive, they have to overcome their differences and conflicts of the past, but pride is something that's very hard to swallow ...
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, John Hart, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Mathasar, Sarris, Laliari, Teb, Eugene Jones, Carys, Annie, Lahnk, OCs
Pairing: Ianto/John Hart, Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Torture, mention of partner betrayal, language
Beta: danian and czarinakitty, who did a great job under time pressure. Thank you both!
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv show Torchwood as well as the movie Galaxy Quest 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.
This is a work of fiction. No similarities to the private or public lives of the Torchwood actors are intended, even though there are references to the fictional characters they played in other productions.

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Chapter Twelve



“Okay,” Tosh said, fiddling with the digital conveyer. ”A distraction coming right up.” She looked up at Owen, the wild smile gracing her features making Owen's heart beat faster. ”This should be interesting.” Her focus went back to the screen and Owen watched her zero in on Gorignak, who was restlessly walking the valley – probably looking for Jack. Tosh modified the coordinates of Gorignak's destination, while Owen's eyes shifted to the other screen. Sarris's men were still guarding the dying Thermians. They had considered transporting them down to the planet, but the digital conveyer had been unable to pick all of them up at once and the risk that they would warn others or come to investigate and find Gwen and John in the process was too great. They needed something to take them out all at once without being able to warn anyone. “Here we go,” Tosh said and started the process. It took only a second for Gorignak to be enveloped in a bright light and then he appeared in the corridor in the midst of Sarris's men.

It was almost comical, the way they gaped at it for a breathless moment. Gorignak seemed surprised as well, then it made it clear that it didn't appreciate its new environment. Sarris's guards didn't stand a chance really.

Owen almost felt a bit sorry for them.


”It’s the simple things in life you treasure,” he said, smiling down at Tosh. ”Brilliant.” He swallowed nervously, leaned down and kissed her. It was supposed to just be a short peck, but Tosh wrapped her arms around his neck and it lasted a bit longer. Owen wondered why they'd taken this long to realize … or maybe they'd always known. At least he had. But during the years the show was shot, he'd also felt that he wasn't good enough for someone like Tosh, who was clearly brilliant and vibrant and heading somewhere. After the show had ended, though, she'd stayed in Cardiff, turning down offers and only taking the odd job, mainly giving acting classes. It had been the wrong point in time for him, though, with his career going down and the alcohol being too much of a relief. He only realized now that Tosh had always been there, in his periphery, taking him out and spending time with him … maybe, just maybe, they could do this.

By the time they looked up at the screen again, the rock monster had taken care of Sarris's guards. Tosh quickly transported it down to the planet again before it could find Gwen and John or wreak more havoc.

Tosh sighed, ”My work's done.”

Owen couldn't resist kissing her again.


“Come on!” John called and hurried around the corner. He kept his stun gun trained on Sarris's guards for good measure but it was obvious that they were out for the count. He didn't look closely enough to see whether they were even alive, feeling that he wouldn't be able to stomach the thought, even though they would have killed him without thinking twice.

Gwen raised her vox to her lips. ”Tosh, you're brilliant!”

No answer was coming forth but John didn't pay that any mind. He stood at the door, looking at the destroyed opening mechanism in dismay. Gwen glanced at it as well and cursed. ”Computer, stabilize life support in the main barracks.”

”You tried that several times already,” John grumbled.

As if it had heard him, the computer agreed, ”Unable to perform command.”

Gwen muttered, ”Worth a try.”

John poked at one of the wires dangling out of the opening mechanism and reared back when it sparked.

”Computer,” Gwen said, ”open the door to the main barracks.”

”Unable to perform command.”

”It's not working,” Gwen said.

”You don't say!” John replied in mock-surprise, earning himself an eye-roll. He tried to find somewhere to grab onto on the door, but it was smooth, no leverage to be found. Frustrated, he rammed his stun gun into the destroyed mechanism.

”Door opening,” the computer announced and to John's surprise, it did indeed move, but only an inch or so. An inch was enough in this situation, though.

