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mtxref_fic) wrote2012-11-10 01:49 am
mtxref_fic) wrote2012-11-10 01:49 am
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[Torchwood] "Time Lady Over Cardiff"(G)
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fic_promptly's Any, any, the woman who wasn't there. Written on the delightful demand of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pashchan, when we were throwing fan theories around. Inspired by this infamous photo and with information gleaned from an interesting article on Miss Travers Featuring Jack Harkness and his grandson Stephan, in a much happier time (set very much before Children of Earth)
"I want Uncle Jack to read to me tonight," Stephen pleaded, holding up a blue-covered book.
"Your Uncle Jack has to be heading out: he's got work in the morning," Alice said, trying to be firm with her son.
"But Uncle Jack read so much better than you: he makes it seem *real*," Stephan begged, giving the two adults his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Ahh, what's a few minutes more?" Jack cut in before his daughter could argue further. "What's that book you've got?" he asked.
"Mary Poppins: it's so much better than the movie," Stephen said, holding out the book. "Mum's been reading it, but you tell stories so much better, I wanted to hear you read it to me."
Jack perched himself on the bed and accepted the book. "You got good taste, soldier," he said, opening the cover and leafing through it to the book mark between the pages.
He couldn't help thinking, even while reading of the mysterious nanny and her command over things and people around her, with her carpetbag of wonders, so much bigger on the inside, who came and went as suddenly as...
As a certain Doctor.
* * * *
Later that night, alone in the Hub, Jack took a look into the Archives, digging around in the files from the twenties, when an actress named Helen Lyndon Goff had moved to London from New South Wales. She'd gotten close to the sister of a Torchwood operative (though most people would be shocked to know how close...), who, knowing her interest in mythology and legend, had hinted at some of the realities behind those legends, including the main mission of Torchwood, namely, tracking the movements of the Doctor.
He couldn't help wondering how much Miss Goff knew, though he suspected it was quite a lot, since the operative who'd made the leak had subsequently disappeared from the record (not his doing). But the story had lived on: thankfully, even back then, Torchwood wasn't so draconian as to wipe put a clever bit of children's literature.
That wonder lingered into the next morning, when a crackle of energy from the Rift lead him to glance at the tap they had on the security cameras on the Roald Dahl Plass above their heads. A woman with a black straw boater hat passed through, an umbrella tucked under one arm and a carpetbag in hand.
As suddenly as he noticed her and before the rest of his team could notice the visitor, she put up the umbrella and a wind off Cardiff Bay caught under the canopy of the umbrella and she lifted out of the range of the camera.
Perhaps Miss Travers was on to something...
fic_promptly's Any, any, the woman who wasn't there. Written on the delightful demand of pashchan, when we were throwing fan theories around. Inspired by this infamous photo and with information gleaned from an interesting article on Miss Travers Featuring Jack Harkness and his grandson Stephan, in a much happier time (set very much before Children of Earth)"I want Uncle Jack to read to me tonight," Stephen pleaded, holding up a blue-covered book.
"Your Uncle Jack has to be heading out: he's got work in the morning," Alice said, trying to be firm with her son.
"But Uncle Jack read so much better than you: he makes it seem *real*," Stephan begged, giving the two adults his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Ahh, what's a few minutes more?" Jack cut in before his daughter could argue further. "What's that book you've got?" he asked.
"Mary Poppins: it's so much better than the movie," Stephen said, holding out the book. "Mum's been reading it, but you tell stories so much better, I wanted to hear you read it to me."
Jack perched himself on the bed and accepted the book. "You got good taste, soldier," he said, opening the cover and leafing through it to the book mark between the pages.
He couldn't help thinking, even while reading of the mysterious nanny and her command over things and people around her, with her carpetbag of wonders, so much bigger on the inside, who came and went as suddenly as...
As a certain Doctor.
* * * *
Later that night, alone in the Hub, Jack took a look into the Archives, digging around in the files from the twenties, when an actress named Helen Lyndon Goff had moved to London from New South Wales. She'd gotten close to the sister of a Torchwood operative (though most people would be shocked to know how close...), who, knowing her interest in mythology and legend, had hinted at some of the realities behind those legends, including the main mission of Torchwood, namely, tracking the movements of the Doctor.
He couldn't help wondering how much Miss Goff knew, though he suspected it was quite a lot, since the operative who'd made the leak had subsequently disappeared from the record (not his doing). But the story had lived on: thankfully, even back then, Torchwood wasn't so draconian as to wipe put a clever bit of children's literature.
That wonder lingered into the next morning, when a crackle of energy from the Rift lead him to glance at the tap they had on the security cameras on the Roald Dahl Plass above their heads. A woman with a black straw boater hat passed through, an umbrella tucked under one arm and a carpetbag in hand.
As suddenly as he noticed her and before the rest of his team could notice the visitor, she put up the umbrella and a wind off Cardiff Bay caught under the canopy of the umbrella and she lifted out of the range of the camera.
Perhaps Miss Travers was on to something...