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mtxref_fic) wrote2013-06-03 01:17 am
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[Torchwood/Arrow] "And What Irrascible Blackguard is the Father?" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for < lj user="comment_fic">'s Torchwood/Any, Jack/Any + any, Jack has passed down his 'pregnancy' gene down to his male children, who don't know until they get pregnant Set in the same universe as "I Shot An Arrow Into the Air" (currently available on "torchwood_fest"). Jack Harkness+Malcolm Merlyn/OMC (implied). Fleeting discussion of abortion.
Premise here (and I intend to write the rest of the story, just at a different time: this random crack popped into my head when I saw the prompt) is that Merlyn survived his final fight with Oliver Queen because Jack gave him some of his blood, moments after Merlyn blacked out.
"I told you not to poach my dates," Harkness snarled, grinning, as he stood before Merlyn, who sat perched gingerly on the lowered toilet lid, pregnancy test in hand, waiting the recommended five minutes for the chemicals in the test strip to finish reacting. "I gave you my blood to save you, not so you could mess with my dancing partners behind my back."
"It wasn't poaching: the painkillers made me loopy," Merlyn replied patiently. "You brought the guy up here, he came on to me, and in my state and with his appearance, I took him for a woman."
"Should've figured out the mistake the minute he dropped his trews and crawled into bed with you," Harkness noted, wryly.
"That's all beside the point," Merlyn said, eying the two gaps in the plastic of the test stick, willing both to stay clear, but a vertical blue line had started to form in the right hand opening. "And I didn't ask you to save my life: my work was done."
"More like it's only begun," Harkness said, looking him in the face.
"Only because you kept me alive," Merlyn replied, coldly, looking past the test stick to meet Harkness's gaze.
The other man looked back at him, pale eyes calm. "I wasn't ready to let you go a second time," Harkness replied.
"Do I want to know why?" Merlyn asked, watching the left hand window of the test stick, which had started to darken slightly. "Please don't tell me you've gone sentimental on me."
"I might be, in my old age," Harkness said, his usual joking lilt returning.
"Shush, you look young enough to be my twin brother," Merlyn retorted. A shape like a vertical line had started to form on the test stick. "Oh no..."
Harkness craned his head to get a look at the test stick. "It's coming up positive?"
Merlyn held up the test stick. "See for yourself."
Harkness eyed the stick, grinning and clapping Merlyn on the shoulder. "Congratulations: you've made me a grandfather."
His hand sank nerveless between his knees, and he made no effort to push Har. "How is this even possible? It's not like I've had a period. Why am I starting now?"
"I'm guessing you had the relevant plumbing, it just stayed dormant till now," Harkness said, his eye going to the drawstring of Merlyn's pyjama trousers.
Merlyn caught that look. "You're not examining me to make sure the relevant plumbing exists," he snapped back, realizing his error as soon as the words came out. Harkness regarded him with knowing silence.
"So now what do we do? If I go to a clinic about this, I'll be recognized, if not ridiculed," Merlyn said. "I'm supposed to be dead, aren't I?"
"There is that," Harkness admitted.
"Please tell me that you know someone who can handle this with sensitivity," Merlyn asked, tiredly.
"I might, but I'd have to take you back where I come from," Harkness replied.
"Right, to a different place on the space-time continuum," Merlyn replied. "Considering that I'm supposed to be dead, that seems the easiest solution."
"Your decision: I'd personally rather you kept the kid, since that's my grandson and I've already lost one that I know of," Harkness replied, grimly.
"Don't try and manipulate me by dragging Tommy into this!"
"I was thinking of my daughter Melissa's son," Harkness replied. "He died a year or two ago because of a choice I had made, and she hasn't spoken to me since."
"I almost don't blame her," Merlyn replied.
Premise here (and I intend to write the rest of the story, just at a different time: this random crack popped into my head when I saw the prompt) is that Merlyn survived his final fight with Oliver Queen because Jack gave him some of his blood, moments after Merlyn blacked out.
"I told you not to poach my dates," Harkness snarled, grinning, as he stood before Merlyn, who sat perched gingerly on the lowered toilet lid, pregnancy test in hand, waiting the recommended five minutes for the chemicals in the test strip to finish reacting. "I gave you my blood to save you, not so you could mess with my dancing partners behind my back."
"It wasn't poaching: the painkillers made me loopy," Merlyn replied patiently. "You brought the guy up here, he came on to me, and in my state and with his appearance, I took him for a woman."
"Should've figured out the mistake the minute he dropped his trews and crawled into bed with you," Harkness noted, wryly.
"That's all beside the point," Merlyn said, eying the two gaps in the plastic of the test stick, willing both to stay clear, but a vertical blue line had started to form in the right hand opening. "And I didn't ask you to save my life: my work was done."
"More like it's only begun," Harkness said, looking him in the face.
"Only because you kept me alive," Merlyn replied, coldly, looking past the test stick to meet Harkness's gaze.
The other man looked back at him, pale eyes calm. "I wasn't ready to let you go a second time," Harkness replied.
"Do I want to know why?" Merlyn asked, watching the left hand window of the test stick, which had started to darken slightly. "Please don't tell me you've gone sentimental on me."
"I might be, in my old age," Harkness said, his usual joking lilt returning.
"Shush, you look young enough to be my twin brother," Merlyn retorted. A shape like a vertical line had started to form on the test stick. "Oh no..."
Harkness craned his head to get a look at the test stick. "It's coming up positive?"
Merlyn held up the test stick. "See for yourself."
Harkness eyed the stick, grinning and clapping Merlyn on the shoulder. "Congratulations: you've made me a grandfather."
His hand sank nerveless between his knees, and he made no effort to push Har. "How is this even possible? It's not like I've had a period. Why am I starting now?"
"I'm guessing you had the relevant plumbing, it just stayed dormant till now," Harkness said, his eye going to the drawstring of Merlyn's pyjama trousers.
Merlyn caught that look. "You're not examining me to make sure the relevant plumbing exists," he snapped back, realizing his error as soon as the words came out. Harkness regarded him with knowing silence.
"So now what do we do? If I go to a clinic about this, I'll be recognized, if not ridiculed," Merlyn said. "I'm supposed to be dead, aren't I?"
"There is that," Harkness admitted.
"Please tell me that you know someone who can handle this with sensitivity," Merlyn asked, tiredly.
"I might, but I'd have to take you back where I come from," Harkness replied.
"Right, to a different place on the space-time continuum," Merlyn replied. "Considering that I'm supposed to be dead, that seems the easiest solution."
"Your decision: I'd personally rather you kept the kid, since that's my grandson and I've already lost one that I know of," Harkness replied, grimly.
"Don't try and manipulate me by dragging Tommy into this!"
"I was thinking of my daughter Melissa's son," Harkness replied. "He died a year or two ago because of a choice I had made, and she hasn't spoken to me since."
"I almost don't blame her," Merlyn replied.