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Prompt Fic – One thing leads to another

Prompt by: RedWolfErik
Prompt: Jack and Charles. Confession, a misunderstanding and kisses. Torchwood in Cardiff

Author: Raven Grimm
Characters: Charles Xavier from X-Men and Captain Jack Harkness from Torchwood
Genre: slash, crossover, fluff, crack

Charles rang the bell five times before the door to the back room opened and an aggravated man in a blackened shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows stepped out of the darkness. The man appraised Charles intently and that look of disdain evaporated as a grin curled the corners of his lips.

"Can I help you?" he all but sang.

It was Charles' turn to look the stranger over and wonder why his hair stuck out at all angles and seemed to be vaguely smoking and frazzled about the ends. Charles resisted the urge to take a peek into the man's mind to discovered why, and what exactly that grin was suggesting as Erik's voice filled his head moaning about him invading people privacy. Instead he extended a hand and said, 'I'm Charles Xavier, and there's something I'd like to discus with you.'

'Jack Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness,' the man said and took his hand with far more enthusiasm than entirely necessary.

Charles was led to a seat to one side of the room and not invited, as he had expected, out the back where Jack had previously been.

Broaching the subject of mutation, when accompanied by Erik, always came quite easy to the pair with the added flourish of the reveal which left no one in any doubt as to what was being discussed. But sitting opposite Jack Harkness, with that unnerving smile as he leans excessively forward in his seat, made the word 'mutation' momentarily lost from Charles' tongue. It took him a moment to construct a comprehendible sentence under the intensity of those blue eyes far more devious and playful than those of Erik's icy blue ones. Charles shook his head as thoughts of Erik entered his mind for the third time in under five minutes.

It then took ten minutes to fully explain everything to Jack once his initial incomprehension was out of the way and Charles discovered that he had no idea what mutants were. Charles then explained the exact circumstances of him being there; that the mutant locating machine: Cerebro, had shown him images of a man in this location. Small bursts of something that Charles couldn't quite identify beyond the man's shape and location and a sense of… frustration and momentary pain.

Jack's expression was blank for several moments until something visibly dawned on him and he said, "I died."

It didn't take much examination to establish that Jack was in fact alive so Charles waited for him to elaborate.

"If I'm killed, I come back. I can't die," Jack said then realised the flaw in his own words and added, "Not properly, not forever." He shrugged minutely. "A friend of mine… changed me, brought me back from the dead and now every time I die I come back, as if nothing had happened." He said it with an air of indifference like it was as common place as waking up or going to sleep. Charles couldn't begin to imagine dying on a regular basis, once was more than enough and he'd happily wait a good many years for that time to come.

"So you die often then?" It was so absurd it made him laugh.

Jack laughed as well. "I try not to, but you know, sometimes it's unavoidable." He shrugged half-heartedly.

"And the day before yesterday?"

"I was trying to fix the Vortex Manipulator," he said, "it didn't seem to want me to."

"Cerebro picked you up three times. You died three times?"

"Six," Jack confessed. "Your machine must be broken."

"No that was probably the point where I hopped on a plane and rushed over here," Charles said and smiled. "I have a technical genius at home if you'd like me to send him over to fix your Manipulator."

"That would be helpful," Jack said, combing a hand through his knotted, frazzled hair and cringing at the feel of it.

It was at this point that Jack invited Charles into the back room while he freshened up and Charles stared up in wonder at the prehistoric pterodactyl that circled the high vaulted ceiling above. When Jack returned, Charles was examining a desk topped with unusual artefacts both old and otherworldly and Jack explained, vaguely, their origins; strange names of worlds Charles would never know.

Jack produced oddly labelled bottles then, which took no time at all to get the pair so drunk they were slipping off their seats, falling about laughing. There was no end to the unimaginable and bizarre stories that Jack had to share of seemingly centuries of life lived to its fullest.

A number of hours passed that neither one had noticed. And Charles was leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder as they stumbled their way into another room in search of more liquor, though by the time they – literally – fell over the threshold; they had forgotten the reason for them risking life and limb by attempting the tricky business of walking.

Laying on the bathroom floor, wedged in the doorway, limbs entangled they laughed so hard their sides hurt until Jack laid his lips over Charles' and the room fell into silence.

Three heavy heart beats went by before the kiss ended and several more until the silence was broken by Charles' disjointed and spluttered reaction to said kiss.

"I… um… What?" He pushed hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand, his cheeks on fire and tried unsuccessfully to sit up.

