Number One With A Silver Bullet [3/?]
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s4_seeTitle: Number One With A Silver Bullet
Rating: teen [language and sexual situations]
Characters: PC Andy, Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh, George, Mitchell, Nina
Spoilers: TW s2/BH s1, inclusive
Advisories: crossover with Being Human
Disclaimer: somebody please stop me, no, seriously...
Summary: Torchwood Three is finally back up to full strength, although its new hires bring... unconventional skillsets.
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For all that George professed to find Torchwood's many ghosts a distraction from his duties, Mitchell thought that the werewolf seemed to rather enjoy the intellectual challenge of being forced to keep up with a century's worth of extraordinary minds. Even the opinionated Doctor Harper. So long as one could keep the conversation well away from sex or what that fairly fresh shade thought of his still-living colleagues, George had generally been managing to hold his own around the supernatural water-cooler. (Mitchell had once come in to find them having a surprisingly sophisticated argument about abstract expressionism.)
Harper's relations with the current medical officer, now, listening to them go at it could be a bit... trying. "I don't know, maybe because I'm being asked to work above my level of expertise with the ghost of a twat staring at my tits all day?"
"They are worth staring at, sweetheart. If I wasn't dead and you weren't trying to pretend you're dating Shep --"
"That's it, I'm ringing an exorcist."
Ianto had that And just how is it that I am the only normal person working here look on his face again. "Technically the remains and effects of active Torchwood employees revert to the organisation at death, so an exorcism would be vandalism against company property," he said.
An expression of utter disbelief creased the ghost's pale face. "Oi, that's fucking slavery. I'm writing Amnesty International."
Nina gave him a glare that by rights should have been enough to cow even the dead. "While you're about it you might want to mention that you're an active participant in the human-rights violations --"
Ianto dipped in closer with a coffee for Mitchell to murmur, "I assume I should be glad I can't hear both sides of this conversation?" as if he were already reasonably certain of the answer. When the vampire nodded he cast a wary look to where Nina had just made a rude gesture before stalking up out of the autopsy room and sighed. "Good luck with that face in the car."
Mitchell glanced at the clock in the corner of a screen. "And we'll be lucky to make it with time for supper." He gulped down a great swallow from the mug and pushed back from the workstation as Nina bent in to tap at the keyboard. "Tell Jack we're off, then, the moon waits for no paperwork."
Rating: teen [language and sexual situations]
Characters: PC Andy, Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh, George, Mitchell, Nina
Spoilers: TW s2/BH s1, inclusive
Advisories: crossover with Being Human
Disclaimer: somebody please stop me, no, seriously...
Summary: Torchwood Three is finally back up to full strength, although its new hires bring... unconventional skillsets.
**********
For all that George professed to find Torchwood's many ghosts a distraction from his duties, Mitchell thought that the werewolf seemed to rather enjoy the intellectual challenge of being forced to keep up with a century's worth of extraordinary minds. Even the opinionated Doctor Harper. So long as one could keep the conversation well away from sex or what that fairly fresh shade thought of his still-living colleagues, George had generally been managing to hold his own around the supernatural water-cooler. (Mitchell had once come in to find them having a surprisingly sophisticated argument about abstract expressionism.)
Harper's relations with the current medical officer, now, listening to them go at it could be a bit... trying. "I don't know, maybe because I'm being asked to work above my level of expertise with the ghost of a twat staring at my tits all day?"
"They are worth staring at, sweetheart. If I wasn't dead and you weren't trying to pretend you're dating Shep --"
"That's it, I'm ringing an exorcist."
Ianto had that And just how is it that I am the only normal person working here look on his face again. "Technically the remains and effects of active Torchwood employees revert to the organisation at death, so an exorcism would be vandalism against company property," he said.
An expression of utter disbelief creased the ghost's pale face. "Oi, that's fucking slavery. I'm writing Amnesty International."
Nina gave him a glare that by rights should have been enough to cow even the dead. "While you're about it you might want to mention that you're an active participant in the human-rights violations --"
Ianto dipped in closer with a coffee for Mitchell to murmur, "I assume I should be glad I can't hear both sides of this conversation?" as if he were already reasonably certain of the answer. When the vampire nodded he cast a wary look to where Nina had just made a rude gesture before stalking up out of the autopsy room and sighed. "Good luck with that face in the car."
Mitchell glanced at the clock in the corner of a screen. "And we'll be lucky to make it with time for supper." He gulped down a great swallow from the mug and pushed back from the workstation as Nina bent in to tap at the keyboard. "Tell Jack we're off, then, the moon waits for no paperwork."
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