backrose_17 (backrose_17) wrote,

Fic: An Artist's Soul Chapter 3/5

Title: An Artist's Soul
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis/Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: 10th Doctor/Lorne/Sheppard, Jack/Ianto, TARDIS, McKay/Carson, Ronon/Martha, pre-Teyla/Tosh, Samantha/Janet, Chuck
Summary: The TARDIS knows her Doctor is lonely and she vows to search through all of time and space until she finds the other half of her Doctor’s soul. Major Evan Lorne has seen a lot of strange things but a matching-making Time Machine might be the strangest thing yet. However, someone isn't too happy with the Doctor's interest in Major Lorne and plans to make his own claim clear.
Rating: PG-13
Beta: RoyalLadyEmma
Art: toomuchfandom see more here
Word Count: 12,084
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis, Torchwood or Doctor Who.
Written for the Major Big Bang at Slashing_Lorne

Chapter 3


From the moment they entered the wormhole that took them to the far side of the Universe, Atlantis personal had seen a lot of strange things, but the sight of a blue police box from Britain's 1960's fading in and out of their control room was something even they were not immune to. The on-duty gate personal exchanged startled looks and raised their weapons as the mysterious box became solid.


Rubbing the bridge of his nose in bewilderment, Lead Gate Technician Chuck Mistrik sighed deeply. 'I knew it was too much to hope for a peaceful and relaxing weekend.' Resigned to a typical day at work, Chuck began issuing orders, "All right, let's inform Colonel Carter and Major Sheppard. Looks like our down time maybe put on hold." Chuck wasn't at all surprised at the groans that filled the control room at his words and he silently joined in; he felt their pain.




Evan was truly grateful for Ianto's thoughtfulness, as the Welshman was the only one to offer him clothing and a hot beverage. One sip of the coffee the Welshman brewed and Evan was ready to offer up his services as a new crew member. He even wondered if he could convince Ianto to come work at Atlantis. He was sure the young man would have almost everyone worshiping at his feet in days.


'I'd even be willing to be his sex slave although something tells me Jack wouldn't be too keen on that idea.' Despite telling himself not to, he found his thoughts drifting towards the one man he harboured deep feelings for. 'I wonder if John has noticed I'm gone?'


The TARDIS felt his wistful thoughts and she smiled; 'Oh yes, Evan, he misses you,' she told him, even though he couldn't hear her, yet.



Major John Sheppard was not a happy man; he had gone by to talk to Lorne and see if the other man wanted to spend some time together, only to find that his second had somehow gone missing. John had checked the CCTV coverage, which showed Lorne going into his quarters but never coming back out. Unable to raise the major on the comm system, John was an inch away from putting out a alert and sending Atlantis into lockdown.


'Where are you, Evan?' As John reached for his comm one last time to see if he could get in touch with Evan, his comm link went off. 'Please let it be Evan, please!' "Sheppard, what's going on?"


Chuck's voice came over the line with a deep sigh, "Sir, we may have a situation in the gate room. Apparently a 1960's-style British police box has landed without coming through the gate."


John blinked. "I'm sorry, did you just say a 1960's police box is landing in our gate room?" Since coming to Atlantis, he'd has heard and seen some pretty crazy things but that had to be in the top five.


Once again, Chuck sighed over the comm. "Yes, I did, Sir; I'm watching it... well... I guess it's materialising right now."


'Oh sure, my first free weekend and this has to happen!' John's eyes narrowed as a sudden thought hit him.  'I wonder if they have something to do with Evan's disappearance. If they've harmed him in any way they will not make it off Atlantis alive!' he vowed darkly.


"Umm... Sir?" Chuck's worried voice came across the comm, pulling John out away from his murderous thoughts.


"Yeah, I'm here, Chuck, and I'm on my way." John turned on his heel and headed for the nearest lift at a swift jog. He wanted to know what they did with his Evan. 'Please let Evan be okay!' he prayed as he waited impatiently for the life to arrive in the Gate Room.



"Well, this is odd." The Doctor scratched his head in confusion as he swung the monitor around, stared at the display for a moment, "What?" and then compared those readouts with the ticker tape of data spewing forth from a slot on the console. "What!!?" His mouth flopped open when he finally deciphered exactly where the TARDIS had decided to take them for Evan's first trip through time and space.




From his spot on the jump seat, Jack slouched lazily as he watched the Doctor's odd dance around the console. He stopped nuzzling Ianto's neck long enough to ask, "Where'd she take us, Doc?" He'd given up, for now, on trying to get Ianto naked; now he was just enjoying being tucked against his young lover's side and running his fingers through Ianto's dark locks.


The Time Lord shut his mouth with an audible snap and he looked up at Jack in astonishment. "For some reason the TARDIS has brought us back to Atlantis." He ran around to the other side of the console and peered closely at one dial in particular. "In fact, according to this, we've only been gone two minutes!" 'What are you up to now?' The Doctor wasn't all surprised when he didn't get an answer; his beloved ship could be downright stubborn and mysterious when she put her mind to something.


Alarmed by this unusual turn of events, Jack sat bolt upright with a very suspicious look in his eyes. "This isn't going to be like that time with Rose, is it?" he asked. "And we've returned to Atlantis a year later than we left?"


