Torchwood/Doctor Who - fic - The Torchwood Girls, part 5, Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs, Jack/Rose, PG
It's time to go and scare the students ;) I've invented something for this part as well, I hope it works.
Title - The Torchwood Girls
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs, Jack/Rose
Rating - PG (some role-play/dress-up)
Length - 1319 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, DW: 1.9-13, 2.2, 3.8/9 and 3.11-13
Summary - "...I want you to be my second in command." It all comes out in a rush, and he looks at Joan for her reaction. She’s calculating. Again.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The Torchwood Girls
by Laura
Part 5
“About that choice, Joan...” Jack says, after the train journey to Oxford, as they walk to Somerville College.
“Yes?”
“Do you think you could wait until 1920? Because I want you to be my second in command.” It all comes out in a rush, and he looks at Joan for her reaction. She’s calculating. Again.
“Would that place me in charge, when you aren’t there?”
“Yeah. Is that all right?”
They stop, having arrived at their destination. She smiles up at him. “Yes, Captain. I accept the position, as long as you do send me to university, like you promised. Now, how do you plan on gaining access to these women’s colleges?”
Jack grins, pulling a pendant on a chain out of his pocket. “This chamelace, from...” He stops, showing the spiral markings to Joan, letting her work it out.
“...Gallifrey?” she asks.
“Yes. I just found a few of them in my room in the TARDIS one day, not long after I came on board. Rose and I had a lot of fun playing with them.” At the memory, his expression turns wicked. Closing his eyes, thinking, he slips the chain over his head, and lets the cloaking device do its work: longer hair, a softer face, green eyes appear, one by one. Then his body and even his clothes change; a coat of a lighter blue is cut to accommodate some spectacular...assets.
Re-opening his eyes, he waits for Joan’s reaction.
Her eyes are comically wide. “I believe that appearance will work, Jack,” she eventually manages to say. “How did you discover they could do that?”
“Just by playing around with one of them. Rose came to see me one night, and got Lauren Bacall instead. So I placed another one round her neck, and got myself Bogart.”
“Who?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“You really are an extraordinary man, excuse me, woman, Jack.” Joan rolls her eyes a little.
“Yes, ma’am.” He shamelessly grins. “Let’s go find some science students. They should be the only ones still here, their terms are a few weeks longer.” Reaching into his pocket again, Jack takes out the leather wallets containing the psychic paper. Passing one to Joan, he, or rather his female appearance asks, “You remember what to do with this?” Before this, they’ve just played with it in the Hub.
“Yes. Today, I’m Maria Harper, from Harper Industries,” she says, showing him the ID which has now appeared.
“Your own company? That’s new.” He’s impressed. “I get the feeling you actually enjoy this cloak and dagger stuff, Joan.”
“I think I do,” she admits. “What is your legend, Jack?”
“Beth Jones, from Jones Engineering. I’m the heiress to the company, my father having no sons.” He shows her his own psychic paper.
“Is this going to work, Jack?” She suddenly sounds concerned.
“It’s worked for twenty years, Joan. I can’t ever see it not working.”
“Very well.”
They flash the psychic paper at the porter, and con their way into the Junior Common Room.
***
Jack watches Joan speaks to some chemistry students. She’s managing to hold her own, nodding at the appropriate points, and adding the occasional point from the school textbook Michael found for her when this mission was being planned.
“Miss Jones?”
A thirty-ish, very well-spoken, dark haired woman with brown eyes approaches him. From listening to her, it appears she’s reading physics.
“Eleanor Smythe,” she introduces herself as. “Tell me, Miss Jones, what does your father’s company manufacture?”
“Guns!” ‘Miss Jones’ says, thinking of something on the spot. “Shotguns and revolvers.”
“My favourite subject,” Eleanor replies, grinning. “I’m studying physics so I have a better understanding of how they work. I’d like to design my own, when I finish here.”
Oh, this one is a possible. She’s certainly a woman after Jack’s own heart, that’s for sure. “Perhaps you could come and design them for us, Miss Smythe. I’m afraid you must excuse me, I need to speak to my friend, Miss Harper.”
“Maria!” he says, walking over to Joan. “Can we talk, please?”
“Of course, Beth.”
***
They leave the common room, and Jack asks, “Did you find any possible candidates among the girls you were talking to?”
“I think so. There’s a Jennifer Porter who appears to be very clever indeed. I believe I may have tentatively offered her a position at Harper Industries. Is that what I was meant to do? It sounded terribly false, doing that.” She’s not entirely happy.
He patiently reminds her, “Joan, one of the first things I told you when you started was that you’d have to lie a fair bit. It’s not always pleasant, but we have to do it for the greater good.”
She nods in understanding. “Did you find anyone?”
“Yeah, I did. Similar mindset to me, by the sound of it. Shall we ask them to pay us a visit?”
“But what if they don’t suit, Jack? What do we do then?”
Damn. He still hasn’t told her about the Retcon. She won’t like it, that’s for sure. “Can I tell you that when we get back to the Hub, please, Joan?” he pleads.
“If you must.” She’s annoyed, he can hear it.
