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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 8 2009, 08:41 AM (351 Views) | |
| Captain Jack Harkness | Sep 8 2009, 08:41 AM Post #1 |
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Director, Torchwood-Three
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Whistling, Jack turned to the boardroom, buttoning up the clean shirt Adam had brought down for him and tossing his reeking and ashy clothes into his office to clean-up later. “Did you let the bobsy twins know?” he asked Adam. “Because we’ve got to hit the streets again today for a quick evidence clean-up and I’ve got plans to get laid tonight.” He gave Adam a quick conspirator grin, “Not that you have to go outside the workplace to get a little company.” It had been a drag hauling Andy along without Owen to finish the clean-up but Jack was dammed if he was going to schedule every moment of his life around those two. Still, Adam handled them okay – really, the way they finished each other’s sentences gave Jack the creeps - and with Martha around it meant he didn’t have to depend on Owen as much anymore. |
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| Adam Smith | Sep 8 2009, 01:23 PM Post #2 |
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Weevil Bait
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Adam chuckled, flush with the feeling of so many brilliant and fascinating memories. No, he didn't need to leave the workplace. Not for the moment. Right now he could stop and savor. "I told them. They should be down once Andy's caught himself up on whatever Owen's found." He slid into the chair next to Jack, slouching easily. "Others should be along shortly, though." |
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| Toshiko Sato | Sep 8 2009, 04:04 PM Post #3 |
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Time Lord
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Tosh was already putting the final touches to her report on the box--brief, of course; there was nothing to say--when her phone let out a little beep, reminding her of the meeting Jack wanted which Adam had told her about earlier. She was just gathering up her things when the two of them went past together, and Tosh let her eyes linger over Adam's body, a frisson of lust flickering over her skin. Maybe tonight they'd get off early; Andy and Owen could pull a late-nighter for all she cared. It wasn't as if they'd been working as efficiently since their little psychic accident, not with all their touching and closeness and they way they looked for each other. She'd told Adam once that that kind of attention would have made her feel like she was being suffocated, and he'd laughed and said that was because she was normal. Tosh didn't have a problem with Andy or Owen individually, not really, but they most definitely weren't normal. It was only Adam and Jack there when she pushed the door to the boardroom open, sitting side by side and grinning at each other. They'd always been close. "Anything interesting?" she asked, coming to sit opposite them, legs crossed at the knee, skirt falling slightly to one side to reveal a curve of smooth skin. There was a fresh bruise on her left wrist, but it wasn't bothering her: an icepack had done wonders. "The box is a no-show; I don't think I've seen anything so ordinary since Owen brought in that mangled can opener." She made a face briefly before smiling again, bright and effortlessly confident. "On that subject, where are they?" It hardly seemed necessary to say 'he' anymore, since Owen and Andy were now, as far as she could tell, effectively joined at the hip. Edited by Toshiko Sato, Sep 8 2009, 04:09 PM.
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| Andy Davidson | Sep 8 2009, 07:58 PM Post #4 |
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Blames The Jam
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Andy touched Owen's hand where it rested on his shoulder. They'd chatted briefly, brought one another up to speed as best they could. Separation was misery, but sometimes Jack put his foot down. He supposed they should be grateful Jack had kept them on at all. He'd wept that first night, after he'd felt the others' pity and revulsion like a stone in his belly. He missed the easy camaraderie with his workmates, and the way Jack seemed ashamed of him now stung, but neither pain was as awful as the feeling of being separate. Lonely. The boardroom door slid open and Andy entered. Two seats waited empty along one side of the table. He took one, waited for Owen to take the other. He didn't look at Jack, Adam, or Toshiko much beyond polite eye contact. Best to leave things lie, focus on the work. |
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| Owen Harper | Sep 8 2009, 08:49 PM Post #5 |
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Jam
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Owen squeezed Andy's shoulder lightly in response to the seeking touch. He'd had enough to do to keep him occupied while Andy was away, but he'd still been twitchy and nervous. Alone. Part of him remembered with regret the fact that he used to be able to absorb himself in work for hours, but he leaned unconsciously closer to Andy in his chair. He could still get lost in work. Just not alone. He smiled absently at the others. |
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| Martha Jones | Sep 9 2009, 05:52 AM Post #6 |
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Torchwood's Finest
