fic: New Who/Old Skool: Not the Cat
Disclaimer: not mine Rating: 13ish
Notes: spoilers through School Reunion.
No Doctor present. Harriet Jones is, though. Also, anyone who spots the Excalibur ref gets a gold star. This is slightly rough, and probably unfinished.
ps. Sorry, RSR, no smut tonight. Possibly tomorrow. You get this instead. sigh.
Not the Cat
by ALC Punk!
"Prime minister?" Sarah was waiting round the back, where she knew they'd come eventually. Press junkets always went like this. Chat at them brightly for a short time, then skive off and leave the secretaries to ask questions. Harriet Jones was no exception, although she was a bit more honest than most.
"Yes, what?" The PM looked a little harried as she stopped to look at Sarah. Two handlers were watching both women, awaiting the first sign of trouble.
One of them lifted his wrist, and Sarah guess he was speaking to a leader or boss. "Just a few quick questions I didn't think it appropriate to ask in there," Sarah pasted on her best Press Smile, "What can you tell me about Torchwood?"
There. Flicker of an eyelid and then the woman locked down her expression. Not quite got a poker-face yet. "I'm afraid I've no idea what you're talking about, Miss Smith."
I never told you my name, Sarah thought, but didn't say. She wasn't wearing her id card, either. "That's unfortunate, Prime Minister. I've heard quite a bit about it. Alien spaceships under London, secret experiments, causing a demon to rise, then killing it--all very interesting stuff, some of it believable."
"Really, I'm afraid you're wasting your time." Harriet Jones repeated, "I've really got to go, in fact. There's a meeting--"
"You destroyed the alien ship which menaced London several months ago."
It was a statement of fact, and it seemed to unsettle the woman just enough. For a moment, she looked tired, and Sarah wondered if those rumors she'd been hearing were true. "Again, Miss Smith, I--"
"Is it true Torchwood are supplanting UNIT?" The Prime Minister was good. Sarah was probably not going to get much more out of her. Pity, that.
"No comment."
Ah. Sarah smiled and stepped back, "Thank you, Prime Minister. Pleasure to meet you. One thing. I never told you my name."
"I read up on him, you see," Ms. Jones explained as her two handlers stepped forward. "Past adventures, past connections. I've been rather wondering when one of you would pop up."
Only one him she could mean. The handlers split, one to either side, Sarah didn't allow them to bother her for the moment. "How nice of you. I've always found extensive research to be helpful. I'm afraid you've lost me, however. Who him?"
"Precisely. I'm afraid, Miss Smith, that you're going to have to come with us."
"Am I a national security risk?" Sarah asked, tone sarcastic. "Just for knowing about Torchwood?"
"Please, Miss Smith," the PM said, "Don't make this more difficult--"
Sarah let out a piercing whistle, interrupting the woman and making both men stop in their tracks a moment. If there was one thing she'd learned, whilst traveling with the Doctor, it was that you never went anywhere alone. At least not without a K9 up your sleeve.
"You whistled, mistress?"
"We're going now, K9. Isn't that right, Prime Minister?"
"I'm afraid not, Miss Smith."
One of them reached for her before she could warn him. K9's blaster sounded, the high-pitched whine making her wince as she backed up and away from the other man. "Don't worry, Ms. Jones. I won't make you look too bad. After all, you saved the planet."
"You don't understand."
"Of course not." Sarah turned and walked away, K9 following. "But I will," she mumbled under her breath.
"Affirmative."
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Notes: spoilers through School Reunion.
No Doctor present. Harriet Jones is, though. Also, anyone who spots the Excalibur ref gets a gold star. This is slightly rough, and probably unfinished.
ps. Sorry, RSR, no smut tonight. Possibly tomorrow. You get this instead. sigh.
Not the Cat
by ALC Punk!
"Prime minister?" Sarah was waiting round the back, where she knew they'd come eventually. Press junkets always went like this. Chat at them brightly for a short time, then skive off and leave the secretaries to ask questions. Harriet Jones was no exception, although she was a bit more honest than most.
"Yes, what?" The PM looked a little harried as she stopped to look at Sarah. Two handlers were watching both women, awaiting the first sign of trouble.
One of them lifted his wrist, and Sarah guess he was speaking to a leader or boss. "Just a few quick questions I didn't think it appropriate to ask in there," Sarah pasted on her best Press Smile, "What can you tell me about Torchwood?"
There. Flicker of an eyelid and then the woman locked down her expression. Not quite got a poker-face yet. "I'm afraid I've no idea what you're talking about, Miss Smith."
I never told you my name, Sarah thought, but didn't say. She wasn't wearing her id card, either. "That's unfortunate, Prime Minister. I've heard quite a bit about it. Alien spaceships under London, secret experiments, causing a demon to rise, then killing it--all very interesting stuff, some of it believable."
"Really, I'm afraid you're wasting your time." Harriet Jones repeated, "I've really got to go, in fact. There's a meeting--"
"You destroyed the alien ship which menaced London several months ago."
It was a statement of fact, and it seemed to unsettle the woman just enough. For a moment, she looked tired, and Sarah wondered if those rumors she'd been hearing were true. "Again, Miss Smith, I--"
"Is it true Torchwood are supplanting UNIT?" The Prime Minister was good. Sarah was probably not going to get much more out of her. Pity, that.
"No comment."
Ah. Sarah smiled and stepped back, "Thank you, Prime Minister. Pleasure to meet you. One thing. I never told you my name."
"I read up on him, you see," Ms. Jones explained as her two handlers stepped forward. "Past adventures, past connections. I've been rather wondering when one of you would pop up."
Only one him she could mean. The handlers split, one to either side, Sarah didn't allow them to bother her for the moment. "How nice of you. I've always found extensive research to be helpful. I'm afraid you've lost me, however. Who him?"
"Precisely. I'm afraid, Miss Smith, that you're going to have to come with us."
"Am I a national security risk?" Sarah asked, tone sarcastic. "Just for knowing about Torchwood?"
"Please, Miss Smith," the PM said, "Don't make this more difficult--"
Sarah let out a piercing whistle, interrupting the woman and making both men stop in their tracks a moment. If there was one thing she'd learned, whilst traveling with the Doctor, it was that you never went anywhere alone. At least not without a K9 up your sleeve.
"You whistled, mistress?"
"We're going now, K9. Isn't that right, Prime Minister?"
"I'm afraid not, Miss Smith."
One of them reached for her before she could warn him. K9's blaster sounded, the high-pitched whine making her wince as she backed up and away from the other man. "Don't worry, Ms. Jones. I won't make you look too bad. After all, you saved the planet."
"You don't understand."
"Of course not." Sarah turned and walked away, K9 following. "But I will," she mumbled under her breath.
"Affirmative."
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