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Title: Time's Arrow 23/27(Explicit NC-17 Edit)
Author: DarkenTwisted
Rating: PG
Length: 4,316 words
Warnings: Spoilers  for RH Post 2:13,  DW Post 4:13, TW Post 2:13 (Explicit slash m/m content.)
Pairings: Y2KJack/Much, Robin/Guy, Gwen, Guy, Robin, Much, Y2KJack, Jack, Ianto, Mickey, Martha, Matilda, Rosa, Rhys, Allan, Kate, Little John, OCGoaler, surprise character.
Summary: Explicit rewrite of Chapter 23, of my ongoing crossover novella; Torchwod, Robin Hood, Doctor Who.
Dark subjects;  Angst, Sex, Forced sex.  Please don't read it if you don't care for it.  (PG edit in previous post.)
Disclaimer: All Characters Owned by BBC, BBC Wales, BBC America, Tiger Aspect Media.
Posting  this using Semagic, Thanks lankyguy for the suggest!  
As usual, props to my long-suffering beta, zooeyrye .  I love you babe! 
And to robinfanatic and aliciabmanley for spurring me along.

Previous Chapters Below:
Cover Art, Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 1415, 1617, 1819, 20, 21, 22 Explicit content chapter rewrites 6; 9




Chapter 23: Kill All My Demons
 
“Master Jack. I was just getting some equipment for Lady Gwen.” Much tried to act as calm as he could, given the circumstances.
 
“You don’t have to go so soon,” Jack purred as he stepped up behind the self-conscious outlaw. He slid up against the man and removed his cap running his hand through the blonde curls as his lips skimmed the nape of his neck.
 
Much quickly became aware of his arousal. “I really do have to get back,” he replied nervously.
 
“Really?” Jack smiled with just a hint of disappointment in his voice.
 
“Yes I do, Master Jack.” Much felt his resolve weakening.  He found this new Jack to be very dashing indeed. He leaned his head back as the other man ran hands down his body and soft lips kissed the nape of his neck. “Oh my…what is that scent you are wearing?”
 
“51st century pheromones,” said Jack as he ground his hips seductively against the other mans arse, leaving no doubt to his intentions.
 
“Ah, it is lovely.” Much murmured. His eyes were half open with lust and he felt hands loosening the laces of his leggings and reaching under his tunic to get at the soft skin underneath. He turned his head to let the Captain devour his mouth with his own, “I–I guess I could stay a few minutes.”
 
Jack undressed them both, lazily taking his time and enjoying the sensation of his latest conquest.  When both men were naked, they collapsed on the small bed together, a clash of hands mouths and hot skin.  Jack’s erection threatened to bore a hole of its own into the servant’s backside. Much cocked his eyes to the small nightstand, “Do you have any con-doms and lube?”

Jack’s sly grin said it all; “You catch on fast for a guy from the dark ages.”  He reached over and opened the drawer and pulled out the foil pack and small bottle.

“Allow me.” Much smiled as he expertly rolled the thin tube over the Torchwood leader’s length and slicked himself up.  He straddled Jack and sighed, his face the picture of calm and satisfaction, as it went in effortlessly.

“Oh, You do learn fast!”  Jack groaned at the unexpected pleasure of heat engulfing his member.

Much matched the other man’s thrust, with his hips, in perfect rhythm and felt each clip of Jacks cock to his pleasure spot, sending him closer.  The smell of sweat and future pheromones made him dizzy with lust. “I cannot last much longer.”

Whenever you’re ready, blue eyes, Jack managed to push out between thrust.

Before he could finish, he felt the blonde outlaws muscles tighten around him and the slick hot wetness of seed hit his chest, as Much came.  It drove him over the edge as the outlaw leaned down and pulled him in, sharing their moans in each other’s mouths.
***
 
An hour later both men were dressing. Much was lost in thought and unusually quiet. Jack leaned over and kissed his neck. “Penny for your thoughts?”
 
“I was just thinking how odd it is that eight years from now you’ll barely even notice me.”
 
Jack snorted as he slipped his tee shirt over his head. “I must be very distracted not to notice you, blue eyes.”
 
Much blushed. “Well, there is someone else.”
 
“Seriously?” Jack was more amused than surprised. “That’s hard to believe. I’m not exactly an exclusive dater.”
 
