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Road Dahl Pass was prettier than Wanda had been expecting - Cardiff was prettier than she'd been expecting. But she wasn't there to enjoy the scenery, sadly enough. She shot the creature standing near her a look but it ignored her.
Aliens, she thought, feeling incredibly tired.
"Look again!" it ordered, shoving at her shoulder. It had originally been holding some people hostage but she'd managed to swap them out for her. There had been chances to run but she'd been interested in seeing exactly what it wanted.
Cautiously, Wanda peered around them with her powers and mentally raised an eyebrow. Roald Dahl Plass was not what it seemed to be.
It went down. And something was moving.
"Nothing," she lied and when it's companion turned to her, it missed seeing a tall gentlemen step out of thin air. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, look yourselves if you want to."
One did - until suddenly where it's head had been was a smoking crater. Its partner roared only to have its voice cut off in a strangled noise as it toppled over.
Wanda sniffed, red rings vanishing from her hands as she made her way to her now grinning 'savior'.
"Well, hello there," he said, extending his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness. You must be Wanda Maximoff - Emma told me you were coming."
She eyed him with a sly smile as she accepted his hand. "She told me about you as well - though obviously she neglected to tell me a few things about you."
He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and gave her a cheery leer. "Then, Miss Maximoff, we should start to fill in the gaps, shouldn't we?"
"Right then." Donna stood in the middle of the lab, arms resting on her hips and with a determined look on her face. "What now?"
Looking at her, Rose could understand why the Doctor had been drawn to her as a companion. Donna was just scary enough to keep the Time Lord well in line. "First," the younger woman responded, holding up a finger, "we see what we have ta work with, yeah?"
Donna nodded and produced her purse while Rose tossed her jacket onto the bench.
After a while, the two women stood back, shoulder to shoulder, and studied their collection.
Enough tampons between them to last for a few months; a yo-yo ("I was holdin' it for the Doctor," Donna huffed); several things of make-up ("Ooh, I like that shade," Rose said, "can I borrow some?"); a gun that shot garlic ("Really, don't ask."); a bag of candy - actually, that got eaten fairly quickly upon discovery; and one shoe ("Where's the other one?" Rose asked and Donna got a really stormy expression on her face that dissuaded further conversation about it).
And, finally, Donna produced the sonic screwdriver. She stared at it, completely surprised, as Rose laughed in delight before grabbing the red-head and planting a big kiss on her lips.
"Donna, you gorgeous, gorgeous woman!" she cheered, using her arm to shove the mound of stuff into the purse and various pockets. "Come on, we've a rescue to start on."
"Bloody hell, get back here ye bastard!" Moira bellowed, limping through the keep at a speed she really shouldn't have been able to keep up. But she was used to the way her knee didn't quite work and she'd adapted to the cane fairly well.
She heard her husband cackle under his breath as he nudged the electronic wheelchair to go slightly faster. Even at his age, and with all the stuff he had forced his body to endure, he didn't need the chair.
Actually, it had belonged to Charles and Nate had just...taken it out to get some fresh air.
And to torment his wife.
He came to a screeching halt when Curt popped out from around a corner and he nearly ran right over the other head of Muir.
Curt cocked an eyebrow and glanced up. "You might want to-"
"Ow!" Nate cringed as Moira smacked him right upside the head with her cane.
"Hello!" the Doctor said cheerfully, bouncing on the tips of his toes. "I'm here to see..."
The blonde behind the desk looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, popped her gum and then promptly ignored him. The Doctor blinked and gave into a mighty big sulk.
He was used to many things: running was up there, being chased by things with more teeth and eyes than brains, solving half a dozen impossible things before breakfast - being ignored, however, was not on that list.
When it was obvious that the secretary was going to keep ignoring him, he shrugged and just strolled past. She kept ignoring him even when he reached a door and entered without knocking on it.
The man behind the desk glanced up but he obviously wasn't surprised. "Two things," the Doctor said cheerfully. "I believe this is yours."
He held up a black leather jacket that looked almost like the one his former self had worn around. It was older, though, more well-worn and certainly wouldn't fit him.
"And second..." His smile dropped. "My friend Rose is missing. I think you might be able to help me get her back."
The man froze for a second and then stood, nodding. "I would have helped even without the return of the jacket," Angel sighed, shaking his head. "Seriously, Doctor, it's been how many years since I left that behind?"
There was a strange man in the Hub when Jack and Gwen got back from a mission - Ianto hadn't shot him, though, so either he was supposed to be there or the man had something on them that had forced those left behind into behaving.
Considering that Owen sat slumped in his chair and Tosh was frantically typing, Jack figured things were fairly normal. Especially as Ianto stood next to the coffee pot and was watching with a subtle fascination as the stranger did things with a tea bag, a cup and...things that Jack couldn't recognize right off.
