ZOMG! Torchwood Flash Fic!
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anonymoose_au9:01pm: You know I just realised that I mentioned having finished one nearly two weeks ago and never posted it! Shame on me, but I needed to write another one to kinda put it in context and I've done that now...
Soooo
049. Club
Poor girl…
Clore Penzhono, the only recruit of 5100, maybe even the last one, the way the agency was winding down.
Not part of the club.
The four Time Agents are lounging around the table in their break room looking over the holographic file.
“They’re takin’ in anyone these days,” Agent Therox takes a drag from an Obsedite clove – strictly condoned, but the Overseers seem to be getting sloppy.
Hanson nods. “Rumour mill says the girl doesn’t even have a trauma.”
Llevet is incredulous, shaking her head. “No way..why the fuck would she even join?”
“Probably got a new campaign going,” Xevin smirks, humourlessly. “Join the Agency, see the universe...”
“Destroy parts of it.” Therox adds and the Agents laugh.
“Well whatever the reason, she passed into the Top Level, with us, so who’s gonna partner her?”
Hanson takes a good look at the revolving holographic image. “She’s a looker no doubt about it…”
Therox rolls his eyes. “’Cause that’s the most important thing about selecting a partner.”
“Considering the amount of time you spend alone, not such a bad criterion. “ Llevet smirks.
“The most important criterion,” Xevin speaks up, “is if one us takes her, who’s gonna go with Vane?”
The four Agents look at each other, none of them speak but the looks on their faces are clear. I sure as Hell don’t want to be that poor bastard.
Hanson taps his fingers on the arm of his chair for a moment. “Well, you’ve worked with him right, Xevin? So, it’s only fair –“
“No fucking way, once was enough for me, it’s a miracle he didn’t kill me.”
“Well I’m not risking my life,” Therox folds his arms. “I’m up for retirement soon…I didn’t work for forty years to die now.”
“Don’t look at me,” Llevet holds up her hands and shakes her head. “I’m no fool.”
Hanson winces. “God, don’t stick him with me…”
“None of us deserves it…but…” Therox turns his eyes towards the hologram. “Well…she doesn’t know, does she?”
Xevin cocks an eyebrow. “You think that’s fair?”
“We’re Time Agents,” Therox gives a cold smile, “when has fair ever meant anything?”
Poor girl indeed…not part of the club…and now Agent Vane’s partner.
“Hey,” Llevet gives a small laugh, “maybe she’s got something we don’t? Maybe Vane won’t blow her head off.”
The others laugh and Xevin shakes his head. “Yeah, and maybe there really is a God.”
~*~
Hopefully you remember those guys from a previous installment...Heart, Time Agents can be such assholes!
012. Orange
The Lotus Nebula.
Nirvana.
Heaven on…well not Earth, because it’s not – on earth I mean. But you get the idea.
It’s the best place in the whole universe, no joke.
The orange sky stretches overhead and the pink waves of the ocean hit the beach.
Just beautiful.
We arrived just that morning and thank Goddess for that! And all right we technically didn’t have leave, but come on. Two days for every six month’s of service? There’s gotta be a law against that, or there should be at least.
So here we are Clo and I.
I wanted to bring Jax here, not that he hasn’t been, anybody with any access whatsoever to interspace transportation has come here…or at least viewed it from a distance.
But…no, damn bastard dumped me! Twice!
Who knows where he is now? But I’d be lying if I said part of me didn’t hope you know…that he might be about. ‘Cause I’d certainly come here, if I ever dumped the Agency.
Clo and I are sitting at this little beachside café, under an umbrella and everything. The sun here - well it’s not really a sun, but that’s what I call it, it’s a blue dwarf – is just beginning to set the sky going purple.
We’re sipping on our tropical drinks (I’ve added some hypervodka to mine, because come on) and kicking back.
“This place is pretty amazing,” Clo grins, “I mean you said so, but…”
“What? You think I was lying?” I put a hand to my chest. “I’m hurt Clo, honestly hurt.”
She blows her little paper cocktail umbrella in my general direction.
“So how exactly do you experience seventeen simultaneous pleasures? I can only imagine three at once, five tops.”
“You lack imagination is all!” I pick up the cocktail umbrella and twirl it between my fingers. “Gambling while enjoy a hypervodka in glass bottom shuttle over the picturesque mountains, while receiving a neck massage and a foot message from a Octiphin, kissing a pretty alien, while another tends to…baser needs. A box of Lotus chocolate in front of you filled with heinsig, listening to the haunting tones of a Serophdite and watching a dancing line of Sirens, the air full of jerian, the sun setting in the north. Getting a hand massage when your hands are free, enjoying a good old fashioned cigar and some Nebula nuts all while being naked!”
I can see Clo adding it all up. “You don’t think the neck and foot massage should count as one pleasure?”
“Please, its way too good for that!”
Clo laughs. “I think that’s a bit too ambitious for me…I’ll leave you to it.”
I grin back, but I can’t help feeling a little sad.
If I had Jax here I could forgo the pretty alien kisses and strokes, since I’d have my own pretty alien right with me.
~*~
Awwww, poor Captain John... :O( But hey at least I got to describe those 17 pleausres of the Lotus Nebula LOL! took me a while to figure that out. ;O)
Righto, will be back later with your regularly scheduled update.
Soooo
049. Club
Poor girl…
Clore Penzhono, the only recruit of 5100, maybe even the last one, the way the agency was winding down.