Much started to talk about Ianto but was halted by Jack’s hand, as he thumbed up his suspenders. “Don’t tell me anymore.  I wouldn’t want you to spoil it for me.” He grinned then turned serious. “Now, about you and Robin?”
 
“Robin and I?”  Much sighed.  “It is that obvious?”
 
“I can tell you are more than friends and that he doesn’t feel the same about you as you do him.”
 
“Robin…has had a difficult year,” Much lamented. “Speaking of him, I wonder where he is…”
 
“Robin?” Jack paused. “He asked to use the shooting range about an hour ago.”
 
Much suddenly panicked. “Is it still on the lower level?”
 
“It was when I cleaned up what was left of my team-mate in there last night.” He followed the blur of blonde outlaw as he raced to the door. “Where are you going?”
 
“I saw Gisborne going in that direction on the way here! I have to go! They must not be left alone together!”
 
“They’re grown men. I know they don’t like each other but they wouldn’t fight each other here…. Would they?”
 
Much shot Jack an obvious look. “Gisborne killed Lady Marian last year. I would not put anything past those two men, if left alone in the same room.”
 
***
 
1193
Sherwood Forest, England
 
The camp was filling fast with frightened women and children as Martha, Matilda and Rosa scrambled to help everyone settle in. “The entire village of Loxley must be here.” Matilda mused.
 
Martha was in near panic. “We can’t possibly feed them all for more than two days. I wish we could find the TARDIS.”
 
“What is a tard-dis?”  Rosa questioned as she adjusted little Alice, in the sling around her neck.
 
Martha tried her best to describe the Doctor’s time machine. When she got to the actual physical description Matilda’s eyes widened and she laughed.
 
“What’s so funny?” Martha looked at the older woman not sure whether to join in or be hurt at her amusement.
 
“Sounds like the new home of Ceris and her brood! Good luck getting it back, if it is.”
 
“Who is Ceris?”
 
“Robber, con-woman, general outlaw that one.” Rosa spat. “She and her bad-seed children have been causing trouble around these parts for years.” 
“Mixed with the sheriff last year, tryin’ to put one over on Robin and ’em.” Matilda added.
 
“Well, bad woman or not, I have to go convince her to give the TARDIS back.” 
 
“Not alone!” Rosa exclaimed.
 
“No, I’ll go with her.” Matilda answered. 
 
“Mum, you can’t fight her!”
 
Matilda looked at her daughter, wishing to tell her so much. It would surprise her to learn just what her mother had done before she was born and how, if she knew, she would have nothing to fear but the woman standing in front of her. This was why Matilda just smiled wistfully and tickled her granddaughter’s chin. “Mother can look after herself, my dear. You look after our little Alice and tend to the villagers. We’ll be back with supplies, once we find the Doctor’s box and get it back from that wench.”
 
“Robin!” Kate walked through the crowd wringing her hands as Matilda and Martha started to leave the camp.
 
“What is the matter, my child?” Matilda inquired. 
 
“Allan’s been captured by Jasper again!” She broke out in tears. “Matilda, I don’t know what to do. They’ll kill him this time. Where is Robin?”
 
Martha and Matilda exchanged glances. The young Torchwood medic tried her best to explain. “They left with the Doctor to find the old Sheriff.”
 
“We don’t have time to rescue him,” interjected Jack. “We have to gather the men of the village to hold off Prince John’s men.”
 
“You are just going to let Allan die in that dungeon?”
 
“We do not want to, Kate. We will try do rescue him after this is over.” John tried to console the distraught maiden.
 
The young woman shrugged his hand off her shoulder. “No, I will not let him die in the hands of that killer!” She focused her angry blue eyes on both men. “If you will not help him then I shall do it alone!”
 
“You cannot just go running into the dungeon in Nottingham and demand they release him,” John reasoned.
 
Kate hitched up her skirt and turned on her heels. “Watch me!”
 
 
***
 
2000
Cardiff, Wales
 
Robin was on the Sheriff in a heartbeat. His green eyes flashed as he landed the first punch. “You…are not worthy of uttering her name!” 
 
Gisborne shook off the blossoming pain in his jaw and launched onto the outlaw with both fists, ridding himself of his pent up rage. “Why didn’t you just leave well enough alone, Loxley? I would have had my manor, my title, my wife.”
 
