AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth
FANDOM: Torchwood / Buffy the Vampire Slayer (22'verse) crossover
CHARACTERS: Spike; Captain Jack Harkness, m/m slash if you squint,
PROMPT: Fandom: Torchwood/Buffy; Characters: Jack Harkness/Spike; Premise: A case of mistaken identity occurs when Jack meets Spike and mistakes him for John Hart. Angst, perhaps? Prompt is a result of this post http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/148179.html This is also in that series which, if you're following the titles, should really have given you the answer as to where I'm getting the inspiration for them from.
A/N: Ok, so this is the first of the ~ would you call them sponsored? ~ fics, for which someone is donating to a_phoenixdragon's GoFundMe here . Hopefully I've come up with something good enough to earn the money; if not well I will be contributing it myself. This was requested luckweaver as a gift for elisi . Had to sit down and finally watch some Torchwood; specifically the eps with Captain John Hart in them, though not because he's in here because prompt... ending is deliberately open so if you want to imagine stuff; go imagine.
Spike looked over Tiger Bay; wished he'd come here when it was worth something, and wondered where in Hell's name Blue was.
Someone was yelling, “John!”
He'd known a pain that visceral himself; day he thought of going back and could only see her face on that bathroom floor, long since swallowed by the Pacific, that made that pain an every moment experience.
Could be something as simple as Blue's inner Fred of course, but whatever had brought him here, should have brought her too.
A fist drug him painfully back to reality; nearly knocked him into the water too, if not for the fist turning into a hand that grabbed his ankle; saving him from a severe wetting.
They stared at each other for a few moments; one looking confused, as he passed from fury to mere puzzlement, the other just confused from a brain wobble that he'd have been proud to have received from Ali himself.
“You going to pull me up then, beautiful?”
Finally face to face with his bushwacker, Spike was told, “You even sound like him.”
“Remind you of someone, do I?”
He waved a hand, mumbled something about hair; sounding as if he was crying without shedding. Man was on the edge.
“Vamp could do with a good cuppa, “ he suggested to the retreating back of an old-fashioned RAF greatcoat, though he regretted adding that he liked it, when the guy seemed to physically sob.
“Darjeeling. I'll show you to the rift in the morning. “
Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,