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Martha entered the boardroom and took the open seat next to Adam and across from Andy and Owen. "Sorry I'm late, it took a bit longer to finish up with those tissue samples than I thought it would," she explained, carefully not looking at Owen as she spoke. He had more medical experience and a greater knowledge of xenobiology than she did, but he was so difficult to work with. When he and Andy were apart for more than a brief period, he became nervous, distracted, and irritable, and when they were together they weren't exactly the most efficient of work partners. Still, she felt sorry for them--they hadn't intended to become psychically bonded and thus so emotionally dependent on each other. But it made everyone's work lives more difficult having to accommodate them. She hadn't given up hope on finding a way to separate them without damaging them both irreparably, but none of her research had led to anything promising yet. She turned in her chair and leaned forward to address Jack, who was seated on the other side of Adam. "I'm still waiting for that report from UNIT, so it'll take a while longer to finish my work on the Hraxxon, but it should go quickly once I've gotten the information I need," she said. The Hraxxon was a semi-intelligent, shape-shifting plant that could move about and mimic the appearance of animals, including humans. Jack had called it a Venus Flytrap with legs, which was a pretty good description of it. Only one other member of the species had been seen on Earth before, as far as they knew (and it had been promptly dispatched by UNIT as a threat). This one hadn't survived long after its trip through the Rift, but she'd managed to get some good samples from it and observe its behaviour for a while before it died, poor thing. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Sep 12 2009, 06:40 AM Post #7 |
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"Speaking of the Haraxxon," Jack said, leaning back in his chair lazily. "We need to finish up with that - that master gardner from the parks service and we need a story for the Higgins to explain their missing dog and the missing limb." The Haraxxon had eaten a family dog and begun to make headway on the family before they'd caught up with it and while they'd collected the seed pod the thing had grown from, they needed to 'collect' the memories from the gardener who'd dug it out of a compost heap at the Cardiff Botanical Reserve. The evidence was gone, but the memories remained, at least for the moment. "I'll take Owen and Andy," he nodded at the two of them, leaning in towards each other like plants starved of sun. Jack tamped down the flick of something - not guilt, because he didn't bother with that and if it was discomfort, well that was sensible. He glanced to Adam for a moment, frustrated; none of them knew, exactly, what the end result of the Axemalin was going to be but it was Adam's job to figure that kind of stuff out. Still, Jack couldn't spare them while Adam poked around in their heads so he'd put them to work - and keep an eye on them. "Sloppy seconds from Owen's mind aside," Jack went on, "you need to learn how to handle a retcon job yourself, Andy." His look at them was bland and unreadable. It hadn't been his fault, he hadn't even been there back then. And if Owen had never bothered to pay attention for psychic training and Andy wouldn't listen - then they had to live with the consequences. They all did. Tosh, make sure the CCTV is clean and show Martha the ropes, will you?" He turned to Adam with a grin, more teasing than kind. "And you, my friend, get to figure out a nice story for the Higgins and their lovely dog. Ianto can dummy up whatever records you need, he's around somewhere." |
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| Andy Davidson | Sep 12 2009, 07:11 AM Post #8 |
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Blames The Jam
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Andy's fingers laced more tightly with Owen's as Jack spoke, but he nodded back and uttered a quiet "right." It was pointless protesting that 'sloppy seconds' in this instance constituted working knowledge, albeit knowledge that Andy had to stand somewhat outside himself to use initially. There'd be a hint of East London, maybe, or a change in gait, that was all. That thought made him smile, which he hid with his free hand. He remembered the first time Owen had called down to the station house after. How Welsh he'd sounded, how well the lilt had suited him. Still, they were in a meeting. Andy shook off the memory and went back to the task at hand. The others found the two of them challenging enough without him daydreaming. |
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| Owen Harper | Sep 12 2009, 07:25 AM Post #9 |
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Owen's first instinct was to protest Jack's words, but it had been a while since he'd been out on a mission, and he didn't want to chance losing that opportunity, or the possibility of Jack getting irked and splitting them again. He shifted a little instead, fingers twitching back as Andy squeezed his hand. Besides, the others found the two of them difficult enough without him calling Jack out about it. "Gear's still packed," he said instead. "Shouldn't take long to be ready." |
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| Toshiko Sato | Sep 12 2009, 11:00 AM Post #10 |
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Time Lord