Robin crumpled from the blows but recovered quickly and lunged back at the subject of his anger. He connected another blow to his adversary’s cheek. “All those things were never yours Gisborne! You didn’t earn them, you stole them!”
 
“How could I steal what was readily just lying about? You abandoned them Loxley!” Gisborne spat blood and sneered. “You ran off to your glory in Acre.” He grinned manically. “Did you really think they would be waiting for you when you returned from playing soldier boy with your snivelling little manservant?”
 
“It was my birthright, something you will never know, you bastard! You had to take my title because of the truth. You’ll never be worthy of the one you carry. What king would give title to a man whose father would not even wed his mother?” The look of fury on the dark-haired man’s face, at the revelation of his darkest secret, made the former earl grin wickedly. He had hit a nerve.
 
Gisborne roared like Satan himself, attacking the outlaw and slamming him so hard into the wall, they both lost breath. Hands ripped at clothes and skin, as their eyes flashed the murderous hate they felt for one another.
 
When exactly, the fight turned to something else, neither man was sure, for anything besides destruction of the other, was the last thing on their minds. Robin held the traitor in a headlock, from behind and was getting disturbingly aroused, despite the thoughts of violence flashing through his mind.  What was even stranger was that Gisborne found himself grinding back into the archer’s groin. Gasps of pain suddenly mixed with unexpected groans of pleasure from the knight. It only made the archer all the more sadistic in his attempts to humiliate the creator of his torment.  He fumbled in the sheriff’s pockets till he found the sharp blade and palmed it at the other man’s neck.
 
Guy yelped as the outlaw sank his teeth into his ear hard enough to draw blood. “No! You shall not enjoy this you bastard.” Robin hissed, through a mouthful of bile and the sheriff’s blood, as he tore at the laces over his crotch to free his stiffening length. “Do not even fucking try to enjoy this! You are giving me the wedding night you denied my wife and I!”

The traitor’s leather leggings were roughly ripped away, exposing the soft pale flesh beneath.  It bruised easily and oh so satisfactorily, under the archer’s rough hands.
Gisbourne surprised himself at how he didn’t even try to put up a fight.  He grunted as Robin entered him dry, with an angry hiss.  The pain was searing but he barely noticed.  He needed to feel it as much as the outlaw inflicting, it needed to dish it out.  

Robin let out a stream of obscenities as he continued abusing the man who left him with nothing but hate.  There was no sign of tenderness to the act; the onslaught was rough, ragged and raw.  Instead of a lovers embrace, both men tore into each other like two feral cats as they clung precariously to the humanity that threatened to leave them at any moment.  Bruised lips clashed together as they tasted the copper of each other’s blood, trying desperately to recover some remnant of the woman they loved. 

When Robin came, there was little relief and it had nothing to do with release.  The outlaw felt the nausea and loathing well up as he emptied his seed deep into the other man.  He cried out in anguish as he shoved his enemy away from him and left Gisbourne crumpled on the floor, weeping and bleeding.  The archer clutched his sides as he fell to his knees and wretched.  He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, leaving a streak of blood and bile.
 
***
 
When they could move again, they both dressed in silence, in what remained of their clothing. Robin was first to break the awkward stillness. His voice gravelled as he spoke. “What happened here tonight never leaves this room. Heed my words Gisborne,” he said calmly, almost entranced. “If I ever find myself alone with you again, you will die. I only let you live now to save Nottingham.”
 
Gisborne looked over his shoulder, not really focussing on the outlaw as he sneered. “My how poor Lord Loxley has fallen. You bedded your enemy and the best you can come up with now, are idle threats, Hood?”
 
“It is not an idle threat.” Robin stared emotionlessly ahead at a spot on the wall, not turning to meet the eyes of the man he loathed. “Someday I will kill you for what you have done.”
 
Gisborne picked up his coat and started to make his way painfully out the door. “You can’t kill what is already dead you fool. I died that day in the Holy Land when I killed Marian.”
 
He walked out of the room as Robin continued to stare at the small spot on the wall and took a deep breath. One lone tear ran down his scraped and bruised cheek. “As did I.”
 
***
 
Gwen went to the showers in the locker room with cautious reservation. The sound of running water was accompanied by the sound of a man crying. Guy was standing under the shower stream naked, with his hand over his eyes, as the hot spray reddened his pale bruised and scratched skin. A lazy trail of water, mixed with blood and other fluids, made its way to the drain. 
 
