Torchwood/Spooks - fic - If This Book Should Ever Roam, Jack, Malcolm, Harry, PG
Fandoms - Torchwood/Spooks (aka MI5 in USA)
Title - If This Book Should Ever Roam
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack Harkness, Malcolm Wynn-Jones, Harry Pearce
Rating - PG, gen
Length - 440 words
Spoilers - general for both shows
Summary - a stray book causes trouble
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - OK, I might have taken an idea or two from sam_storyteller's The Theory of Two Centres
If This Book Should Ever Roam
by Laura
Harry examined the book he’d been handed. “A 1965 edition of Casino Royale?” he said, looking up at Malcolm. “And it just… appeared?” It sounded ridiculous, even to his ears.
“Yes. From nowhere. Can’t make any sense of the chip on the spine, either. Most frustrating.”
Of course. “Well, not that the manual isn’t appreciated. I’d like to know where it came from, though.”
“Torchwood?” Malcolm asked.
“Torchwood,” Harry eventually allowed. “And Captain Jack Harkness, God help us all.” Watching the technical analyst leave, he picked up his phone, and dialled Cardiff.
***
Harkness was in London, already, Ianto Jones informed him. Calls were made, and MI5 met Torchwood at the In and Out Club that afternoon. “This appeared in our offices,” Harry said, handing the paperback to Jack. They sat in armchairs, drinking a very fine scotch.
“You sure someone didn’t just bring it in to read, Harry?” Jack asked, flicking through the first few pages.
“Malcolm saw it appear, Jack. Out of thin air.”
“Huh,” Harkness replied, non-committally. Something must have then caught his eye, as he smiled, and looked up. “This is mine, Harry. I thought I’d got my wrist strap working again. Stuck a little chip on the book, with a bit of alien tech in it. Tried sending something that wouldn’t be missed, that I could easily buy again, if I couldn’t get it back,” he whispered.
“In 1965?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. In 1965,” Jack replied, as though it was nothing. Which it was, to him. “Had little better to do, at the time. Thanks for looking after it for me, Harry. I’ll take it home, give it to Ianto. He’ll appreciate it.” Smiling, he rose from the chair, and stuck the book in a pocket of his RAF officer’s greatcoat.
His RAF officer’s Second World War greatcoat, with its George VI buttons. Well, Torchwood were Crown, rather than State. The man might be a huge anachronism, but Harkness was a bloody good agent, Harry had to admit. And would continue to be, for God only knew how long. He got up from his own chair.
“Sir Harry,” Jack said, and saluted him.
“Captain Harkness,” he replied, returning the salute, out of form.
“See you next time something weird happens, Harry.”
“Yes, Jack.” Once Harkness had left, he threw back the last of his whisky. It was then that Harry realised Jack had only given him half the story.
“Bloody typical,” he muttered, as he left the club, and made his way back to Thames House.
Section D would be most amused to discover their boss had been taken in by the Harkness charm.
Yet again.
-end-
crosspost:
galactic_conman
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
torchwoodgenfic
dwfiction
crossoverfic
spooky_doings
Title - If This Book Should Ever Roam
Author - laurab1
Characters - Jack Harkness, Malcolm Wynn-Jones, Harry Pearce
Rating - PG, gen
Length - 440 words
Spoilers - general for both shows
Summary - a stray book causes trouble
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - OK, I might have taken an idea or two from sam_storyteller's The Theory of Two Centres
If This Book Should Ever Roam
by Laura
Harry examined the book he’d been handed. “A 1965 edition of Casino Royale?” he said, looking up at Malcolm. “And it just… appeared?” It sounded ridiculous, even to his ears.
“Yes. From nowhere. Can’t make any sense of the chip on the spine, either. Most frustrating.”
Of course. “Well, not that the manual isn’t appreciated. I’d like to know where it came from, though.”
“Torchwood?” Malcolm asked.
“Torchwood,” Harry eventually allowed. “And Captain Jack Harkness, God help us all.” Watching the technical analyst leave, he picked up his phone, and dialled Cardiff.
***
Harkness was in London, already, Ianto Jones informed him. Calls were made, and MI5 met Torchwood at the In and Out Club that afternoon. “This appeared in our offices,” Harry said, handing the paperback to Jack. They sat in armchairs, drinking a very fine scotch.
“You sure someone didn’t just bring it in to read, Harry?” Jack asked, flicking through the first few pages.
“Malcolm saw it appear, Jack. Out of thin air.”
“Huh,” Harkness replied, non-committally. Something must have then caught his eye, as he smiled, and looked up. “This is mine, Harry. I thought I’d got my wrist strap working again. Stuck a little chip on the book, with a bit of alien tech in it. Tried sending something that wouldn’t be missed, that I could easily buy again, if I couldn’t get it back,” he whispered.
“In 1965?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. In 1965,” Jack replied, as though it was nothing. Which it was, to him. “Had little better to do, at the time. Thanks for looking after it for me, Harry. I’ll take it home, give it to Ianto. He’ll appreciate it.” Smiling, he rose from the chair, and stuck the book in a pocket of his RAF officer’s greatcoat.
His RAF officer’s Second World War greatcoat, with its George VI buttons. Well, Torchwood were Crown, rather than State. The man might be a huge anachronism, but Harkness was a bloody good agent, Harry had to admit. And would continue to be, for God only knew how long. He got up from his own chair.
“Sir Harry,” Jack said, and saluted him.
“Captain Harkness,” he replied, returning the salute, out of form.
“See you next time something weird happens, Harry.”
“Yes, Jack.” Once Harkness had left, he threw back the last of his whisky. It was then that Harry realised Jack had only given him half the story.
“Bloody typical,” he muttered, as he left the club, and made his way back to Thames House.
Section D would be most amused to discover their boss had been taken in by the Harkness charm.
Yet again.
-end-
crosspost:
galactic_conman
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
torchwoodgenfic
dwfiction
crossoverfic
spooky_doings