Fic - To Find Destiny
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moon_blitzTitle: To Find Destiny
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Wordcount: 1,113
Characters: Clara, Gerald Kneale, Jack Harkness
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for Doctor Who 7x13, "The Name of the Doctor"
Summary: Clara infiltrates Torchwood to find the person she knows she must save.
Author's Note: It's not mentioned, but this is set in 1917.
To Find Destiny
She had lied too many times, pulled too many strings and called in too many favours to fail now. Her mission in life was to save somebody, that much she knew. She only hoped her forged papers would be enough to fool the man seated across from her.
“Clara Oswald. Age 23. Born and raised in London. So this is the new secretary Torchwood One send us, is it?” The man behind the desk glanced up from the folder open before him at her, blue eyes probing. Of course he was suspicious, anyone would be. There was a war on, and rumours of German spies were circulating, so Torchwood was probably worried about them along with everything else.
“Yes sir, I’m the one,” she replied as calmly as she could, giving him a small smile. He nodded silently, eyes dropping back to her file.
“I was hoping for someone with some more experience, but I suppose you’ll have to do,” the man said at last, closing her file and rising. Clara rose as well, trying to control her nerves. Had she actually gotten in?
The man offered a smile along with his hand. “Welcome to Torchwood Three, Miss Oswald. I’m Gerald Kneale, the team leader here.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” she replied promptly, smiling back as they shook hands.
“The pleasure’s all mine. Come, let me show you around,” Agent Kneale said as he flipped a hidden switch on the desk. Clara tried not to let her surprise show too much as part of the wall slid back to reveal a secret lift. As they stepped inside, her new boss added, “Dr. Quinn is out on assignment with Agent Caldwell at the moment, so you’ll be meeting them later. Tell me, do you make a good cup of tea?”
“I do, sir,” she replied as the door closed and the lift began to descend. The little information she had gotten on Torchwood Three stated that it was a team of five agents, considered large enough to deal with most problems that arose in Cardiff and the surrounding area. It was bound to be an exciting job, and she hoped that she would be useful to the team despite being just a secretary.
They exited the lift and went down a winding corridor before stopping at a massive steel door. “I’ll issue you a key within the next day or two, so until then, just give the Hub a ring before you come down so someone can let you in,” he explained as he slid a flat palm-sized card into a slot next to the door. Clara nodded silently, backing up slightly as the huge door hissed and started to slid sideways.
She followed Agent Kneale into the large room that lay beyond, straightening her dress as she walked. First impressions were important, after all. Two women and a man were working at various points around the room, all looking up as they entered. As she was introduced to them in turn, Clara told herself that deceiving them was in the best interest of everyone involved. With their resources, she was sure to find the person she was supposed to save, and perhaps even help save others along the way.
- - -
“Hello, Clara Oswald, secretary of Torchwood Three. How are you liking your new job?” She looked up at the familiar voice, smiling at the informant who had helped her infiltrate the organization. She had never expected to see him again, so the visit was a pleasant surprise.
“Good evening, Mr. Harkness. Things are going very well, everything considered. What can I do for you?” she asked, sliding the file she was working on back into its folder. She was working late, since a recent case had resulted in a large number of files that had to be sorted and put away.
“I would like to get inside, please,” he said pleasantly, and her stomach dropped. Had this been the real reason why he had gotten her involved with Torchwood?
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in. Rules and all that,” she answered, eyes narrowing as she reached for the emergency alarm button that was hidden on the leg of the desk. It would lock all the exits and send out a signal that would summon all the agents to this location.
“Relax, Clara. I’m allowed inside. No need to panic.” Mr. Harkness flashed her a grin as he reached inside his coat and drew out Institute identification and the card that allowed agents into the Hub. “I’m the freelance agent Gerald might have told you about.”
“You’re an agent…” she mumbled in horror, staring at the items he held out. Yes, she had heard mention of someone else, but only as ‘Jack’ or ‘the Captain’, never by his full name. “You were all along…” That explained why Agent Kneale had accepted her paperwork without question - it had been official and not forged as she had thought.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I was sent on assignment the day you arrived and didn’t get back until tonight. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. And Clara? Don’t worry. Gerald and the other don’t know who you really are. Your secret’s safe with me,” Mr. Harkness said firmly, smile vanishing at he looked at her.
“Why?” was all she could ask.
“Why? Hm…” he settled on the edge of the desk and looked away for a moment, thinking. When he looked at her again, he was smiling. “Because I do believe you when you say that you have to find the person you’re supposed to save. There’s someone I’m looking for too, so I figured we could help each other out a little. And besides…this place needs some nice young ladies like you around to brighten things up.”
Clara looked up at him, seeing the truth in his eyes as he spoke. She wasn’t sure why, but she already trusted him to keep her secret. It would take some time to get over the deception he had pulled on her, but since she had tried to do the same to him and his co-workers, she figured it was only fair. somehow she knew that they could be friends.
“Mr. Harkness-”
“Call me Jack. Or Captain Jack if you have to.”
“Captain Jack, thank you.” She flipped the switch to open the lift door and smiled at him. “Go on down and I’ll join you with a cup of tea in a jiffy.”