He didn’t hear her enter as she walked up, moved behind and wrapped her arms around him. He turned and looked at her with frantic, pleading in his eyes and cried harder as she embraced him.
 
***
 
Guy dried himself off with the towel, not meeting her eyes, while she tended to his cuts. “How did you know I was here?” he asked.
 
“Much came and told me. He’s tending to Robin’s wounds as we speak.”  Gwen looked up at him. “I would lecture you, but it seems you caught the worst end of it.” 
 
“I deserved it,” he murmured sadly. “I urged him on.”
 
Gwen smoothed her hair back and focussed on him. “Both of you need to stop this.  Fighting Robin will not help us get any closer to catching Vaisey and saving Nottingham.”
 
He nodded numbly as she spoke. “I’ll stay out of his way till we are back home.”
 
“See to it that you do that!” She levelled her eyes at the sheriff. “Cos if I ever see you go near him again, I’ll kill you myself!” 
 
She reached in a locker and threw a set of scrubs at him. “Wear these. I’ll see if I can repair your leggings.”
Gwen left the room as he got dressed, dwelling on the menacing threat he knew very well was not idle.
 
***
 
On the way back to the control centre she passed by the infirmary where Much was tending to Robin’s injuries.
 
“Oww!” Robin drew back as Much dabbed at the abrasion on his cheek with a piece of gauze.
 
“Hold still Master,” Much totted.
 
“As usual, if my wounds will not kill me your bedside manner will.” Robin grimaced.
 
“You are lucky it was not one of Guy’s Saracen knives that killed you!” the blonde outlaw fussed. “Really master, this is not helping us find the Sheriff.”
 
“Gisborne started it!” Robin glared at his friend.
Gwen sighed. “Much?”
 
“Yes Lady Gwen?” he said.
 
“I need a word with Robin, if you don’t mind.”
 
Much studied the dark haired woman then looked at Robin. “All right. But this is not over master, I will tie you to the nearest wall if I have to, if it will keep you away from that madman and safe till we get home!” He glared at Robin. “I mean it!”
 
Gwen took the gauze pad and antiseptic from Much as he left and walked over to Robin.  She placed her hand under his chin delicately and swabbed at the bruises and scratches. “So, you want to tell me what happened?”
 
“I was shooting at targets. Gisborne snuck up behind me.”
 
“He asked permission to go practice his knife throwing. I told him to use the range. I didn’t know Jack had given you permission to use it as well. Why did you confront him?”
 
“He started talking about Marian. I wanted him to stop. So I hit him. Then we fought.”  Robin shrugged.
 
Gwen stopped swabbing and looked into his eyes. “It was more than that, wasn’t it?”
 
“We fought.”  Robin stated flatly, his eyes gleaming with anger.
 
Gwen cast him a rueful gaze. “I know what it looks like when two men fight over a woman.”  She leaned in to the archer, her half-whispered words dripping with contempt. “I also know what it looks like when someone has been violated and humiliated to the point that they try to scrub their skin off.” Her dark eyes glistened at the memory. “I held him while he cried like a baby in my arms. It wasn’t just fighting that happened in there.”  She could barely contain her anger as she spoke. “He may be a bad man, Robin but what you did to him, nobody deserves.”
 
The archer reddened at her accusation. “Whose side are you on, Gwen?”
 
“I am not on anybody’s side! I am a Torchwood Agent and it is my job to get you both back to your own time safely and without anymore incident!” She grabbed his jaw with her hand, bringing his eyes to hers. “Listen to me, Robin. You and Guy will not bring your fight within these walls. Is that clear?” Robin opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by her murderous stare. “I said, is that clear?!”
 
He nodded yes, meekly.
 
She released his chin and looked away. “Thank you. Now go. Dinner will be here in a minute. We’ll eat – then talk about the search.”
 
Robin left the infirmary, passing Jack on the way out. Jack walked up behind Gwen with his hands in his pockets. “So, that’s why I am going to hire you.”
 
“You heard.”
 
“Yep, thanks to that conversation and some very interesting CCTV footage of some not so noble, noblemen’s activities in the shooting range, I got the whole story.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “You certainly handled the situation well."
 
Gwen sighed and shrugged, smiling and taking his hand in hers. “Thank you, Jack, but you’re wrong. That’s not why you hired me.”
 