Gwen gaped at him and John just shrugged. ”Whatever works.” He got his fingers into the gap between the door and the wall and pulled. Gwen didn't hesitate long before helping him … it was hard and John thought that he was pulling muscles he didn't even know he had, but finally, the door gave and slid open all the way. ”Come on!” he shouted at the Thermians.

The ones close to them stared, stunned, still gasping for air even though the life support system in the corridor was now also supporting the main barracks.

However, John knew that it would take too long for the air to normalize in the huge room, so he waved at the Thermians to leave. ”Come on!” he repeated.

Finally, they startled out of their stupor and quickly ran towards them. John and Gwen stood back while the Thermians moved past them out of the main barracks to crowd in the corridor, taking deep breaths. It must have been about 200 of them before the stream lessened and John made sure that all of them had left the barracks before he pushed the door closed again, only a small gap remaining.

When he turned back to Gwen, she was smiling at him and wrapped him into an enthusiastic hug. ”We made it,” she said softly.

He squeezed her to him and nodded, swallowing. ”Yeah.” He imagined that people who regularly saved others must feel this way all the time – choked and excited at once – and took a deep breath to calm his frantically beating heart.

Meanwhile, Gwen stepped back and turned to the Thermians. ”Are you all right?!” she asked loudly. ”Is anyone hurt?”

No answer was forthcoming, the Thermians just kept staring at them as if they were seeing ghosts. Then, finally, Teb stepped forward from the crowd, starting to clap. ”We are saved!” he called out and more Thermians started cheer, repeating the words. Pretty soon, everyone inside the corridor was clapping and smiling, grateful expressions on their friendly faces.

Gwen smiled, blushing furiously, and John felt humbled as well, crossing his arms and ducking his head … until Teb shouted, ”He has saved us! Captain Taggart has saved us!”

Gwen stared at them and then at John, who sighed. ”It’s just not fair.”


Ianto stared at the core of the ship, the very heart of the power supply. It was surprisingly small, only about as big as his hand, and encased into a tube of glass on a pedestal of the same white smooth material the ship's walls were made of, in the middle of a small room. It was shining brightly, sparking and pulsating, its power travelling through the tube and going into the power supply system of the ship through countless pipes vanishing into the walls.

Everything looked perfectly all right in Ianto's opinion. Only the flashing red lights along the white walls gave away that something was seriously wrong. That, and the computer droning out a warning regularly. ”Core implosion estimated in 30 seconds.”

”She sounds cheerful,” Ianto said.

Jack smiled at him but spoke into the vox. ”All right, Eugene, how do we shut this thing down?”

”Just push the blue button.”

Jack looked at Ianto who frowned in disbelief and looked at the blue button embedded into the pedestal. A protective, clear lid was covering it. Jack looked at it as if it was a particularly puzzling riddle. ”The blue button? Is that it?”

”Yeah. Why? What’s wrong?”

”Nothing,” Jack answered. ”I just thought it’d be more complicated than that.”

”It's quite anti-climactic,” Ianto agreed.

Jack raised the lid protecting the button just as the computer said, ”Core implosion estimated in 20 seconds.”

Jack shrugged at Ianto, smiled and pushed the button.

The clock kept counting down.

Jack pushed again and again. Finally, Ianto nudged his hand away and pushed the button himself.

Jack glared at him in annoyance. ”Really? I can push buttons, you know.” He raised the vox to his lips. ”Eugene, it’s not working!”

There was no answer.


Still no answer. Jack looked at Ianto in alarm while the clock kept counting down.

”Core implosion estimated in 10 seconds.”



Eugene stumbled through the little garden of the house towards the street, trash bags clutched in his hands. ”Bloody hell, mum!”

He could practically feel his mother's disapproving glare. ”You promised!” she shouted.