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Tosh glanced over to Andy and Owen as Jack directed them. Even worse than the ridiculously soppy smile that Andy was trying to hide was the clasp of their hands together, half-hidden under the table. Tosh rolled her eyes, turning her head back to Jack. She knew she should pity them, of course; Andy had been doing the right thing. That didn't stop them being the most ridiculous lovesick teenagers she'd ever seen though, and just the sight of it made Tosh feel physically ill. Maybe it was unfair that she reacted so strongly, but she couldn't help it: she'd liked it before, when Owen was dedicated and Andy made the occasional snarky comment and neither of them was so helpless. There wasn't anything that bothered Tosh more than people being dependent. ”Tosh, make sure the CCTV is clean and show Martha the ropes, will you?" Well, there was a silver lining: it wouldn't be bad to spend some time alone with Martha and get to know her a little better. After all, she was gorgeous. Tosh nodded, getting to her feet and reaching for her PDA with a smile to Martha. “Want to come down to my workstation? I'll show you the basics.” |
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| Martha Jones | Sep 12 2009, 02:59 PM Post #11 |
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Torchwood's Finest
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Tosh smiled at her as she stood. “Want to come down to my workstation? I'll show you the basics.” "Sure, sounds good," Martha replied, returning Tosh's smile and standing up to go with her. She'd liked Tosh ever since she'd met her on the Valiant, and Martha looked forward to taking a break from being in Medbay all day. She'd had enough of dealing with both the Hraxxon and Owen, although to be fair, neither of them could help being as they were. Still, she had her limits, and it was best not to overstep them. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Sep 13 2009, 09:16 AM Post #12 |
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Director, Torchwood-Three
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Jack nodded and pushed himself away from the table with relief. "Good, this shouldn't take long." "Adam will be keeping things in line tonight," he finished up, standing and pacing restlessly along the glass wall of the boardroom. "I'll be out." He felt like he was crawling out of his skin and the best way to take care of that was a good fuck, or two. With some loud, bad music ... or maybe he'd head to Bute Park and cut out all the messing around, put some equally restless man on his knees for a bit and give him the Captain's Special. Jack watched the passing shadow of Ianto beyond the glass, depositing files for Gwen, and cleaning up the mess from last night's takeaway. Too bad that opportunity was fucked beyond all repair. "Anyway," he shook himself and jerked his head at the two of them. "Come on." hm. continued out in Cardiff? Is there anything in the Hub you two want to do? |
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| Adam Smith | Sep 13 2009, 10:33 AM Post #13 |
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Weevil Bait
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Adam sat back and watched, listened. It was one thing to have the memories of it, but these human minds were slow, couldn't remember the methods by which they processed information, came to conclusions and created ideas. But he could see it, watch it brew and form right behind their eyes, watch their little minds spin with new input. Everything came down to input. In. Out. In. Out. Block this, reroute that, change that process, and totally different conclusions would be drawn. So easy. He smiled, and thought of sliding his hand across Jack's shoulder; cupping the smooth skin of Toshiko's breast; the pale skin at the back of Owen's neck. He was still learning how to create actions, but he was having much more fun studying the consequences. He watched Martha and Toshiko walk next to each other for a moment, each contained within their skin. Then he turned to look at Jack, brilliant and energetic like the fire of the sun. "Should be able to keep things well in hand," he said mildly. "You deserve a night off." A borrowed grin stretched across his face, plumbed from the depths of Jack's memories. He waited for the others to leave before following, hand trailing over the edges of the chairs. |
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| Owen Harper | Sep 13 2009, 10:40 AM Post #14 |
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Jam
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Owen and Andy disengaged briefly, standing to follow Jack out of the room. He could still feel Andy close behind him, breath and sound and motion out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't like they had to be in contact at all times, or anything of that nature, and it didn't hurt to remind the others of that from time to time. It just -- felt better when they were. So maybe that meant the occasional touch as they grabbed the kits out of the Medbay, passing equipment back and forth. But they didn't share the back seat in the SUV, and there would be plenty to do to keep them both busy. So long as each knew where the other was. |
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| Andy Davidson | Sep 13 2009, 05:09 PM Post #15 |
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Blames The Jam
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Andy sat in front of the SUV with Jack. He'd been careful to keep a pen in hand to fidget with. He didn't need to be in proximity with Owen, but Andy couldn't see him. That, plus being near Jack, plus the feeling that he had something to prove with this mission had him distinctly nervous. Nevermind being separated for clean-up earlier, and he was still a bit out of sorts. God, even the meeting had put him in an uncomfortable mood. He felt off. OOC: Okay, I think Andy and Owen are done in here. Sound about right to everyone else? |
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