Jack shot an eyebrow up in amusement. “Oh it isn’t?”
 
“No.” Gwen cleaned up the mess and turned to leave. “It’s why, when this is all over, you are giving me a raise."
 
She left the infirmary smiling, followed by the warm sound of Jack’s surprised laughter.
 
***
 
1193
Nottingham Castle, England
 
It seemed like forever that Allan hung chained to the wall. What didn’t hurt was so numb he couldn’t feel it anymore. He was past crying – only dry sobs would come out.
I’m goin’ to die here, he thought to himself. No one even considers me worth the risk.
 
Suddenly cool hands were on him and a voice out of nowhere caught in his ear. He turned to see the one face he never expected to see again, as Marian Fitzwalter smiled at him. She was just as he remembered last seeing her, in flowing white robes and lovely wavy brown hair. 
“You are worth saving Allan A Dale,” she said. 
 
“You ain’t real,” the outlaw reasoned. “You’re dead.”
 
“And what if I am?”
 
“That means I am dead…or dying.” Allan swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t happen to have a key for these?”
 
“You are not dying Allan.” She said matter-of-factly then gestured towards the manacles. “Sorry, I don’t have a key. They do not issue skeleton keys in Heaven.”
 
“Still cheeky.” Allan smiled in a bittersweet way. “Well if you are not here to carry my soul away or bust me out of here, I don’t have much use for you now, do I, love?”
 
“Oh you are not going to make this easy are you, my hero?” Marian looked at him with sudden sorrow in her bright blue eyes.
 
“I’m not anybody’s hero.” Allan replied looking away. “I left you in Gis and the Sheriff’s hands to die. I ran away like a bleedin’ coward.”
 
“You ran to save Robin and the gang!” She shot him an angry glare.  “You saved the king and in doing that, you saved England!”
 
“I didn’t save you.” Allan was choking on his own voice.
 
“You saved me, Allan A Dale. Your actions allowed me to be with the man I loved. I got to become Marian Loxley for the briefest of moments on earth and I am eternally grateful for that.” She kissed his bruised cheek as he cried.
 
“Take me with you…this it hurts too much. I don’t want to tell them about the camp. Don’t let me betray Robin again.”
 
“I did not say you would not be rescued.” She looked at the heavy wooden door as keys scraped the lock. Marian turned and focussed on him, her bright blue eyes beamed. “Before I go, I need you to tell Robin this.” She whispered in his ear and was gone as the door opened.
 
“Marian?” Allan could barely stay conscious as he passed in and out of the haze of consciousness that sickened his stomach and made his head spin. He heard another familiar female voice coming toward the cell but the words weren’t clear. He wondered if this too was a dream.
 
“I know he has it!  He is a common thief and I want it back!” Kate spat at the gaoler. “And don’t you be telling me he does not have it either! I know how you guards are! You will kill him and keep it for yourself.”
 
“Steady, girl! If he has it I will retrieve it for you. I certainly do not want Lord Jasper’s handmaiden getting word back to him that I was not cooperatin’.” Rough hands felt under the outlaw’s tunic. The gaoler smirked as he rummaged through pockets “Stealin’ a necklace from such a pretty maiden. I am goin’ to enjoy taking your hands over that one!”
 
Kate stood behind the gaoler and fumbled for the heavy iron ladle in a bucket of stale water. “Did you find it?”
 
“I got it,” the gaoler replied. Just as he turned to hand the informant the piece of jewellery she creased his forehead with the heavy utensil.
 
“Clearly.” She smirked as she searched for the keys to free Allan from his miserable situation. 
 
By this time Allan realized he wasn’t hallucinating and this wasn’t a dream. “What are you doing, Kate?”
 
She stopped and smiled at him. “Why, I do believe, I’m saving you, my love.”
 
“Now this isn’t embarrassing at all,” he mused.
 
“Oh I am so sorry, dear,” Kate laughed. “I did not realise you were having so much fun.” She made as if to walk out of the cell and Allan shouted hoarsely after her. “Hey! Come back here.” He chuckled then winced from the pain. “And stop makin’ me laugh woman.”
 
Kate stopped long enough to replace the necklace around his neck. “This came in handy.” 
 
“I was wondering what you were gettin’ at.” Allan smiled. He looked at Kate questioning. “Did you see her?”
 
