Rec: Paradise Naan by A.J. Hall
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tardis_libraryTitle: Paradise Naan
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Rating: Teen
Word Count/Length/Size: 3945
Creator's Summary: no summary
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Sybil Ramkin, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Death (Discworld), Myfanwy (Torchwood Pterodactyl), Gwen Cooper, DCI Swanson, Toshiko Sato
Warnings/Notes: none
Reasons for reccing: One of several brilliant crossovers by A.J. Hall - in this Discworld crossover Jack Harkness goes looking for some help when Myfanwy is ill and comes back with more than he bargained for.
He pressed the outstretched hand to his lips. "Captain Jack Harkness. Delighted to meet you, Lady Vimes."
"Don't worry about that sort of nonsense," she said briskly. "Call me Sybil. So. What's the poor little chap got wrong with him, then?"
His jaw must have dropped. She grinned. "Don't look so startled, man. I can tell when someone's been sitting up late with a sick dragon, all right."
At least, Jack hoped she'd said "tell". He was acutely conscious that pterodactyl vomit wasn't the classiest eau de cologne ever invented. Or the most unobtrusive, On the other hand, the English upper-classes had never been too squeamish about wading through shit themselves. At least, provided it was shit with a pedigree or, at least, the chance of a plum colonial possession at the other side of it.
"It's a she, actually. And – um – not exactly little. She's got a ten-foot wingspan when she stretches."
Lady Sybil's eyes widened. "Good God! Have you ever thought of mating her?"
Before he could respond, she added, "Still, size isn't everything. Some of those studs who've gone hell-bent on emphasising one factor above the rest have bred in all sorts of predispositions and weaknesses. Irresponsible. Whose pens did you get her from?"
"I didn't. She – just sort of showed up one day. So we kept her."
"Ah." It was amazing how much editorial commentary Lady Sybil managed to get into a monosyllable. "Grew too big for someone, I expect. Couldn't even be bothered to take her down to the Sunshine Sanctuary. Just threw her out on the street instead. Honestly! The necrosing marthambles is too good for some people."
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1048214
Creator:
Rating: Teen
Word Count/Length/Size: 3945
Creator's Summary: no summary
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Sybil Ramkin, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Death (Discworld), Myfanwy (Torchwood Pterodactyl), Gwen Cooper, DCI Swanson, Toshiko Sato
Warnings/Notes: none
Reasons for reccing: One of several brilliant crossovers by A.J. Hall - in this Discworld crossover Jack Harkness goes looking for some help when Myfanwy is ill and comes back with more than he bargained for.
He pressed the outstretched hand to his lips. "Captain Jack Harkness. Delighted to meet you, Lady Vimes."
"Don't worry about that sort of nonsense," she said briskly. "Call me Sybil. So. What's the poor little chap got wrong with him, then?"
His jaw must have dropped. She grinned. "Don't look so startled, man. I can tell when someone's been sitting up late with a sick dragon, all right."
At least, Jack hoped she'd said "tell". He was acutely conscious that pterodactyl vomit wasn't the classiest eau de cologne ever invented. Or the most unobtrusive, On the other hand, the English upper-classes had never been too squeamish about wading through shit themselves. At least, provided it was shit with a pedigree or, at least, the chance of a plum colonial possession at the other side of it.
"It's a she, actually. And – um – not exactly little. She's got a ten-foot wingspan when she stretches."
Lady Sybil's eyes widened. "Good God! Have you ever thought of mating her?"
Before he could respond, she added, "Still, size isn't everything. Some of those studs who've gone hell-bent on emphasising one factor above the rest have bred in all sorts of predispositions and weaknesses. Irresponsible. Whose pens did you get her from?"
"I didn't. She – just sort of showed up one day. So we kept her."
"Ah." It was amazing how much editorial commentary Lady Sybil managed to get into a monosyllable. "Grew too big for someone, I expect. Couldn't even be bothered to take her down to the Sunshine Sanctuary. Just threw her out on the street instead. Honestly! The necrosing marthambles is too good for some people."
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1048214