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twincityhackershort, short Ianto/Thirteen Torchwood/House crossover. written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karaokegal who wanted the two written off so they wouldn't go with any other characters.
I like them, and spent more time on the set up than the actually meeting bit 'cause I can't write believable romance.
When her fellowship ended, Thirteen - because that silly little name had stuck - leaned for herself that there was no leaving House's influence, even though she had left the man.
However, Wales was far enough that the stories about him were exaggerated enough that you couldn't believe them. She wouldn't believe them herself if she hadn't been the the hapless fellow in a few of them.
Either way, Cardiff Royal hospital had a need for a diagnostic physician, and blue card in hand, she moved across the pond. And got a serious slam in her bank account.
More pleasantly, she slammed into a handsome Welshman while he and his boss were interviewing a patient that had broken out in green and blue spots. The Welshman took her aside while his boss, a fellow American, continued questioning.
"You're the primary on this case, Doctor?"
"You lot are taking her, aren't you?"
"We're afraid that she's caught a variant of Hornberg-Sacks..."
"Hornberg-Sacks attacks the nervous system, and ends in seizures. She has pulmonry distress, collapse of the circulatory system, and a little bit of the 'flu."
"Really." he raised an eyebrow.
"You're special ops, so I'm thinking this is a engineered disease by a terrorist group." Thirteen said. "Or are you going to tell me that this is some alien virus from the Iscar system?"
"The Jovian system, actually."
"I bet your boss is an alien, too."
"Human from the future."
"You're completely mad, aren't you?"
He smirked, a bit. "Completely stable."
"Ianto!" His boss broke in, "You ready to go?" Thirteen turned back, and the American had been joined by too other people, and the patient had been been closed up in a biohazard medical bag.
"Ready when you are, sir."
The boss clasped her hand firmly and shook it. "Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor... Doctor. Now, for help why don't you let Ianto here take out for lunch..."
The lunch was nice. Ianto kept trying to get her drinks, but Thirteen stubbornly stuck with bottled water that never seemed to leave her grip.
At the end of lunch, she got his phone number instead of a ret-conning. Not that it would have mattered, as a new patient with the same symptoms came in the next day and would have triggered her memories...
THE END.
karaokegal who wanted the two written off so they wouldn't go with any other characters.I like them, and spent more time on the set up than the actually meeting bit 'cause I can't write believable romance.
When her fellowship ended, Thirteen - because that silly little name had stuck - leaned for herself that there was no leaving House's influence, even though she had left the man.
However, Wales was far enough that the stories about him were exaggerated enough that you couldn't believe them. She wouldn't believe them herself if she hadn't been the the hapless fellow in a few of them.
Either way, Cardiff Royal hospital had a need for a diagnostic physician, and blue card in hand, she moved across the pond. And got a serious slam in her bank account.
More pleasantly, she slammed into a handsome Welshman while he and his boss were interviewing a patient that had broken out in green and blue spots. The Welshman took her aside while his boss, a fellow American, continued questioning.
"You're the primary on this case, Doctor?"
"You lot are taking her, aren't you?"
"We're afraid that she's caught a variant of Hornberg-Sacks..."
"Hornberg-Sacks attacks the nervous system, and ends in seizures. She has pulmonry distress, collapse of the circulatory system, and a little bit of the 'flu."
"Really." he raised an eyebrow.
"You're special ops, so I'm thinking this is a engineered disease by a terrorist group." Thirteen said. "Or are you going to tell me that this is some alien virus from the Iscar system?"
"The Jovian system, actually."
"I bet your boss is an alien, too."
"Human from the future."
"You're completely mad, aren't you?"
He smirked, a bit. "Completely stable."
"Ianto!" His boss broke in, "You ready to go?" Thirteen turned back, and the American had been joined by too other people, and the patient had been been closed up in a biohazard medical bag.
"Ready when you are, sir."
The boss clasped her hand firmly and shook it. "Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor... Doctor. Now, for help why don't you let Ianto here take out for lunch..."
The lunch was nice. Ianto kept trying to get her drinks, but Thirteen stubbornly stuck with bottled water that never seemed to leave her grip.
At the end of lunch, she got his phone number instead of a ret-conning. Not that it would have mattered, as a new patient with the same symptoms came in the next day and would have triggered her memories...
THE END.
