im_torchwood | Fin and Willy

Fin and Willy

Jack drove to Fin's in the West End, following the man's instructions. The building was beautiful- Jack couldn't fault the architecture of gentrification.

"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."

His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.

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It was all memory from here, a familiar routine that took him upstairs to his flat and let them both in.

"Will?" he called out, hoping the fae was here.

Willy sauntered out dressed in black jeans and a black shirt with a logo so faded it was impossible to say what it was. His hair was wild and unruly and his skin as pale as ever. Emerald green eyes raked over the man with his love.

"Evermore," he said warmly, fluidly crossing the distance to kiss Fin. "This is your new friend?"

"Captain Jack Harkness," he interjected, offering his hand.

"We met on my way home from the audition," Fin said, nodding a bit and wishing he could see Willy's face.

Willy took Jack's hand and locked eyes with him for a long moment.

"You are not mortal," the fae said.

Jack's eyebrows rose and he pulled his hand away. He wasn't used to being caught out like that. At all. But it was clear this man knew and Jack couldn't lie.

"Not for a long time," he said.

"What are you?"

"Just a man. Really...I'm just a man."

"What do you mean, not mortal? Is he fae, like you Will?" Fin asked nervously. "Or is he like me..."

Whatever it was Fin was now. He wasn't sure there was a name for it.

"Fae? He's a faerie?" Jack said and instantly backed up and reached for his gun. He knew it wouldn't do much but it would get him out.

"Just stay back," he ordered.

Fin couldn't see what was happening, but he could tell it wasn't good. Right away he stepped in front of Will, protecting him.

"Oi! Don't you talk to him like that," he snapped.

Jack wasn't about to shoot Fin and his gun didn't rise.

"My friend, be calm," Willy said, and the room filled with the perfume of roses and sandalwood and a wave of peace passed over all of them. Jack lost the tension in his shoulders, but it didn't dull his mind.

"Finlay, you've got to get away from him. His kind are ancient and dangerous," he insisted.

"Yeah, I know," Fin repled, leaning back against Willy as the magic made him relax a little. "Willy's different though. He's got a good heart. He saved my life, twice. "

"You know?" Jack asked, truly confused. He looked at the pair, the tall and placid fae and the smaller serene man and they did not match up with what Jack knew to be true.

"Faeries are killers," he said.

"So are some people," Fin argued. "Willy's a good fae though. If you can't be kind to him, you're not welcome in my home."

Jack slowly lowered his gun. And then a bit more.

"I have never in my life heard of a good faerie outside of cartoons," he said.

"Well that's not Willy's fault, is it Will?" Fin replied, tipping his head back to try and look up at the fae.

Willy put his arms around FIn and ducked his head to nuzzle the little mortal's hair. Calm continued to radiate off of him.

"Some of my kin are quite frightening, the Unseelie more than my kind," he said.

"There's different kinds of faeries?" Jack asked.

"But of course, my friend. Put your gun away and come join us," Willy purred.

Fin was almost instantly soothed, and he was practically purring as Willy touched and nuzzled him.

"Mmm, yeah, no guns. I hate guns," he murmured. far calmer than he'd have otherwise been at the mention of a gun.

Jack wasn't quite as subdued but the calming enchantment affected him nonetheless. He put his gun away and slowly came closer...and he began to touch Fin, too.

"No guns," he promised.

The tall fae only smiled.

Fin was so relaxed that he hardly noticed Jack join them, but he wanted to be alert, and he wanted o be there...

"No magic, Will. No magic- Please?" he said softly. "We should- We should all talk a bit first," he added as his head cleared a little. "We shouldn't be total strangers."

Willy's enchantment evaporated but his hands remained on Fin. Jack recognized it for what it was...possessiveness. They might invite him for the night, but not for breakfast. And he was fine with that.

"My name is Jack Harkness, Will. I just moved to London," he said.

"And you are immortal," the fae said.

Jack hesitated. "Well...yeah," he said. "That doesn't mean I go in for anything super kinky..."

Willy laughed at that and turned Fin so he could look into the young man's eyes.

"This is who you choose to spread your wings?" the fae asked. "You have interesting taste, my love."

Fin looked flustered, and he wet his lips nervously. "I didn't know you were... You know. Not human. It just- I dunno. God this is awkward- Does anyone want tea? I suddenly want tea."

"No, Fin...I'm human. I am," he said. "That didn't change when I became...this," he promised.

"Tea would be wonderful. Jasmine, please?" Willy said then, content to let Fin serve him.

"Yeah, of course- I'll get a tray," Fin offered, leaving the pair alone while he went to make tea.

With Fin gone, Willy approached Jack and spoke in low tones. He enchanted the mortal, confusing him a little, then soothing him and relaxing him. Willy got Jack to take off his coat and unbutton his shirt a bit.

"I came from Cardiff," Jack said again.

"Cardiff is a lovely city," Willy replied, reaching out to touch Jack. It was clear Jack was a bit out of his depth...he'd thought he was coming her to seduce a couple and instead he was being seduced.

And he was fine with that.

"Oi," Fin said, returning with the tray. "I can hear you, Will- I can feel that too- I said no magic. You can't go around charming people. What if he's changed his mind and doesn't want to be with us, hmm? He's clearly not keen on fae. Even I can see that, and I'm blind."

"No magic at all?" Willy said, then sighed and waved his hand.

Jack's sight cleared immediately and he tried to get a grip on what was happening.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" he asked Willy. "I know some about Finlay. How'd you get together with him?"

"He is the chosen one," Willy replied. "He is my evermore. He completes me and without him I will die."

Jack paused. "So it's serious, then?" he teased.

"Willy made a deal with me. He got me noticed at the theatre where I was working, and in return I served him for a year," Fin explained, pouring them all tea as he spoke.

Despite being fairly blind, he prepared the tea with surprising grace, never faltering or spilling a drop.

"Then I died. ...Nearly died. I had a bad heart and we were bickering- and it just gave out. Will saved me with a spell, but it didn't last. He could have let me die, we weren't involved then really- But he didn't. Soon enough we were falling for one another, and he found a more permanent solution for my heart."

He paused then, raising a brow at Willy. "I still don't understand the whole 'chosen one' thing, but I love Willy, and he loves me. ...It's as serious as any relationship can be, I imagine."

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