“See who?”
 
Allan, decided she wouldn’t believe him if he told her. “Nobody, I must’ve been dreaming.”
 
“Can you walk?”
 
“I can try,” he replied.
 
Kate tried to help Allan walk but when he put pressure on his injured legs he yelped in agony. “Guess those are broken.” She noted as she shouldered the poacher’s head while he whimpered.
 
“Yeah, they ran out of stuff higher up, to torture.” Allan grimaced, as he looked down at his ruined legs. They made it only a short distance to the courtyard until Allan could no longer bear the pain.
 
“We are going to need something to put you in, to carry you back to the camp.” Kate bit her lip then brightened at finding the perfect mode of transport right in front of them.
 
Allan followed her line of sight to the manure cart and mule. His good eye enlarged in disgust. “Oh you’ve got to be bloody kiddin’ me!”
 
“Your chariot awaits my dear.” Kate laughed as she sat him on the edge of the cart and hitched herself up front and grabbed the reins. “No better place to hide than under a pile of shite. No one would want to look there.” 
 
Allan gingerly and reluctantly, climbed into the back and heaped the offal on top of himself, groaning as he did, eliciting giggles from Kate as she shook the bridle and the mule started down the path.
 
***
 
Jack, John, Rhys and Ianto gathered on the crest of the hill as the lights from the glowing torches made their way toward Loxley.
 
“Ellison’s men.” Little John said wearily as he saw the precession riding by. “They will stop off at Loxley first to meet with Jasper.” He looked at Jack. “What do we do if Robin does not return with Gisborne?”
 
Jack pulled the hood of his tunic up over his head. “Whatever we have to, John.” He shouldered the re-curved bow and quiver as he smiled evilly. “If they want a fight with Robin Hood, then it will be a fight with Robin Hood they’ll get.” 
 
Ianto groaned and rolled his eyes, “How did I know you would say that?”
 
Jack glared boyishly at his cheeky assistant. “What?!”

Next Week…Chapter 24.
Set the World on Fire!

Comments

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thestorymaker
Feb. 16th, 2009 01:12 am (UTC)
Phew, finally caught up,nine chapters of reading in one go - fantastic.

Brilliant fic my dear, I just love the web you're weaving, so many different threads to follow but everything brilliantly weaved together. You've put mass thought into this entire piece and it works fabulously. I have laughed, smiled, near cried, felt woeful - it's like an emotional rollercoaster at every turn of a chapter.

And could you fit in anymore charcaters!! It's like a character reunion of both shows. You even fitted in some Carter/Much which made me squeeful. Making Matilda part of the time agency was a great twist on the entire explanation of the VM necklace and weaving her a whole backstory, greatness!

I also love the two very different Jack's you present and still in keeping with the TW show. And also, keeping Guy the badguy but at the same time giving us his perspective on the situation, although it's unnerving to feel anything other than dislike for him considering what he did to Marian. Using Gwen as the person through which we see him in a different light is very clever because it's her role in the TW team.

Honestly is just all frikkin awesomeness. So glad I've found time to play catch up!

Added to my memories

Can't wait for the next part when it arrives.

xx
darkentwisted
Feb. 16th, 2009 06:31 pm (UTC)
Writing Y2KJack is cathartic, He is, as River described the Doctor,'unfinished.'

He is still as brash and impetuous as the Jack they left on satellite 5 but he's starting to fill the greatcoat of the Jack we know from Torchwood.

Matilda seemed like a perfect candidate for a 'time squatter'.
She seemed to have knowledge beyond that of the 12th century in 'Ducking and Diving.' And what a perfect foil for Jack!

I'm counting on you and robinfanatic to gamma mine and zooeyrye's work before I move TA to its final home on fanfiction.net

If you told me I would finish writing a novel this year, a year ago I would have laughed. (Strike one out on the 'bucket list'!)
thestorymaker
Feb. 16th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
There are a few errors which have slipped through the net but I don't wish to litter your chapters with crit comments, I'll make a list and send it to you x

I hope FF.Net appreciate the awesomeness as much as we do

xx
darkentwisted
Feb. 16th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
You're the best!