"It's a kiss," Jack said in a slur, his ruddy lips resisting his attempt to speak. He pushed back onto his knees, releasing Charles from his way-too-heavy limbs.

"I know… but um…" Charles cleared his throat and, second time lucky, managed to drag himself upright, and slumped his back against the door frame. "It's just that, I-"

"You already have someone?" Jack said and it wasn't really a question. He was watching Charles with raised eyebrows and nodding as though he'd discovered some secret.

"No its not-"

"He's a lucky guy."

"I'm not-"

…

"You're not?" Jack looked incredulous.

Charles made to reinforce the statement but found his lips disagreed as he said, "It's not like that between us."

Jack smiled and Charles realised his mistake.

"Between who?"

There was a moment in which Charles tried to rationalise his earlier confession but all his mind kept going over was images of a certain man that he'd thought about way too much already that night to be considered healthy, or indeed, heterosexual.

He let out a sigh as he sunk back against the door frame. "Erik," he said and saying that name shouldn't have felt as good as it did. His stomach knotted as he realised what he was saying, what he was admitting. "We're just friends. Good friends," he went on with a fond, yet solemn smile.

"You want to be more than just friends?" Jack said, again it was a statement.

Charles turned his eyes aside, he'd never felt embarrassment like this before. "I thought I was the mind reader," he chuckled.

"I don't need to be psychic to see you're in love."

The word had never crossed Charles' mind when thinking about Erik but instantly, and entirely, it was right. It slotted into place around that captivating, complicated man and held Charles to him like glue.

Charles hadn't realised they'd been silent for several moments until Jack spoke again.

"You want to know what I think?"

Charles did, he nodded.

Jack straightened up as best he could given the awkward position he'd got himself into between Charles and the other side of the door and said, "I think you should walk right up to him and kiss him."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but that seemed like the perfect thing to do. Alcohol or no, Charles had a plan, a straight forward plan that could only lead to one thing; love. And of course, a kiss.

After three misjudged attempts Charles was on his feet again and stepping over Jack who nearly had his crotch in his face - whose fault that really was, was debateable. He made it all the way to the giant, circular door before stopping dead and saying, "I forgot where I parked the jet," and collapsed in a drunken stupor.

The End.

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Prompt Fic – One thing leads to another

Prompt by: RedWolfErik
Prompt: Jack and Charles. Confession, a misunderstanding and kisses. Torchwood in Cardiff

Author: Raven Grimm
Characters: Charles Xavier from X-Men and Captain Jack Harkness from Torchwood
Genre: slash, crossover, fluff, crack

Charles rang the bell five times before the door to the back room opened and an aggravated man in a blackened shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows stepped out of the darkness. The man appraised Charles intently and that look of disdain evaporated as a grin curled the corners of his lips.

"Can I help you?" he all but sang.

It was Charles' turn to look the stranger over and wonder why his hair stuck out at all angles and seemed to be vaguely smoking and frazzled about the ends. Charles resisted the urge to take a peek into the man's mind to discovered why, and what exactly that grin was suggesting as Erik's voice filled his head moaning about him invading people privacy. Instead he extended a hand and said, 'I'm Charles Xavier, and there's something I'd like to discus with you.'

'Jack Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness,' the man said and took his hand with far more enthusiasm than entirely necessary.

Charles was led to a seat to one side of the room and not invited, as he had expected, out the back where Jack had previously been.

Broaching the subject of mutation, when accompanied by Erik, always came quite easy to the pair with the added flourish of the reveal which left no one in any doubt as to what was being discussed. But sitting opposite Jack Harkness, with that unnerving smile as he leans excessively forward in his seat, made the word 'mutation' momentarily lost from Charles' tongue. It took him a moment to construct a comprehendible sentence under the intensity of those blue eyes far more devious and playful than those of Erik's icy blue ones. Charles shook his head as thoughts of Erik entered his mind for the third time in under five minutes.

It then took ten minutes to fully explain everything to Jack once his initial incomprehension was out of the way and Charles discovered that he had no idea what mutants were. Charles then explained the exact circumstances of him being there; that the mutant locating machine: Cerebro, had shown him images of a man in this location. Small bursts of something that Charles couldn't quite identify beyond the man's shape and location and a sense of… frustration and momentary pain.

Jack's expression was blank for several moments until something visibly dawned on him and he said, "I died."

It didn't take much examination to establish that Jack was in fact alive so Charles waited for him to elaborate.

