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jinxed_wood (TW/Fringe; PG)
I missed crossover day (and a lot of other days), but I really wanted to get this rec in since it's a crossover with the only show I'm actually caught up on besides Torchwood.
Fandom: Torchwood/Fringe
Pairing: None; Jack, Walter, Peter, Astrid
Length: 2680
Author on LJ:jinxed_wood
Author's Website: Jinxed_Wood's Hideout
Why this must be read: I am a huge fan of Fringe and was over the moon to read this gem. It's bittersweet, seeing Walter through Jack's eyes and Jack's memories. He's not there to catch up with Walter. He's there to get something out of Walter and Walter resists in his own way. And Jack has no choice but to wait out Walter's stubbornness. It's a great fic filled with quiet moments of remembrance and failure. It brings out the strangeness of Fringe and Walter specifically while still staying true to Jack's characterization on Torchwood.
Excellent, excellent fic.
Jack wasn't sure if Walter’s words were meant for him, or if he was talking to himself, but he let him ramble on as he tried to collect himself. He'd thought he'd been ready to see Walter after all these years, but he hadn't been prepared for the deep lines etched into his face, or the confusion and sorrow in his eyes. Where was the Walter he'd known? Had that bright and brilliant man died all those years ago? It took him a moment to register the fact Walter was putting on his coat and leaving. "Walter, where are you going?"
"I'm going for a milkshake," he said. "My assistant said she'd get me one, but she hasn't come back yet; and Peter....I don't know where Peter...is..." He looked around the room, and Jacks eyes followed him.
"Walter, is that a cow in the corner?"
"Yes, but I don't have an ice cream maker, so we have to go to the diner."
Jack was relatively sure that Walter was making sense on some level. Then, the name clicked. "Peter? Peter is here?" Broyles hadn't mentioned that.
"Of course he isn't. Are you blind as well as deaf?” Walter snapped. "Do you see him here? Didn't I just say he wasn't here?"
Jack swallowed, he wasn't sure how to handle this older, madder version of the man he'd once called a friend. "Sorry, Walter."
"Yes, well..." He pulled on his gloves and wandered towards the door.
"Walter, could you wait just a moment, I need to talk—"
"No, no talk," Walter said, suddenly agitated. "I'm going to the diner."
"But Walter—" Jack stopped. Maybe he was taking the wrong tack. "I'll join you."
"Huh" Walter stared at him, searching his face. For a moment, Jack saw a spark of intellect, of understanding. "Do you like strawberries?" he asked.
Favours Found byjinxed_wood
Fandom: Torchwood/Fringe
Pairing: None; Jack, Walter, Peter, Astrid
Length: 2680
Author on LJ:
jinxed_woodAuthor's Website: Jinxed_Wood's Hideout
Why this must be read: I am a huge fan of Fringe and was over the moon to read this gem. It's bittersweet, seeing Walter through Jack's eyes and Jack's memories. He's not there to catch up with Walter. He's there to get something out of Walter and Walter resists in his own way. And Jack has no choice but to wait out Walter's stubbornness. It's a great fic filled with quiet moments of remembrance and failure. It brings out the strangeness of Fringe and Walter specifically while still staying true to Jack's characterization on Torchwood.
Excellent, excellent fic.
Jack wasn't sure if Walter’s words were meant for him, or if he was talking to himself, but he let him ramble on as he tried to collect himself. He'd thought he'd been ready to see Walter after all these years, but he hadn't been prepared for the deep lines etched into his face, or the confusion and sorrow in his eyes. Where was the Walter he'd known? Had that bright and brilliant man died all those years ago? It took him a moment to register the fact Walter was putting on his coat and leaving. "Walter, where are you going?"
"I'm going for a milkshake," he said. "My assistant said she'd get me one, but she hasn't come back yet; and Peter....I don't know where Peter...is..." He looked around the room, and Jacks eyes followed him.
"Walter, is that a cow in the corner?"
"Yes, but I don't have an ice cream maker, so we have to go to the diner."
Jack was relatively sure that Walter was making sense on some level. Then, the name clicked. "Peter? Peter is here?" Broyles hadn't mentioned that.
"Of course he isn't. Are you blind as well as deaf?” Walter snapped. "Do you see him here? Didn't I just say he wasn't here?"
Jack swallowed, he wasn't sure how to handle this older, madder version of the man he'd once called a friend. "Sorry, Walter."
"Yes, well..." He pulled on his gloves and wandered towards the door.
"Walter, could you wait just a moment, I need to talk—"
"No, no talk," Walter said, suddenly agitated. "I'm going to the diner."
"But Walter—" Jack stopped. Maybe he was taking the wrong tack. "I'll join you."
"Huh" Walter stared at him, searching his face. For a moment, Jack saw a spark of intellect, of understanding. "Do you like strawberries?" he asked.
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