He opened his mouth but the other man got there first. "You must be Captain Jack Harkness," he said as he straightened up. Jack detected a southern American accent - possibly New Orleans - and thought that the man had probably traded dressing tips with Ianto. He held out a slim hand. "Special Agent Pendergast, FBI."
Jack frowned as they shook hands. The man had a grip like steel. "FBI? Are you here with the Legal Attache from London?"
Pendergast smiled slightly. "Not...exactly, Captain. I happen to be on holiday when I came across some information that you would find particularly interesting."
Ianto caught his eye over the Special Agent's shoulder and nodded slightly - the Welshman had obviously seen or heard whatever had been brought to the Hub. It was worth checking out, at least.
"Okay, Pendergast," Jack said, turning back. He had a feeling the other man knew exactly what had just happened. "You obviously know more than I do at this point - lets fix that, shall we? Then we can get you right back on your holiday..."
"Oh, no, Captain. I think this case is going to need both your Torchwood's touch and my own unique specialization."
"And what might that be?" Gwen asked, finally speaking up.
His eyes glanced towards her and he kept smiling ever so slightly. "Ah, you might say that my abilities lie in the realm of solving more unique murders."
"Murders? But there haven't been any murders..."
"Yes, Captain, there have been," Pendergast said as he handed over a folder and a thumb drive. "It just happened when you were not looking."
"Why isn't Bob Barker dead yet?" Angel asked suddenly, twisting around to peer over her shoulder.
Kyle craned his neck to peer back at her from under a shag of hair. "I dunno. Maybe he's a mutant?"
"Dude, is he like the oldest mutant or something? Because he's freaky scary."
There was a cough from the corner and they both glanced over to see Scott staring at them.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
"Why don't we try a little more saving ourselves and a little less...whatever it was that you two are doing?" their teamleader asked, voice so dry that it nearly caught on fire.
They paused as a guard wandered over to Angel and Kyle, who'd been tied up back to back. He suddenly dropped forward with a sputter as Angel reached out and got a good, solid hold of his private parts. A kick from Kyle and he was out cold.
Scott frowned at them.
"What? Dude, it's not like we could have told you that Kyle and I got free like fifteen minutes ago," Angel protested, wiggling out of the rest of the ropes.
"It's amazing how I can bend my wrists," Kyle said innocently.
"And apparently I can pop my thumbs out of joint!" Angel added in.
"...it scares me that you're so happy about that, Firestar. Now, can you two do me a favor?"
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Date: 2008-07-03 05:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-03 06:05 pm (UTC)Aliens, she thought, feeling incredibly tired.
"Look again!" it ordered, shoving at her shoulder. It had originally been holding some people hostage but she'd managed to swap them out for her. There had been chances to run but she'd been interested in seeing exactly what it wanted.
Cautiously, Wanda peered around them with her powers and mentally raised an eyebrow. Roald Dahl Plass was not what it seemed to be.
It went down. And something was moving.
"Nothing," she lied and when it's companion turned to her, it missed seeing a tall gentlemen step out of thin air. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, look yourselves if you want to."
One did - until suddenly where it's head had been was a smoking crater. Its partner roared only to have its voice cut off in a strangled noise as it toppled over.
Wanda sniffed, red rings vanishing from her hands as she made her way to her now grinning 'savior'.
"Well, hello there," he said, extending his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness. You must be Wanda Maximoff - Emma told me you were coming."
She eyed him with a sly smile as she accepted his hand. "She told me about you as well - though obviously she neglected to tell me a few things about you."
He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and gave her a cheery leer. "Then, Miss Maximoff, we should start to fill in the gaps, shouldn't we?"
"Oh yes, we certainly should."
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Date: 2008-07-03 06:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-03 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 01:36 am (UTC)Looking at her, Rose could understand why the Doctor had been drawn to her as a companion. Donna was just scary enough to keep the Time Lord well in line. "First," the younger woman responded, holding up a finger, "we see what we have ta work with, yeah?"
Donna nodded and produced her purse while Rose tossed her jacket onto the bench.
After a while, the two women stood back, shoulder to shoulder, and studied their collection.
Enough tampons between them to last for a few months; a yo-yo ("I was holdin' it for the Doctor," Donna huffed); several things of make-up ("Ooh, I like that shade," Rose said, "can I borrow some?"); a gun that shot garlic ("Really, don't ask."); a bag of candy - actually, that got eaten fairly quickly upon discovery; and one shoe ("Where's the other one?" Rose asked and Donna got a really stormy expression on her face that dissuaded further conversation about it).
And, finally, Donna produced the sonic screwdriver. She stared at it, completely surprised, as Rose laughed in delight before grabbing the red-head and planting a big kiss on her lips.
"Donna, you gorgeous, gorgeous woman!" she cheered, using her arm to shove the mound of stuff into the purse and various pockets. "Come on, we've a rescue to start on."
"Ours or his?"
Rose just grinned.
