Torchwood Five : The First Day Blues (1/3)
Title: Torchwood Five : The First Day Blues
Rating: 15
Setting: After Torchwood - Children of Earth
Characters: Gwen, Johnson, Captain John Hart
Word count: 618
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hail the BBC.
Gwen first suspected the all-new Torchwood Five wasn’t going to work when she saw Johnson shoot Captain John.
“Oh my god,” she gasped and raced out of her office at high speed. A bored looking Johnson was just raising her gun for the finishing shot to John Hart’s head when Gwen jumped in between them. “What the bleeding hell do you think you’re doing?”
Johnson sighed and rolled her eyes. “Getting myself some peace and quiet.”
“She shot me!” came a faintly disbelieving voice from the floor.
“Shut up, John,” Gwen said automatically, returning her attention to Johnson. “Look you, this is a brand new, bright and shiny Torchwood where we don’t bear anyone any grudges - and we don’t settle interpersonal problems with bullets!!”
“She really, really shot me! Look, blood here. I’m bleeding!” the floor said.
“And?” Johnson said impatiently, “It’s not like he’s going to die once and for all, is it?”
Gwen’s jaw dropped. “Oh,” she said inadequately, “There might possibly have been a teeny-tiny misunderstanding here.”
“Misunderstanding?!? I’ve been bloody shot! And I’m still bleeding down here,” said the voice from around Gwen’s ankle.
“If Miss Cooper here would kindly step out of the way, I can think of at least one way to stop the bleeding,” Johnson said evenly, lowering the gun once again and edging slightly to Gwen’s left.
“See, when we said we’d managed to drag in someone just like Jack, what I meant was someone with the same background as Jack.”
“Jack would never have shot me. Well, okay he would, but he’d have aimed at something non-vital.”
“Oh, I’m certainly not Captain Harkness,” agreed Johnson, and quickly ducked under Gwen’s out-stretched arm. “I don’t believe in second chances.”
“He’s not immortal like Jack!” screeched Gwen quickly.
Johnson froze.
“Oh, lovely,” said a very pissed off voice from ground level, “She only shot me cos she thought I’d come back from the dead? What kind of trigger-happy maniacs are you hiring round here now, anyway?”
“The annoyed type,” said Johnson, holstering her gun. “Are you sure we need him?”
“Pretty sure. Well, fairly sure. Look, until someone comes up with a better expert on alien tech at such short notice, he’s our best shot.”
“Feeling the love here. And a distinct lack of bandages. Fairly sure all this red stuff’s supposed to be inside me.”
Johnson gestured to a couple of her soldiers nearby. “Infirmary. Don’t be too worried if you drop him on the way.”
Gwen and Johnson watched as the still-complaining Captain John Hart was carried off at a fairly fast pace. “Torchwood Rule One - No shooting your co-workers. It never ends well and sometimes opens the Rift.”
Johnson glanced at Gwen and raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Sixty foot tall bleeding demon stepped out last time,” Gwen said, looking Johnson directly in the eyes. “No. More. Shooting. Co-workers.”
“Fair enough,” Johnson said, and strode off down the corridor.
Gwen stared after her, and shook her head. If that was all the apology she was going to get, then…. Well.
Behind her, a door opened and Dekker stuck his head out into the corridor. Seeing Gwen standing there alone next to a patch of blood, he tutted. “Better get that cleaned up, that’s a health and safety accident just waiting to happen.”
Gwen closed her eyes and felt a headache coming on.
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Rating: 15
Setting: After Torchwood - Children of Earth
Characters: Gwen, Johnson, Captain John Hart
Word count: 618
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hail the BBC.
Gwen first suspected the all-new Torchwood Five wasn’t going to work when she saw Johnson shoot Captain John.
“Oh my god,” she gasped and raced out of her office at high speed. A bored looking Johnson was just raising her gun for the finishing shot to John Hart’s head when Gwen jumped in between them. “What the bleeding hell do you think you’re doing?”
Johnson sighed and rolled her eyes. “Getting myself some peace and quiet.”
“She shot me!” came a faintly disbelieving voice from the floor.
“Shut up, John,” Gwen said automatically, returning her attention to Johnson. “Look you, this is a brand new, bright and shiny Torchwood where we don’t bear anyone any grudges - and we don’t settle interpersonal problems with bullets!!”
“She really, really shot me! Look, blood here. I’m bleeding!” the floor said.
“And?” Johnson said impatiently, “It’s not like he’s going to die once and for all, is it?”
Gwen’s jaw dropped. “Oh,” she said inadequately, “There might possibly have been a teeny-tiny misunderstanding here.”
“Misunderstanding?!? I’ve been bloody shot! And I’m still bleeding down here,” said the voice from around Gwen’s ankle.
“If Miss Cooper here would kindly step out of the way, I can think of at least one way to stop the bleeding,” Johnson said evenly, lowering the gun once again and edging slightly to Gwen’s left.
“See, when we said we’d managed to drag in someone just like Jack, what I meant was someone with the same background as Jack.”
“Jack would never have shot me. Well, okay he would, but he’d have aimed at something non-vital.”
“Oh, I’m certainly not Captain Harkness,” agreed Johnson, and quickly ducked under Gwen’s out-stretched arm. “I don’t believe in second chances.”
“He’s not immortal like Jack!” screeched Gwen quickly.
Johnson froze.
“Oh, lovely,” said a very pissed off voice from ground level, “She only shot me cos she thought I’d come back from the dead? What kind of trigger-happy maniacs are you hiring round here now, anyway?”
“The annoyed type,” said Johnson, holstering her gun. “Are you sure we need him?”
“Pretty sure. Well, fairly sure. Look, until someone comes up with a better expert on alien tech at such short notice, he’s our best shot.”
“Feeling the love here. And a distinct lack of bandages. Fairly sure all this red stuff’s supposed to be inside me.”
Johnson gestured to a couple of her soldiers nearby. “Infirmary. Don’t be too worried if you drop him on the way.”
Gwen and Johnson watched as the still-complaining Captain John Hart was carried off at a fairly fast pace. “Torchwood Rule One - No shooting your co-workers. It never ends well and sometimes opens the Rift.”
Johnson glanced at Gwen and raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Sixty foot tall bleeding demon stepped out last time,” Gwen said, looking Johnson directly in the eyes. “No. More. Shooting. Co-workers.”
“Fair enough,” Johnson said, and strode off down the corridor.
Gwen stared after her, and shook her head. If that was all the apology she was going to get, then…. Well.
Behind her, a door opened and Dekker stuck his head out into the corridor. Seeing Gwen standing there alone next to a patch of blood, he tutted. “Better get that cleaned up, that’s a health and safety accident just waiting to happen.”
Gwen closed her eyes and felt a headache coming on.
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