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Two random ficlets.
Title: Undercover
Disclaimer: not mine
Ficlet Project: #43. Melanie - Nina
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Fringe
Characters: Melanie Bush, Nina Sharp
Rating: PG
Words: 200ish
"Ms. Bush. We here at Massive Dynamic are thrilled with your qualifications, and are glad to have you join our team."
"Thank you, Ms. Sharp. I hope to prove my worth," Mel was smiling politely, wanting to get out as fast as possible. Just why the Doctor thought she'd be a good candidate for undercover work she didn't kow. Mel hated lying to people, prefering honesty above many things. But there was something fishy going on here, and she was determined to help him discover what.
Nina Sharp smiled at her, then stood up and held out her hand. "My secretary will get you settled and paired with a mentor to learn the ropes on your first day."
It was as though she were being sized-up. Melanie straightened and stood as well, accepting the handshake. "Not to repeat myself, but thank you."
Her smile lasted until she was alone in the small room they'd given over to her as a computer lab. There was a camera in the corner, tracking every move, and she made sure she wasn't looking at it when she sighed silently. The Doctor had been wrong, this was not going to be an easy assignment. Especially not when it was the sort of work Mel had wanted to do with her life, once upon a time.
Leaving it might prove hard, in the end.
Still, needs must, and there was something fishy going on. Now, if only they weren't too suspicious of the new girl.
Title: Confectionary
Disclaimer: not mine
Ficlet Project: #110. Hera - Irene Adler
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (2009 movie), Battlestar Galactica (reimaged)
Characters: Hera Agathon, Irene Adler, Athena
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Thieves, as a rule, didn't have much truck with babies and small children. Irene Adler had never seen a reason for an exception to the rule. Kidnapping was a messy business at best, and heart-rendingly bland at worst. Discovering children was better left to the authorities (there was rarely profit in it).
But the tiny girl with springy brown curls and a winsome smile was vaguely distracting, and Irene couldn't help but be charmed by her as she dashed past, giggling at someone. When no parent followed, Irene made what could have been a fatal decision.
She followed the child, tracking her through several streets until she entered the opera house, using the side entrance and apparently not being noticed by the doorman.
Irene was noticed, but she wasn't a good thief for nothing, and the man really wasn't expecting such a slight and well-dressed young woman to hit him with her reticule. The brick inside did the trick and Irene made certain he was out of view before she slipped inside.
The sound of laughter drew her along the backstage are until she found the little girl on the stage.
"Excuse me, miss," Irene called, stepping out of the wings and sweeping the empty audience with a contemptuous glance. "I do believe you've run away."
The toddler stopped her whirling about and managed to keep her balance as she stared upwards at Irene. "In trouble?" she asked.
"Not with me, but your parents are probably not impressed with this act of mutiny."
"Mutiny!" shrieked the child.
Irene added another reason for a thief's lack of children to her already long list. She held out a hand, "I'm Irene. And you?"
Eyes wide, the girl reached out and shook Irene's hand, albeit sloppily. "Hera," she mumbled, then beamed.
"Well, Hera, I don't suppose you know your way home." A shake of the sprightly curls had Irene sighing in slight exasperation, "Well, I know where you were coming from, shall we go there and work our way back?"
Hoisting Hera wasn't as hard as it looked, and they left via the front door with little notice from passers-by. Just how Irene liked things, when she was in a mood. Hera wriggled to get down, but Irene kept a firm hold of her until they were back in Queen Street. Then she set Hera down and took her hand. "Now, which way shall we go?"
"East!" Proclaimed Hera, tugging Irene south.
Amused, Irene pointed north, "You came this way, however. And logic really states that we should attempt it first."
"East," Hera said stubbornly, though she allowed herself to be towed northwards.
Within a short while, they'd passed out of the commerce district (where Irene had been planning to buy a hat as cover for casing several jewelers, she wistfully thought of the horrific confection one of the stores had sported in its window), and found themselves in a residential warren with tiny streets that led to too many cul-de-sacs and dead ends. Irene kept careful track of their route. All at once, she realized they were heading east, as Hera had demanded earlier.
And coming towards them was a tall young woman, agitation in her movements. The cast of her face was echoed in Hera's sprightly curls and giggles, and within moments mother and child were reunited.
Irene quietly brushed off Sharon's thanks, and suggested that she get a leash for her offspring. The suggestion was met with laughter from both of them, and Irene found that she rather enjoyed laughing eyes watching her. Even if two of them belonged to a rambunctious child who had a penchant for the opera stage.
When Sharon heard the latter, she grew quiet, but nevertheless, she offered Irene tea.
As her shopping trip was already postponed, Irene accepted with alacrity.
Which was how she came to be there when a troop of metal men invaded. Her brick came in rather handily, for dispatching them (although her pistol worked better), and it wasn't until many weeks later, that she found herself once again alone on the streets of London, planning for a hat and a heist.
Only this time, she didn't follow any laughing children she saw. One alien invasion was more than enough, even for Irene Adler.
