Torchwood/Dr Who - fic - Midnight at the Lost and Found, Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs, PG
The Torchwood Girls 'verse, and this is the piece of alien tech that couldn't be categorised, then.
You'll see this again, later, when I get to that part of the story, but these scenes demanded to be written, right now ;)
latest part of The Torchwood Girls, with links to previous parts and art
Title - Midnight at the Lost and Found
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs
Rating - PG
Length -642 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 2.3, DW: 1.9-13, 2.2, 3.8/9 and 3.11-13
Summary - A pen shaped device gives the girls a headache
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Midnight at the Lost and Found
by Laura
June 1917
Jennifer once again cuts the length of metal in half with the vicious wire cutters and aims the pen-like...thing at it. Once again, the device, with a cone enclosed in a circle on the end, welds the two pieces of titanium back together.
With no join.
How on Earth did that work?
And this wasn’t the only thing it had done.
Amy had pressed something on it, and dragged several bats from their roost, and into the Hub. Jennifer had happened upon Penny...exploring its vibration capacities. And had backed out of the lab rather quickly.
This device...well none of them had any idea what it was.
“We need help,” Jennifer announces, striding up to Joan and Eleanor, pen thing in one hand, length of titanium in the other. “Any ideas?”
There’s several minutes’ silence, then Eleanor grins. “Yes,” she says. "Bloody smart girl, St Hilda’s, I think, reading physics, don’t know how you and Jack missed her, Joan -”
“Eleanor,” Joan says, cutting her off, “get to the point, dear, please.”
“Harriet Derbyshire,” Eleanor says, and plucks the device from Jennifer’s hand. “Let’s go to Oxford and ask her opinion, Joan.”
***
Harriet recognises Eleanor immediately, and is sure she saw Joan wandering around once, accompanied by a handsome gentleman in a greatcoat.
“That would be our...captain,” Joan says. “Harriet, we’d like your opinion on this.” She hands the device to the physics student.
“What is it?” Harriet asks.
“No idea,” Eleanor says. “Just fell out of the...sky. We can’t categorise it. At all.”
Harriet raises an eyebrow. “Would that be a metaphorical sky, ma’am?”
Joan and Eleanor look at each other, and nod. “Yes,” Eleanor replies, “it would be, Harriet Derbyshire. Now, see if you can tell us anything about it.”
***
Later, Harriet agrees with Eleanor and Joan that the thing really does carry out all the functions they’d demonstrated and detailed.
“How should that even be possible?” Joan asks.
“I’d assume that it’s meant to perform a wide variety of functions,” Harriet says. “Did you not ascertain that?” she asks.
And, well, yes, they could have, but the world being what it was at the moment, common sense seemed to disappear, sometimes. “No. We did not,” Joan admits, looking at Eleanor, silently asking a question.
Eleanor nods at her, mouths, “Yes.”
Joan pulls a card from her coat pocket, hands it to Harriet. “How would you like to do more of this sort of thing?”
“Torchwood,” Harriet reads.
“That’s us,” Eleanor says.
Harriet grins. “I would love do more of this sort of thing.”
***
To Harriet Derbyshire’s credit, she does put up a fight and demand an explanation when a familiar American gentleman in unfamiliar clothing...shimmers into sight, one night, a few weeks after she starts.
Wincing, he says, “Damn. Hurts like hell, with no capsule.”
“Sir?”
Captain Jack Harkness smiles at her, closes a flap on what she assumes is the Vortex Manipulator, on his wrist, and looks at the device on her desk. “There it is! Might even finally get to buy him that drink, if I bring this back.” He picks it up.
“Sir,” Harriet warns, as she suspects she should not acknowledge that she recognises him. “I do not believe that is necessarily yours to take.”
“He’d say just the same thing,” the man replies, grinning, all perfect white teeth. “See ya, gorgeous. Thanks for this.” He takes her hand and kisses her on the knuckles, very quickly, before disappearing again.
Harriet is left more than a little stunned.
***
The next morning, it doesn’t take long to come up with a reasonable explanation for how Jack was in the Hub, when they know for a fact he was in Europe, flying planes. They can only conclude Harriet saw a younger, happier version of their captain, with a functioning Vortex Manipulator.
And clearly with his beloved Doctor.
