drabble request: Jabberwocky
Today, I got a project that will essentially be the professional equivalent of filing off the serial numbers and fencing the goods, so we start with the spies...
writerlibrarian asked for Ros Myers (Spooks) in Atlantis, but she sort of gets Ros before then.
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Harry returns, storm-faced and the kind of silent that has an entire section's worth of hardened field agents and analysts shrinking in their seats to avoid his line of sight.
Ros doesn't flinch, which is just as well, since she doesn't think Harry sees any of them as he stalks past on his way to his office.
Adam, returning from either the loo or the storage closet, surveys the room, sees Harry moving about in his office, and cocks a questioning eyebrow at Ros, who shrugs. Whatever it is, it's not good and it will be on all of them soon enough. Adam first, though.
Harry summons him three minutes later, long enough for everyone in Section D to exhale, relax, and wonder what could have gone so terribly wrong, who could have been so awesomely stupid. Harry doesn't get this angry at mere evil.
Ros gets distracted by her own workload and misses the return of the room to some semblance of normal; chaos is their business and business is good. Whatever variety is coming their way now, well, someone is likely to have seen it before.
"Ros? A moment?" Adam calls to her from Harry's open doorway.
In the warm glow of hindsight, she will remember his mild expression and casual posture, summoning her like she's simply forgotten to sign one of her case files. His eyes twinkle in amusement as she passes him and she will remember that and think that he really had no fucking clue what was so funny about it at all.
She's met at Reagan International by two men in service dress, field grade officers who are brisk and friendly in that puppy-like way that Americans are, as if the whole world is their potential new best friend.
One of them offers to carry her bag, but she gives him a look and he shrugs as if to say that he was required to ask and didn't really think it a reasonable suggestion. They lead her to a black SUV with tinted windows, larger than her first flat, and explain that they will need to drive to Andrews Air Force Base to continue their journey. At Andrews, they board a Gulfstream that will take them to NORAD.
Once they have taken off and the officers give her a few minutes, she suspects, to enjoy the view of the national capital from on high, they settle down to work.
"How much do you know about why you're on this adventure, Ms. Myers?" Major Davis asks.
"Not a thing," she answers honestly. She's been punted to the Americans for a classified mission of unknown duration, an operation so black that Harry can't find a shred of a clue as to what it is. ("The Americans aren't normally this proficient at keeping secrets," he'd scowled, peeved at his own ignorance and at his inability to keep her from this unknown fate.)
By the time the plane lands in Colorado, she's sure this is a practical joke, that Adam will be waiting on the tarmac with a big grin and a bigger bottle of champagne and they'll board a jet back to the real world and one that does not involve extraterrestrial life forms.
The only thing waiting for them is another black SUV with another nattily-dressed officer with his hand outstretched to shake.
"Welcome to the Stargate Program, Ms. Myers."
.... and from there she terrorizes the place a little a lot and gets punted to Atlantis because Jack thinks someone like her should be going along because the shit will hit the fan and marines tend to have one default reaction to that. Once there ends up telling John Sheppard to stay in the fucking puddle jumper and she will get Sumner. She's been fantasizing about shooting a US military officer since she first got assigned to the Stargate program, but when she finally has to do it, her first reaction is to throw up.
... and since it came up the last time I tried to mix Spooks and the Stargate Program, ravurian gave us Ros dressed for Atlantis.
writerlibrarian asked for Ros Myers (Spooks) in Atlantis, but she sort of gets Ros before then.
572 words
Harry returns, storm-faced and the kind of silent that has an entire section's worth of hardened field agents and analysts shrinking in their seats to avoid his line of sight.
Ros doesn't flinch, which is just as well, since she doesn't think Harry sees any of them as he stalks past on his way to his office.
Adam, returning from either the loo or the storage closet, surveys the room, sees Harry moving about in his office, and cocks a questioning eyebrow at Ros, who shrugs. Whatever it is, it's not good and it will be on all of them soon enough. Adam first, though.
Harry summons him three minutes later, long enough for everyone in Section D to exhale, relax, and wonder what could have gone so terribly wrong, who could have been so awesomely stupid. Harry doesn't get this angry at mere evil.
Ros gets distracted by her own workload and misses the return of the room to some semblance of normal; chaos is their business and business is good. Whatever variety is coming their way now, well, someone is likely to have seen it before.
"Ros? A moment?" Adam calls to her from Harry's open doorway.
In the warm glow of hindsight, she will remember his mild expression and casual posture, summoning her like she's simply forgotten to sign one of her case files. His eyes twinkle in amusement as she passes him and she will remember that and think that he really had no fucking clue what was so funny about it at all.
She's met at Reagan International by two men in service dress, field grade officers who are brisk and friendly in that puppy-like way that Americans are, as if the whole world is their potential new best friend.
One of them offers to carry her bag, but she gives him a look and he shrugs as if to say that he was required to ask and didn't really think it a reasonable suggestion. They lead her to a black SUV with tinted windows, larger than her first flat, and explain that they will need to drive to Andrews Air Force Base to continue their journey. At Andrews, they board a Gulfstream that will take them to NORAD.
Once they have taken off and the officers give her a few minutes, she suspects, to enjoy the view of the national capital from on high, they settle down to work.
"How much do you know about why you're on this adventure, Ms. Myers?" Major Davis asks.
"Not a thing," she answers honestly. She's been punted to the Americans for a classified mission of unknown duration, an operation so black that Harry can't find a shred of a clue as to what it is. ("The Americans aren't normally this proficient at keeping secrets," he'd scowled, peeved at his own ignorance and at his inability to keep her from this unknown fate.)
By the time the plane lands in Colorado, she's sure this is a practical joke, that Adam will be waiting on the tarmac with a big grin and a bigger bottle of champagne and they'll board a jet back to the real world and one that does not involve extraterrestrial life forms.
The only thing waiting for them is another black SUV with another nattily-dressed officer with his hand outstretched to shake.
"Welcome to the Stargate Program, Ms. Myers."
.... and from there she terrorizes the place a little a lot and gets punted to Atlantis because Jack thinks someone like her should be going along because the shit will hit the fan and marines tend to have one default reaction to that. Once there ends up telling John Sheppard to stay in the fucking puddle jumper and she will get Sumner. She's been fantasizing about shooting a US military officer since she first got assigned to the Stargate program, but when she finally has to do it, her first reaction is to throw up.
... and since it came up the last time I tried to mix Spooks and the Stargate Program, ravurian gave us Ros dressed for Atlantis.