-f-
Disclaimer: not mine
Ficlet Project: #43. Melanie - Nina
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Fringe
Characters: Melanie Bush, Nina Sharp
Rating: PG
Words: 200ish
"Ms. Bush. We here at Massive Dynamic are thrilled with your qualifications, and are glad to have you join our team."
"Thank you, Ms. Sharp. I hope to prove my worth," Mel was smiling politely, wanting to get out as fast as possible. Just why the Doctor thought she'd be a good candidate for undercover work she didn't kow. Mel hated lying to people, prefering honesty above many things. But there was something fishy going on here, and she was determined to help him discover what.
Nina Sharp smiled at her, then stood up and held out her hand. "My secretary will get you settled and paired with a mentor to learn the ropes on your first day."
It was as though she were being sized-up. Melanie straightened and stood as well, accepting the handshake. "Not to repeat myself, but thank you."
Her smile lasted until she was alone in the small room they'd given over to her as a computer lab. There was a camera in the corner, tracking every move, and she made sure she wasn't looking at it when she sighed silently. The Doctor had been wrong, this was not going to be an easy assignment. Especially not when it was the sort of work Mel had wanted to do with her life, once upon a time.
Leaving it might prove hard, in the end.
Still, needs must, and there was something fishy going on. Now, if only they weren't too suspicious of the new girl.
Title: Confectionary
Disclaimer: not mine
Ficlet Project: #110. Hera - Irene Adler
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (2009 movie), Battlestar Galactica (reimaged)
Characters: Hera Agathon, Irene Adler, Athena
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Thieves, as a rule, didn't have much truck with babies and small children. Irene Adler had never seen a reason for an exception to the rule. Kidnapping was a messy business at best, and heart-rendingly bland at worst. Discovering children was better left to the authorities (there was rarely profit in it).
But the tiny girl with springy brown curls and a winsome smile was vaguely distracting, and Irene couldn't help but be charmed by her as she dashed past, giggling at someone. When no parent followed, Irene made what could have been a fatal decision.
She followed the child, tracking her through several streets until she entered the opera house, using the side entrance and apparently not being noticed by the doorman.
Irene was noticed, but she wasn't a good thief for nothing, and the man really wasn't expecting such a slight and well-dressed young woman to hit him with her reticule. The brick inside did the trick and Irene made certain he was out of view before she slipped inside.
The sound of laughter drew her along the backstage are until she found the little girl on the stage.
"Excuse me, miss," Irene called, stepping out of the wings and sweeping the empty audience with a contemptuous glance. "I do believe you've run away."
The toddler stopped her whirling about and managed to keep her balance as she stared upwards at Irene. "In trouble?" she asked.
"Not with me, but your parents are probably not impressed with this act of mutiny."
"Mutiny!" shrieked the child.
Irene added another reason for a thief's lack of children to her already long list. She held out a hand, "I'm Irene. And you?"
Eyes wide, the girl reached out and shook Irene's hand, albeit sloppily. "Hera," she mumbled, then beamed.
"Well, Hera, I don't suppose you know your way home." A shake of the sprightly curls had Irene sighing in slight exasperation, "Well, I know where you were coming from, shall we go there and work our way back?"
Hoisting Hera wasn't as hard as it looked, and they left via the front door with little notice from passers-by. Just how Irene liked things, when she was in a mood. Hera wriggled to get down, but Irene kept a firm hold of her until they were back in Queen Street. Then she set Hera down and took her hand. "Now, which way shall we go?"
"East!" Proclaimed Hera, tugging Irene south.
Amused, Irene pointed north, "You came this way, however. And logic really states that we should attempt it first."
"East," Hera said stubbornly, though she allowed herself to be towed northwards.
Within a short while, they'd passed out of the commerce district (where Irene had been planning to buy a hat as cover for casing several jewelers, she wistfully thought of the horrific confection one of the stores had sported in its window), and found themselves in a residential warren with tiny streets that led to too many cul-de-sacs and dead ends. Irene kept careful track of their route. All at once, she realized they were heading east, as Hera had demanded earlier.
And coming towards them was a tall young woman, agitation in her movements. The cast of her face was echoed in Hera's sprightly curls and giggles, and within moments mother and child were reunited.
Irene quietly brushed off Sharon's thanks, and suggested that she get a leash for her offspring. The suggestion was met with laughter from both of them, and Irene found that she rather enjoyed laughing eyes watching her. Even if two of them belonged to a rambunctious child who had a penchant for the opera stage.
When Sharon heard the latter, she grew quiet, but nevertheless, she offered Irene tea.
As her shopping trip was already postponed, Irene accepted with alacrity.
Which was how she came to be there when a troop of metal men invaded. Her brick came in rather handily, for dispatching them (although her pistol worked better), and it wasn't until many weeks later, that she found herself once again alone on the streets of London, planning for a hat and a heist.
Only this time, she didn't follow any laughing children she saw. One alien invasion was more than enough, even for Irene Adler.
-f-
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