“No sugar, just milk, please.” Jack grinned, slid off her desk and gave her a wave as he headed towards the lift.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Wordcount: 1,113
Characters: Clara, Gerald Kneale, Jack Harkness
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for Doctor Who 7x13, "The Name of the Doctor"
Summary: Clara infiltrates Torchwood to find the person she knows she must save.
Author's Note: It's not mentioned, but this is set in 1917.
She had lied too many times, pulled too many strings and called in too many favours to fail now. Her mission in life was to save somebody, that much she knew. She only hoped her forged papers would be enough to fool the man seated across from her.
“Clara Oswald. Age 23. Born and raised in London. So this is the new secretary Torchwood One send us, is it?” The man behind the desk glanced up from the folder open before him at her, blue eyes probing. Of course he was suspicious, anyone would be. There was a war on, and rumours of German spies were circulating, so Torchwood was probably worried about them along with everything else.
“Yes sir, I’m the one,” she replied as calmly as she could, giving him a small smile. He nodded silently, eyes dropping back to her file.
“I was hoping for someone with some more experience, but I suppose you’ll have to do,” the man said at last, closing her file and rising. Clara rose as well, trying to control her nerves. Had she actually gotten in?
The man offered a smile along with his hand. “Welcome to Torchwood Three, Miss Oswald. I’m Gerald Kneale, the team leader here.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” she replied promptly, smiling back as they shook hands.
“The pleasure’s all mine. Come, let me show you around,” Agent Kneale said as he flipped a hidden switch on the desk. Clara tried not to let her surprise show too much as part of the wall slid back to reveal a secret lift. As they stepped inside, her new boss added, “Dr. Quinn is out on assignment with Agent Caldwell at the moment, so you’ll be meeting them later. Tell me, do you make a good cup of tea?”
“I do, sir,” she replied as the door closed and the lift began to descend. The little information she had gotten on Torchwood Three stated that it was a team of five agents, considered large enough to deal with most problems that arose in Cardiff and the surrounding area. It was bound to be an exciting job, and she hoped that she would be useful to the team despite being just a secretary.
They exited the lift and went down a winding corridor before stopping at a massive steel door. “I’ll issue you a key within the next day or two, so until then, just give the Hub a ring before you come down so someone can let you in,” he explained as he slid a flat palm-sized card into a slot next to the door. Clara nodded silently, backing up slightly as the huge door hissed and started to slid sideways.
She followed Agent Kneale into the large room that lay beyond, straightening her dress as she walked. First impressions were important, after all. Two women and a man were working at various points around the room, all looking up as they entered. As she was introduced to them in turn, Clara told herself that deceiving them was in the best interest of everyone involved. With their resources, she was sure to find the person she was supposed to save, and perhaps even help save others along the way.
“Hello, Clara Oswald, secretary of Torchwood Three. How are you liking your new job?” She looked up at the familiar voice, smiling at the informant who had helped her infiltrate the organization. She had never expected to see him again, so the visit was a pleasant surprise.
“Good evening, Mr. Harkness. Things are going very well, everything considered. What can I do for you?” she asked, sliding the file she was working on back into its folder. She was working late, since a recent case had resulted in a large number of files that had to be sorted and put away.
“I would like to get inside, please,” he said pleasantly, and her stomach dropped. Had this been the real reason why he had gotten her involved with Torchwood?
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in. Rules and all that,” she answered, eyes narrowing as she reached for the emergency alarm button that was hidden on the leg of the desk. It would lock all the exits and send out a signal that would summon all the agents to this location.
“Relax, Clara. I’m allowed inside. No need to panic.” Mr. Harkness flashed her a grin as he reached inside his coat and drew out Institute identification and the card that allowed agents into the Hub. “I’m the freelance agent Gerald might have told you about.”
“You’re an agent…” she mumbled in horror, staring at the items he held out. Yes, she had heard mention of someone else, but only as ‘Jack’ or ‘the Captain’, never by his full name. “You were all along…” That explained why Agent Kneale had accepted her paperwork without question - it had been official and not forged as she had thought.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I was sent on assignment the day you arrived and didn’t get back until tonight. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. And Clara? Don’t worry. Gerald and the other don’t know who you really are. Your secret’s safe with me,” Mr. Harkness said firmly, smile vanishing at he looked at her.
“Why?” was all she could ask.
“Why? Hm…” he settled on the edge of the desk and looked away for a moment, thinking. When he looked at her again, he was smiling. “Because I do believe you when you say that you have to find the person you’re supposed to save. There’s someone I’m looking for too, so I figured we could help each other out a little. And besides…this place needs some nice young ladies like you around to brighten things up.”
Clara looked up at him, seeing the truth in his eyes as he spoke. She wasn’t sure why, but she already trusted him to keep her secret. It would take some time to get over the deception he had pulled on her, but since she had tried to do the same to him and his co-workers, she figured it was only fair. somehow she knew that they could be friends.
“Mr. Harkness-”
“Call me Jack. Or Captain Jack if you have to.”
“Captain Jack, thank you.” She flipped the switch to open the lift door and smiled at him. “Go on down and I’ll join you with a cup of tea in a jiffy.”
“No sugar, just milk, please.” Jack grinned, slid off her desk and gave her a wave as he headed towards the lift.
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