I feel like the dust is finally blowing off my writing skills but more than one objective eye is always welcome.

robinfanatic
Feb. 17th, 2009 02:15 am (UTC)
Are you also adding links to it on any LJ Torchwood or Dr. Who fic sites?

ah...gamma? okay...I'll keep my eyes pealed & let you know in a PM.

congrats on crossing something off your bucket list! way to go!
robinfanatic
Feb. 16th, 2009 12:43 pm (UTC)
Glad to see Much is having a good time with y2K Jack... Much deserves all the lovin' he can get!

You write both Jacks really well. I've only seen one or 2 of the Dr. Who episodes with y2K Jacks but the differences are obvious.

oh dear....ugly ugly Robin...talk about revenge. Robin is in so much pain and you've painted a really dark picture of him. It's interesting that both our minds were on a simliar track, taking Robin down that road, but your version, dark!Robin driven by vengeance is a so much more appropriate response than where my Robin was in Darkest before the Dawn. Guy deserves it (well, a sword thru his gut would be good, too). Not sure I like that Gwen gave the man a hug after that scene. I don't care how much Guy might be hurting, Gwen needs to watch her back!

Guy crying - hm.... I will not feel sorry for broken!Guy. I will not!

Another great ch. and only 4 more to go! oh noes! Looking forward to seeing how it all comes together at the end, but then again, not looking forward to it ending!
darkentwisted
Feb. 16th, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
I think Gwen is the kind of girl who brought injured wild animals home and nursed them as a child. She has a 'fix it' mentality toward Guy. She knows he's dangerous but sees beyond that as Marian did. (This is spawning a chapter 25 plotbunny!)

I am afraid my writing Robin has been coloured by Jonas' decision to leave the show after this series. I really wanna just mess with his character and tear him up. Did I go too dark? Although technically he did 'rape' Guy, Gisbourne could have stopped Robin and didn't.

I love the freedom of this series, After all this is the 'Torchwood version' of Robin Hood and Doctor Who, so I can be as bad and dirty as I wanna be. Expect more dark twist and turns in the next 4!
robinfanatic
Feb. 17th, 2009 02:42 am (UTC)
I just don't trust Giz not to hurt Gwen but see your points. ooooohhhhh plot bunny...can't wait!!

re dark!Robin: he's kinda backed into a corner since he has reasons for not just killing Gisborne out-right. It's really ugly but I'd never suggest you change a thing. Robin's reaction at the end of the rape scene shows us that he still has a bit of humanity left. Do you think you would have gone this dark if Jonas wasn't backing out after s3?

Guy is just dead inside, almost a shell of a man, after what he did in 2x13 so his submission to Robin is understandable. It will be interesting to see how he's portrayed in s3. Thought I remember reading somewhere that he hits the bottle.

aliciabmanley
Feb. 17th, 2009 06:15 pm (UTC)
Okay. First, Gisborne is a total pitcher...

No, but seriously. I'm totally shaken. My poor Gis. I really feel like a couple of rounds of bitch-slap-fu with Robin. And the fact that Guy just accepted it as some sort of pennance just broke my heart in two! You wrote it well, though. And it's good story. Makes me want to steal the batteries from your iPod and hide your TV remote. I guess I'm truthfully, but begrudgingly saying "job well done."

Second, I love that you worked Lady Loxley into the story. Things just don't seem right without her, eh? Can't wait to hear what she whispered.

Next, I'm really glad you let Much and Jack have a go. Definite thumbs up. Much needs love like everything.

Of course, you're wonderful....but I'm still pursing my lips in your general direction.

I think your nom de plum should be "Max Slash." All that's left now is to work my gorgeous, brilliant Captain John Hart in somehow and let him "comfort" my darling Guy.

(**sigh** My poor Guy. I can't believe you did that to him! I suppose I'll forgive you soon!)
darkentwisted
Feb. 17th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
*Looks around confused*
Hey! Someone lifted my Ipod batteries and TV remote!

Oh nooo's! I have no choice but to...Write more slashy pr0n where Gisbourne gets it in the end, by Robin. (Pun intended :P)

No, I don't know what twisted little black bunny led me down that road. Do I feel guilty, Oh yeah! But I wouldn't change a word. (Unless some fanfic publishing house paid me big bucks to! =D)

Perhaps Capt. Hart will make an appearance, who knows? I've defiled every other character in my little RH/TW/DW Alternate Universe.

(And John does love being defiled. ;-))

I will make it up to Guy, I promise. (fingers crossed behind back)

*hfr*
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