***
They go back into the common room. Jack goes up to Eleanor and says, “Could I possibly speak to you outside, please?” Joan does the same, and the four of them exit again.
“What do you wish to talk about, Miss Jones?” his possible asks.
Jack’s worried about the scepticism in her voice. Oh, she’s sussed them, hasn’t she? Yes, that’s the kind of person Torchwood needs. Amending her to a definite, he reaches into his coat for two business cards. Then he slips off the chamelace, and Beth vanishes.
“What’s happening? Oh! You are a man!” they exclaim, as his true appearance is revealed.
They sound shocked and annoyed, but then a smug grin appears on Eleanor’s face. “I knew it, of course, you realise,” she says.
“Yeah, I thought as much,” Jack admits. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, ladies. My colleague is Mrs Joan Redfern.”
“You tricked us, sir.” Eleanor’s grin has been replaced by something much less pleasant.
He passes them the cards. “Yeah. We did, and I apologise for that. We work for a organisation called Torchwood. Joan?”
“Jennifer, Eleanor, we would like to consider you for positions. When are you able to come and see us?”
“What does Torchwood do, Captain?” Jennifer asks.
“You’ll have to visit us to discover that. Dates, ladies?”
“Would the end of July be all right?” Eleanor offers.
Hell, no. Jack knows he’s very likely going to be a mess by then; Great Britain enters the war the week after that. “The middle would be better.”
“The middle it is, then. Shall we call you on the 1st, Captain?”
“That’ll be just fine, Eleanor.” He smiles at her, and places the chamelace around his neck again, to more gasps from the two women.“We look forward to seeing you, ladies.” They all shake hands and bid each other farewell.
***
Outside, Jack asks, “That went well, don’t you think, Joan?”
“Yes, it did. Do I need another legend for the next college?” She’s got plenty more up her sleeve.
“Oh, yeah,” he says.
“Could I have another appearance, too?” Joan chances.
“How did you know that was a possibility?” He pulls another chamelace from his pocket.
“I know you, Jack. You love the technology as much as you love the job itself. You enjoy watching people be fascinated by it.”
“Yeah.” He smiles, before briefly closing his eyes. “Can you whistle, Joan?” he asks her, placing the chamelace around her neck.
“What a strange question, Jack!” she exclaims. “I can, but why does it matter?”
“I just turned you into Lauren Bacall.” He grins at her. “C’mon, one down, three to go.”
They make their way to the next college, clad in their false identities.
TBC
I will write that Jack/Rose role-play/dress-up scene in full ;)
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torchwood_fic
torchwoodgenfic
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galactic_conman
john_joan
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Title - The Torchwood Girls
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jack, Joan Redfern, OCs, Jack/Rose
Rating - PG (some role-play/dress-up)
Length - 1319 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, DW: 1.9-13, 2.2, 3.8/9 and 3.11-13
Summary - "...I want you to be my second in command." It all comes out in a rush, and he looks at Joan for her reaction. She’s calculating. Again.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The Torchwood Girls
by Laura
Part 5
“About that choice, Joan...” Jack says, after the train journey to Oxford, as they walk to Somerville College.
“Yes?”
“Do you think you could wait until 1920? Because I want you to be my second in command.” It all comes out in a rush, and he looks at Joan for her reaction. She’s calculating. Again.
“Would that place me in charge, when you aren’t there?”
“Yeah. Is that all right?”
They stop, having arrived at their destination. She smiles up at him. “Yes, Captain. I accept the position, as long as you do send me to university, like you promised. Now, how do you plan on gaining access to these women’s colleges?”
Jack grins, pulling a pendant on a chain out of his pocket. “This chamelace, from...” He stops, showing the spiral markings to Joan, letting her work it out.
“...Gallifrey?” she asks.
“Yes. I just found a few of them in my room in the TARDIS one day, not long after I came on board. Rose and I had a lot of fun playing with them.” At the memory, his expression turns wicked. Closing his eyes, thinking, he slips the chain over his head, and lets the cloaking device do its work: longer hair, a softer face, green eyes appear, one by one. Then his body and even his clothes change; a coat of a lighter blue is cut to accommodate some spectacular...assets.
Re-opening his eyes, he waits for Joan’s reaction.
Her eyes are comically wide. “I believe that appearance will work, Jack,” she eventually manages to say. “How did you discover they could do that?”
“Just by playing around with one of them. Rose came to see me one night, and got Lauren Bacall instead. So I placed another one round her neck, and got myself Bogart.”
“Who?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“You really are an extraordinary man, excuse me, woman, Jack.” Joan rolls her eyes a little.
“Yes, ma’am.” He shamelessly grins. “Let’s go find some science students. They should be the only ones still here, their terms are a few weeks longer.” Reaching into his pocket again, Jack takes out the leather wallets containing the psychic paper. Passing one to Joan, he, or rather his female appearance asks, “You remember what to do with this?” Before this, they’ve just played with it in the Hub.
“Yes. Today, I’m Maria Harper, from Harper Industries,” she says, showing him the ID which has now appeared.