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Date: 2008-07-04 01:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-03 06:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 01:48 am (UTC)She heard her husband cackle under his breath as he nudged the electronic wheelchair to go slightly faster. Even at his age, and with all the stuff he had forced his body to endure, he didn't need the chair.
Actually, it had belonged to Charles and Nate had just...taken it out to get some fresh air.
And to torment his wife.
He came to a screeching halt when Curt popped out from around a corner and he nearly ran right over the other head of Muir.
Curt cocked an eyebrow and glanced up. "You might want to-"
"Ow!" Nate cringed as Moira smacked him right upside the head with her cane.
"-brace yourself," Curt finished dryly.
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Date: 2008-07-04 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-03 06:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 02:02 am (UTC)The blonde behind the desk looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, popped her gum and then promptly ignored him. The Doctor blinked and gave into a mighty big sulk.
He was used to many things: running was up there, being chased by things with more teeth and eyes than brains, solving half a dozen impossible things before breakfast - being ignored, however, was not on that list.
When it was obvious that the secretary was going to keep ignoring him, he shrugged and just strolled past. She kept ignoring him even when he reached a door and entered without knocking on it.
The man behind the desk glanced up but he obviously wasn't surprised. "Two things," the Doctor said cheerfully. "I believe this is yours."
He held up a black leather jacket that looked almost like the one his former self had worn around. It was older, though, more well-worn and certainly wouldn't fit him.
"And second..." His smile dropped. "My friend Rose is missing. I think you might be able to help me get her back."
The man froze for a second and then stood, nodding. "I would have helped even without the return of the jacket," Angel sighed, shaking his head. "Seriously, Doctor, it's been how many years since I left that behind?"
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Date: 2008-07-03 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 02:13 am (UTC)"Language, Rose."
"Bloody fucking hell!"
"Jack! You're not even British!"
"What can I say? Our Rose is a horrible influence on me."
"What? I'm a horrible influence on you? Lookit what you made me buy the other day..."
"Hey, beautiful, I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want to...hey, that's not a very nice gesture! Who taught you that?"
"Her mother."
"Oi!"
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Date: 2008-07-03 06:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 03:25 am (UTC)Considering that Owen sat slumped in his chair and Tosh was frantically typing, Jack figured things were fairly normal. Especially as Ianto stood next to the coffee pot and was watching with a subtle fascination as the stranger did things with a tea bag, a cup and...things that Jack couldn't recognize right off.
He opened his mouth but the other man got there first. "You must be Captain Jack Harkness," he said as he straightened up. Jack detected a southern American accent - possibly New Orleans - and thought that the man had probably traded dressing tips with Ianto. He held out a slim hand. "Special Agent Pendergast, FBI."
Jack frowned as they shook hands. The man had a grip like steel. "FBI? Are you here with the Legal Attache from London?"
Pendergast smiled slightly. "Not...exactly, Captain. I happen to be on holiday when I came across some information that you would find particularly interesting."
Ianto caught his eye over the Special Agent's shoulder and nodded slightly - the Welshman had obviously seen or heard whatever had been brought to the Hub. It was worth checking out, at least.
"Okay, Pendergast," Jack said, turning back. He had a feeling the other man knew exactly what had just happened. "You obviously know more than I do at this point - lets fix that, shall we? Then we can get you right back on your holiday..."
"Oh, no, Captain. I think this case is going to need both your Torchwood's touch and my own unique specialization."
"And what might that be?" Gwen asked, finally speaking up.
His eyes glanced towards her and he kept smiling ever so slightly. "Ah, you might say that my abilities lie in the realm of solving more unique murders."
"Murders? But there haven't been any murders..."
"Yes, Captain, there have been," Pendergast said as he handed over a folder and a thumb drive. "It just happened when you were not looking."
Jack accepted the folder. "And you were?"
"Always, Captain Harkness, always."
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Date: 2008-07-03 07:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 03:46 am (UTC)Kyle craned his neck to peer back at her from under a shag of hair. "I dunno. Maybe he's a mutant?"
"Dude, is he like the oldest mutant or something? Because he's freaky scary."
There was a cough from the corner and they both glanced over to see Scott staring at them.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
"Why don't we try a little more saving ourselves and a little less...whatever it was that you two are doing?" their teamleader asked, voice so dry that it nearly caught on fire.
They paused as a guard wandered over to Angel and Kyle, who'd been tied up back to back. He suddenly dropped forward with a sputter as Angel reached out and got a good, solid hold of his private parts. A kick from Kyle and he was out cold.
Scott frowned at them.
"What? Dude, it's not like we could have told you that Kyle and I got free like fifteen minutes ago," Angel protested, wiggling out of the rest of the ropes.
"It's amazing how I can bend my wrists," Kyle said innocently.
"And apparently I can pop my thumbs out of joint!" Angel added in.
"...it scares me that you're so happy about that, Firestar. Now, can you two do me a favor?"
"Yeah?"
"Un. Tie. Me."
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Date: 2008-07-04 03:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-04 05:16 am (UTC)