-end-
I revised the art I recently made, as well.
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
john_joan
Teaspoon
You'll see this again, later, when I get to that part of the story, but these scenes demanded to be written, right now ;)
latest part of The Torchwood Girls, with links to previous parts and art
Title - Midnight at the Lost and Found
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs
Rating - PG
Length -642 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 2.3, DW: 1.9-13, 2.2, 3.8/9 and 3.11-13
Summary - A pen shaped device gives the girls a headache
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Midnight at the Lost and Found
by Laura
June 1917
Jennifer once again cuts the length of metal in half with the vicious wire cutters and aims the pen-like...thing at it. Once again, the device, with a cone enclosed in a circle on the end, welds the two pieces of titanium back together.
With no join.
How on Earth did that work?
And this wasn’t the only thing it had done.
Amy had pressed something on it, and dragged several bats from their roost, and into the Hub. Jennifer had happened upon Penny...exploring its vibration capacities. And had backed out of the lab rather quickly.
This device...well none of them had any idea what it was.
“We need help,” Jennifer announces, striding up to Joan and Eleanor, pen thing in one hand, length of titanium in the other. “Any ideas?”
There’s several minutes’ silence, then Eleanor grins. “Yes,” she says. "Bloody smart girl, St Hilda’s, I think, reading physics, don’t know how you and Jack missed her, Joan -”
“Eleanor,” Joan says, cutting her off, “get to the point, dear, please.”
“Harriet Derbyshire,” Eleanor says, and plucks the device from Jennifer’s hand. “Let’s go to Oxford and ask her opinion, Joan.”
***
Harriet recognises Eleanor immediately, and is sure she saw Joan wandering around once, accompanied by a handsome gentleman in a greatcoat.
“That would be our...captain,” Joan says. “Harriet, we’d like your opinion on this.” She hands the device to the physics student.
“What is it?” Harriet asks.
“No idea,” Eleanor says. “Just fell out of the...sky. We can’t categorise it. At all.”
Harriet raises an eyebrow. “Would that be a metaphorical sky, ma’am?”
Joan and Eleanor look at each other, and nod. “Yes,” Eleanor replies, “it would be, Harriet Derbyshire. Now, see if you can tell us anything about it.”
***
Later, Harriet agrees with Eleanor and Joan that the thing really does carry out all the functions they’d demonstrated and detailed.
“How should that even be possible?” Joan asks.
“I’d assume that it’s meant to perform a wide variety of functions,” Harriet says. “Did you not ascertain that?” she asks.
And, well, yes, they could have, but the world being what it was at the moment, common sense seemed to disappear, sometimes. “No. We did not,” Joan admits, looking at Eleanor, silently asking a question.
Eleanor nods at her, mouths, “Yes.”
Joan pulls a card from her coat pocket, hands it to Harriet. “How would you like to do more of this sort of thing?”
“Torchwood,” Harriet reads.
“That’s us,” Eleanor says.
Harriet grins. “I would love do more of this sort of thing.”
***
To Harriet Derbyshire’s credit, she does put up a fight and demand an explanation when a familiar American gentleman in unfamiliar clothing...shimmers into sight, one night, a few weeks after she starts.
Wincing, he says, “Damn. Hurts like hell, with no capsule.”
“Sir?”
Captain Jack Harkness smiles at her, closes a flap on what she assumes is the Vortex Manipulator, on his wrist, and looks at the device on her desk. “There it is! Might even finally get to buy him that drink, if I bring this back.” He picks it up.
“Sir,” Harriet warns, as she suspects she should not acknowledge that she recognises him. “I do not believe that is necessarily yours to take.”
“He’d say just the same thing,” the man replies, grinning, all perfect white teeth. “See ya, gorgeous. Thanks for this.” He takes her hand and kisses her on the knuckles, very quickly, before disappearing again.
Harriet is left more than a little stunned.
***
The next morning, it doesn’t take long to come up with a reasonable explanation for how Jack was in the Hub, when they know for a fact he was in Europe, flying planes. They can only conclude Harriet saw a younger, happier version of their captain, with a functioning Vortex Manipulator.
And clearly with his beloved Doctor.
-end-
I revised the art I recently made, as well.
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
john_joan
Teaspoon