“Your own company? That’s new.” He’s impressed. “I get the feeling you actually enjoy this cloak and dagger stuff, Joan.”
“I think I do,” she admits. “What is your legend, Jack?”
“Beth Jones, from Jones Engineering. I’m the heiress to the company, my father having no sons.” He shows her his own psychic paper.
“Is this going to work, Jack?” She suddenly sounds concerned.
“It’s worked for twenty years, Joan. I can’t ever see it not working.”
“Very well.”
They flash the psychic paper at the porter, and con their way into the Junior Common Room.
***
Jack watches Joan speaks to some chemistry students. She’s managing to hold her own, nodding at the appropriate points, and adding the occasional point from the school textbook Michael found for her when this mission was being planned.
“Miss Jones?”
A thirty-ish, very well-spoken, dark haired woman with brown eyes approaches him. From listening to her, it appears she’s reading physics.
“Eleanor Smythe,” she introduces herself as. “Tell me, Miss Jones, what does your father’s company manufacture?”
“Guns!” ‘Miss Jones’ says, thinking of something on the spot. “Shotguns and revolvers.”
“My favourite subject,” Eleanor replies, grinning. “I’m studying physics so I have a better understanding of how they work. I’d like to design my own, when I finish here.”
Oh, this one is a possible. She’s certainly a woman after Jack’s own heart, that’s for sure. “Perhaps you could come and design them for us, Miss Smythe. I’m afraid you must excuse me, I need to speak to my friend, Miss Harper.”
“Maria!” he says, walking over to Joan. “Can we talk, please?”
“Of course, Beth.”
***
They leave the common room, and Jack asks, “Did you find any possible candidates among the girls you were talking to?”
“I think so. There’s a Jennifer Porter who appears to be very clever indeed. I believe I may have tentatively offered her a position at Harper Industries. Is that what I was meant to do? It sounded terribly false, doing that.” She’s not entirely happy.
He patiently reminds her, “Joan, one of the first things I told you when you started was that you’d have to lie a fair bit. It’s not always pleasant, but we have to do it for the greater good.”
She nods in understanding. “Did you find anyone?”
“Yeah, I did. Similar mindset to me, by the sound of it. Shall we ask them to pay us a visit?”
“But what if they don’t suit, Jack? What do we do then?”
Damn. He still hasn’t told her about the Retcon. She won’t like it, that’s for sure. “Can I tell you that when we get back to the Hub, please, Joan?” he pleads.
“If you must.” She’s annoyed, he can hear it.
***
They go back into the common room. Jack goes up to Eleanor and says, “Could I possibly speak to you outside, please?” Joan does the same, and the four of them exit again.
“What do you wish to talk about, Miss Jones?” his possible asks.
Jack’s worried about the scepticism in her voice. Oh, she’s sussed them, hasn’t she? Yes, that’s the kind of person Torchwood needs. Amending her to a definite, he reaches into his coat for two business cards. Then he slips off the chamelace, and Beth vanishes.
“What’s happening? Oh! You are a man!” they exclaim, as his true appearance is revealed.
They sound shocked and annoyed, but then a smug grin appears on Eleanor’s face. “I knew it, of course, you realise,” she says.
“Yeah, I thought as much,” Jack admits. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, ladies. My colleague is Mrs Joan Redfern.”
“You tricked us, sir.” Eleanor’s grin has been replaced by something much less pleasant.
He passes them the cards. “Yeah. We did, and I apologise for that. We work for a organisation called Torchwood. Joan?”
“Jennifer, Eleanor, we would like to consider you for positions. When are you able to come and see us?”
“What does Torchwood do, Captain?” Jennifer asks.
“You’ll have to visit us to discover that. Dates, ladies?”
“Would the end of July be all right?” Eleanor offers.
Hell, no. Jack knows he’s very likely going to be a mess by then; Great Britain enters the war the week after that. “The middle would be better.”
“The middle it is, then. Shall we call you on the 1st, Captain?”
“That’ll be just fine, Eleanor.” He smiles at her, and places the chamelace around his neck again, to more gasps from the two women.“We look forward to seeing you, ladies.” They all shake hands and bid each other farewell.
***
Outside, Jack asks, “That went well, don’t you think, Joan?”
“Yes, it did. Do I need another legend for the next college?” She’s got plenty more up her sleeve.
“Oh, yeah,” he says.
“Could I have another appearance, too?” Joan chances.
“How did you know that was a possibility?” He pulls another chamelace from his pocket.
“I know you, Jack. You love the technology as much as you love the job itself. You enjoy watching people be fascinated by it.”
“Yeah.” He smiles, before briefly closing his eyes. “Can you whistle, Joan?” he asks her, placing the chamelace around her neck.
“What a strange question, Jack!” she exclaims. “I can, but why does it matter?”
“I just turned you into Lauren Bacall.” He grins at her. “C’mon, one down, three to go.”
They make their way to the next college, clad in their false identities.
TBC
I will write that Jack/Rose role-play/dress-up scene in full ;)
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
torchwoodgenfic
dwfiction
new_who
galactic_conman
john_joan
available_very
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