"A year!? I can't be gone for an entire year!" Evan had arrived back in the console just in time to hear Jack's question. He'd been off discovering the joys and miracles of the TARDIS' vast wardrobe and was now dressed in snug-fitting the blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt that Ianto had helped him find.


The Doctor whirled around to face him. "I'm sure that's not the case!" he hastened to reassure Evan, although he wasn't sure why he was concerned about the newcomer. All he knew was that he didn't want to see him upset. The Time Lord watched silently as Evan finished rolling up his shirtsleeves, exposing gracefully muscled forearms. "The chronomatograph itself is never wrong; it's synced to the master Universal timepiece overseen by the Shadow Proclamation," he explained, hoping to set Evan's mind at ease.


Jack and Martha's eyebrows rose at the Doctor's telling words but Jack got there first. "You mean to tell us that all the times we've arrived too late or too early weren't the TARDIS fault?"


Realising what he'd just admitted, the Doctor tried to recover. "Um... no... well yes... I mean she..."


"So you've been blaming her for all this?" It was Martha's turn and she was really pissed off, "when it's your fault we're never on time!"


The Doctor gaped at her for a moment, desperately trying to think of an answer but nothing came to mind so he simply gave up and turned back to Evan. "As I was saying, Major, you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure we're back just a few minutes after we left." He motioned for Evan to join him at the console; "See?" he pointed anxiously to the time-keeping chronomatograph. "It doesn't let us run late."


Jack and Martha glanced at each other in consternation; they didn't understand why the Time Lord was acting so strangely, why he was so anxious to please this stranger. Ianto, on the other hand, just smiled knowingly; he had a pretty good idea what the TARDIS was up to and why she'd sought out Major Evan Lorne in the first place. Now he suspected that Lorne's happiness was part of the reason that they had returned to Atlantis so unexpectedly.


'Oh yes, Ianto is a keeper!' The TARDIS purred with happiness as she heard Ianto's thoughts. 'I hope he'll be able to help my lonely angel see what's right before his eyes when I bring in the two that complete the Time Lord's empty soul.'


As he watched the Gate Control Room appear on the TARDIS' monitors, Evan's heart skipped a beat as it always did when he saw John. He could tell by and the look in the man's eyes that he was clearly not happy. As the Doctor turned to exit the TARDIS, Evan put his hand on the Time Lord's shoulder. "I should go first, explain that you guys are not the enemy and that you won't cause any trouble to the citizens of Atlantis." Evan also wanted to find out why his CO was so angry.


"I think that's a good idea. I for one don't want to get shot." From his seat within the circle of Jack's arms, Ianto voiced his agreement to Evan's plan. "We can be a little overwhelming."


And as he expected, Jack turned and leered at his lover. "You can overwhelm me anytime."


Ianto rolled his eyes as he fondly stroked the side of Jack's face. "And we need to warn them about Jack," he added, softening his words with a kiss on Jack's cheek.


Martha chuckled. "How does one warn and prepare a new world for someone like Captain Jack Harkness?"


"You don't." The Doctor shook his head knowingly. "Believe me, I've tried. It's best if you just hold on tight and go along for the ride." He grinned wickedly. "Of course, you can always make sure a certain sexy Welshman is within groping range." Even though the Time Lord had never seen Jack so devoted to one person and he was happy for the immortal, he still couldn't resist putting in a teasing little dig once in a while.


'At least I was spared having to break Jack's heart again.' The Doctor was sorry that he'd abandoned Jack on the Game Station, and they had begun to slowly repair their relationship. The Doctor doubted that it would be going so well if he'd told Jack that he never loved Jack the way Jack had loved him once upon a time. Now the Doctor knew that Jack saw only one person through the eyes of love, a soft-spoken, sweet but strong Welshman. At the same time, however, the Doctor wished he could find that one person who would complete him. For a while, he'd thought – for a while he'd even hoped –  it would be Rose but no matter how much he cared for or how deeply he loved her, it just never felt right.


He never felt whole.


None of his Companions had ever filled that empty void and the Doctor was well aware of the fact he'd hurt them. He was simply unable to return their feelings, and nothing he said or did or tired could change that. The most recent person was, of course, Martha. Oh, he knew he'd hurt Martha with the constant comparing of her with Rose, and it didn't help that he'd taken Martha to the same places he been to with Rose. He knew he should have taken her to new and different places that she would have liked to see. 'I think I wanted to distance myself from Martha so she wouldn't fall for me. Boy, did that plan blow up in my face! I really hope that the TARDIS has somebody in mind for Martha; maybe it'll make up for me putting her second and all' While the Doctor couldn't be sure, he did know his TARDIS; he had a feeling his ship was playing matchmaker and for some reason that seemed to involve Major Evan Lorne.


Pausing at the door with his hand on the latch, the major turned back and looked at the assembled group. "I'll come and get you once I've explained everything to them." The last thing Evan wanted was for his new friends, especially the Doctor, to get hurt by his old friends.


The TARDIS brushed gently against Evan's mind. 'Do not worry; everything will work out just fine,' she promised. The TARDIS had sensed Evan's worry just as she had his increasing attraction to her lonely angel. She knew it might take some time but she was confident that the three of them would find their way to one another. She was also quite sure that with some careful guidance and a little prodding on her part, it wouldn't take too long. 'I hope.'

Tags: fic: an artist's soul, pairing: doctor/lorne/sheppard, pairing: jack/ianto
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