Not part of the club.
The four Time Agents are lounging around the table in their break room looking over the holographic file.
“They’re takin’ in anyone these days,” Agent Therox takes a drag from an Obsedite clove – strictly condoned, but the Overseers seem to be getting sloppy.
Hanson nods. “Rumour mill says the girl doesn’t even have a trauma.”
Llevet is incredulous, shaking her head. “No way..why the fuck would she even join?”
“Probably got a new campaign going,” Xevin smirks, humourlessly. “Join the Agency, see the universe...”
“Destroy parts of it.” Therox adds and the Agents laugh.
“Well whatever the reason, she passed into the Top Level, with us, so who’s gonna partner her?”
Hanson takes a good look at the revolving holographic image. “She’s a looker no doubt about it…”
Therox rolls his eyes. “’Cause that’s the most important thing about selecting a partner.”
“Considering the amount of time you spend alone, not such a bad criterion. “ Llevet smirks.
“The most important criterion,” Xevin speaks up, “is if one us takes her, who’s gonna go with Vane?”
The four Agents look at each other, none of them speak but the looks on their faces are clear. I sure as Hell don’t want to be that poor bastard.
Hanson taps his fingers on the arm of his chair for a moment. “Well, you’ve worked with him right, Xevin? So, it’s only fair –“
“No fucking way, once was enough for me, it’s a miracle he didn’t kill me.”
“Well I’m not risking my life,” Therox folds his arms. “I’m up for retirement soon…I didn’t work for forty years to die now.”
“Don’t look at me,” Llevet holds up her hands and shakes her head. “I’m no fool.”
Hanson winces. “God, don’t stick him with me…”
“None of us deserves it…but…” Therox turns his eyes towards the hologram. “Well…she doesn’t know, does she?”
Xevin cocks an eyebrow. “You think that’s fair?”
“We’re Time Agents,” Therox gives a cold smile, “when has fair ever meant anything?”
Poor girl indeed…not part of the club…and now Agent Vane’s partner.
“Hey,” Llevet gives a small laugh, “maybe she’s got something we don’t? Maybe Vane won’t blow her head off.”
The others laugh and Xevin shakes his head. “Yeah, and maybe there really is a God.”
~*~
Hopefully you remember those guys from a previous installment...Heart, Time Agents can be such assholes!
012. Orange
The Lotus Nebula.
Nirvana.
Heaven on…well not Earth, because it’s not – on earth I mean. But you get the idea.
It’s the best place in the whole universe, no joke.
The orange sky stretches overhead and the pink waves of the ocean hit the beach.
Just beautiful.
We arrived just that morning and thank Goddess for that! And all right we technically didn’t have leave, but come on. Two days for every six month’s of service? There’s gotta be a law against that, or there should be at least.
So here we are Clo and I.
I wanted to bring Jax here, not that he hasn’t been, anybody with any access whatsoever to interspace transportation has come here…or at least viewed it from a distance.
But…no, damn bastard dumped me! Twice!
Who knows where he is now? But I’d be lying if I said part of me didn’t hope you know…that he might be about. ‘Cause I’d certainly come here, if I ever dumped the Agency.
Clo and I are sitting at this little beachside café, under an umbrella and everything. The sun here - well it’s not really a sun, but that’s what I call it, it’s a blue dwarf – is just beginning to set the sky going purple.
We’re sipping on our tropical drinks (I’ve added some hypervodka to mine, because come on) and kicking back.
“This place is pretty amazing,” Clo grins, “I mean you said so, but…”
“What? You think I was lying?” I put a hand to my chest. “I’m hurt Clo, honestly hurt.”
She blows her little paper cocktail umbrella in my general direction.
“So how exactly do you experience seventeen simultaneous pleasures? I can only imagine three at once, five tops.”
“You lack imagination is all!” I pick up the cocktail umbrella and twirl it between my fingers. “Gambling while enjoy a hypervodka in glass bottom shuttle over the picturesque mountains, while receiving a neck massage and a foot message from a Octiphin, kissing a pretty alien, while another tends to…baser needs. A box of Lotus chocolate in front of you filled with heinsig, listening to the haunting tones of a Serophdite and watching a dancing line of Sirens, the air full of jerian, the sun setting in the north. Getting a hand massage when your hands are free, enjoying a good old fashioned cigar and some Nebula nuts all while being naked!”
I can see Clo adding it all up. “You don’t think the neck and foot massage should count as one pleasure?”
“Please, its way too good for that!”
Clo laughs. “I think that’s a bit too ambitious for me…I’ll leave you to it.”
I grin back, but I can’t help feeling a little sad.
If I had Jax here I could forgo the pretty alien kisses and strokes, since I’d have my own pretty alien right with me.
~*~
Awwww, poor Captain John... :O( But hey at least I got to describe those 17 pleausres of the Lotus Nebula LOL! took me a while to figure that out. ;O)
Righto, will be back later with your regularly scheduled update.
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:33 pm (UTC)But hey, Clo and John seem to get along fine in the end, so it works out for everybody! :D (For now, anyway.)
Nice fics! And what a pleasure description. ;p
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Date: 2009-05-18 10:41 pm (UTC)And Clo and John managed to get on after a bad start. I'll get around to writing that sooner or later. :O)
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:09 pm (UTC)LOL, I look forward to seeing it.