"If I'm killed, I come back. I can't die," Jack said then realised the flaw in his own words and added, "Not properly, not forever." He shrugged minutely. "A friend of mine… changed me, brought me back from the dead and now every time I die I come back, as if nothing had happened." He said it with an air of indifference like it was as common place as waking up or going to sleep. Charles couldn't begin to imagine dying on a regular basis, once was more than enough and he'd happily wait a good many years for that time to come.

"So you die often then?" It was so absurd it made him laugh.

Jack laughed as well. "I try not to, but you know, sometimes it's unavoidable." He shrugged half-heartedly.

"And the day before yesterday?"

"I was trying to fix the Vortex Manipulator," he said, "it didn't seem to want me to."

"Cerebro picked you up three times. You died three times?"

"Six," Jack confessed. "Your machine must be broken."

"No that was probably the point where I hopped on a plane and rushed over here," Charles said and smiled. "I have a technical genius at home if you'd like me to send him over to fix your Manipulator."

"That would be helpful," Jack said, combing a hand through his knotted, frazzled hair and cringing at the feel of it.

It was at this point that Jack invited Charles into the back room while he freshened up and Charles stared up in wonder at the prehistoric pterodactyl that circled the high vaulted ceiling above. When Jack returned, Charles was examining a desk topped with unusual artefacts both old and otherworldly and Jack explained, vaguely, their origins; strange names of worlds Charles would never know.

Jack produced oddly labelled bottles then, which took no time at all to get the pair so drunk they were slipping off their seats, falling about laughing. There was no end to the unimaginable and bizarre stories that Jack had to share of seemingly centuries of life lived to its fullest.

A number of hours passed that neither one had noticed. And Charles was leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder as they stumbled their way into another room in search of more liquor, though by the time they – literally – fell over the threshold; they had forgotten the reason for them risking life and limb by attempting the tricky business of walking.

Laying on the bathroom floor, wedged in the doorway, limbs entangled they laughed so hard their sides hurt until Jack laid his lips over Charles' and the room fell into silence.

Three heavy heart beats went by before the kiss ended and several more until the silence was broken by Charles' disjointed and spluttered reaction to said kiss.

"I… um… What?" He pushed hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand, his cheeks on fire and tried unsuccessfully to sit up.

"It's a kiss," Jack said in a slur, his ruddy lips resisting his attempt to speak. He pushed back onto his knees, releasing Charles from his way-too-heavy limbs.

"I know… but um…" Charles cleared his throat and, second time lucky, managed to drag himself upright, and slumped his back against the door frame. "It's just that, I-"

"You already have someone?" Jack said and it wasn't really a question. He was watching Charles with raised eyebrows and nodding as though he'd discovered some secret.

"No its not-"

"He's a lucky guy."

"I'm not-"

…

"You're not?" Jack looked incredulous.

Charles made to reinforce the statement but found his lips disagreed as he said, "It's not like that between us."

Jack smiled and Charles realised his mistake.

"Between who?"

There was a moment in which Charles tried to rationalise his earlier confession but all his mind kept going over was images of a certain man that he'd thought about way too much already that night to be considered healthy, or indeed, heterosexual.

He let out a sigh as he sunk back against the door frame. "Erik," he said and saying that name shouldn't have felt as good as it did. His stomach knotted as he realised what he was saying, what he was admitting. "We're just friends. Good friends," he went on with a fond, yet solemn smile.

"You want to be more than just friends?" Jack said, again it was a statement.

Charles turned his eyes aside, he'd never felt embarrassment like this before. "I thought I was the mind reader," he chuckled.

"I don't need to be psychic to see you're in love."

The word had never crossed Charles' mind when thinking about Erik but instantly, and entirely, it was right. It slotted into place around that captivating, complicated man and held Charles to him like glue.

Charles hadn't realised they'd been silent for several moments until Jack spoke again.

"You want to know what I think?"

Charles did, he nodded.

Jack straightened up as best he could given the awkward position he'd got himself into between Charles and the other side of the door and said, "I think you should walk right up to him and kiss him."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but that seemed like the perfect thing to do. Alcohol or no, Charles had a plan, a straight forward plan that could only lead to one thing; love. And of course, a kiss.

After three misjudged attempts Charles was on his feet again and stepping over Jack who nearly had his crotch in his face - whose fault that really was, was debateable. He made it all the way to the giant, circular door before stopping dead and saying, "I forgot where I parked the jet," and collapsed in a drunken stupor.

The End.