”Mother, I cannot stress enough the severity of the Captain’s predicament!” He slammed the bags into one of the bins and wanted to run back into the house – back to the video chat and the vox and to the Captain's assistance he'd been dragged away from almost forcibly – but his mother had other ideas.

”Don’t you dare throw the recyclables into the normal trash!”

Eugene ran back to re-sort the bags into the correct bins.


“Core implosion estimated in nine seconds ... eight ...”

Jack swallowed and looked at Ianto. ”Ianto, I ...” The words got stuck in his throat and he cursed himself for being so tongue-tied at such an important moment.

”... seven ... six ...”

Ianto nodded at him, his eyes bright in the flashing of the emergency lights.

“... five ... four ...”

Taking Jack's hand, Ianto said, ”It's all right. I'm sorry, too.” He embraced him and Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, pulling him as close as possible.

”... three ... two ... one ...”

He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself … but nothing happened. The core kept supplying energy and the engines continued to hum gently. No explosions, no sirens … the flashing lights died and the normal, neon-like lights flickered on again as if nothing had happened.

Jack looked around and then at Ianto who let a giggle escape. Ever so slowly, it started to dawn on him what could have happened. He smiled in disbelief. ”Do you think …?”

Ianto bit his lip. ”It always stops at one on the show.”

”A fail-safe?” Jack asked.

They laughed – disbelief turning into relief – and stopped when their gazes caught. For just one second, Jack considered kissing Ianto again, but he wasn't sure if the gesture would be welcome, now that the danger was over. After all, Ianto could have just acted out of instinct and the search for comfort before. Ianto frowned at him, a confused smile lingering on his lips. Embarrassed, Jack cleared his throat and ducked his head.

Ianto chuckled. ”Idiot,” he said fondly and pressed their lips together.


By the time Jack and Ianto joined Owen, Tosh, Gwen and John on the bridge, the last of Sarris's men were beating a hasty retreat. The front screen showed several shuttles departing hastily from the Torchwood and flying towards Sarris's mother ship. John's eyes weren't on them, though, he was focussed on Jack and Ianto, who suddenly were standing much closer to each other than before. Somehow, he'd known that he would lose against Jack in the end and his relationship with Ianto had been over anyway.

That didn't mean that it didn't hurt just a bit ...

Jack crossed his arms and watched the shuttles go with a smirk. ”Good job, everyone!”

Gwen shrugged. ”There weren't many of them left and word about our friend Gorignak must have got around.” She smiled at Tosh.

John cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall he'd been leaning against. ”It's not over yet,” he cautioned. ”They're going back to their ship, yes, but I don't think Sarris is the type to just give up.”

Jack gave him a nod. ”You're probably right.” He put his hands on his hips and a determined expression settled on his features, the Captain taking over once again. ”We need that armour back up. Get to work.”

Gwen, Owen and Ianto hurried to their stations, working the touch screens and adjusting dials as if they'd never done anything else in their lives. Jack settled into the Captain's chair. The engine hummed a little louder when Ianto prepared for flight.

John sat on one of the visitor seats behind Gwen's station and was joined by Tosh. She gave him a sad smile. ”All right?” she asked.

He shrugged. ”Sure.”

She squeezed his hand gently.

Owen announced, ”Plasma armour: engaged.”

Jack nodded. ”All right, Ianto, see if you can lose them in that minefield.”

John stared at Jack in alarm. He'd almost forgotten about the minefield. Sarris somehow had seemed like a much bigger danger. ”Minefield?”

”Go, Ianto,” Jack said, ignoring John. ”Right now.”

Ianto nodded. ”Yes, sir.”

John stepped up behind Jack's chair, grabbing the backrest tightly. ”Is that a good idea?” he asked in a low voice.

”It's my only idea,” Jack answered. ”We need to defeat them once and for all or they'll just come back to hunt the Thermians down. I won't let that happen.”

John stared at his set features for a moment, taken aback by the grim expression on it. ”Look at you,” he muttered. ”A real hero.”

Jack smiled tightly at him. ”Every hero's only as good as their team.”

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