Hello everyone and welcome to my newest story. Sorry my revisions are nonexistent BUT here's a new story that I hope to take for a spin or two. The character of Charlie Belle is mine and as Sherlock commented about Watson, he is a character created to shed light about those around him. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, the only thing that is mine is my Charlie Belle. Hands off, Ladies.
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"Jailbirds"
Pipkat
He should've known. Looking back now he could see how unwise it was to become involved with her.
If you could call it that. Involved. It wasn't that personal but it just was. He put it down to a past life, a past familiarity. But really, it was a chance and circumstance, the romance of the former was cliché. Nope, it was because they were jailbirds, and jailbirds call to each other. Remind each other. That freedom is a parallel country, that's round and borderless.
Still, she was just a girl.
Her name was Rose Tyler.
Turned out she was the head honcho of Torchwood. He didn't know that before--she was just the bottle blonde who kept asking him questions, making sure he knew legal action would be taken, blah blah blah.
(He couldn't help wondering why an exec like her would still dye her hair, and so obviously. Maybe her boyfriend liked it.)
So when she showed up at his cell at some god forsaken hour in the middle of the night, he was puzzled.
More so when she broke him out of jail.
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She needed a distraction.
His name was Charles Belle, so naturally he asked to be called Charlie. He was young, ambitious, and curious. He was American with a Southern accent and a world of charm. He was caught passing on alien goods and had connections to everyone everywhere. He also dealt with people who dealt with rifts. Time travel. She wanted to see how much he knew.
When she first saw him she thought of Jack. They had the same would be Casanova traits, same eyes. He had the Doctor's hair and the most elegant hands she'd ever seen.
Magic hands.
He was happy though, something she and her boys hadn't managed in such a way. It was hard to explain, sure being confined sucked, but he was so congenial and bubbly. So completely and utterly free, even in a cell. So like him. Realization dawned. They were talking in the interrogation room over bad coffee and she felt cold. Not as an emotion or a temperature, but seeing this man who was so warm and irritatingly open, she realized something. She was buried underneath a glacier of paper work and protocol. For once she wanted to change the world without signing off on it afterwards.
She broke him out of jail, having the most fun she'd had in a long time.
After all, freeing an ordinary con man can change the world.
It's been done before, and if Rose knew one thing it was this: history repeats.
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I hope you enjoyed it because there will be (at least I plan there will be…) further installments so that you may come to know the purpose of these stories which is aimless but true. It's not the destination but how you get there. Please be sure to review as it makes me as happy as a kitten with a ball of string.
I'll even tell ya a joke: A fireman walks into a classroom holding a screwdriver and says "this is not a drill."
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