a/n: Yes, I've started another one. No worries, I am almost done with my other multi chapter (Victorian). This is Very Very AU. It's going to be quite fun as well. The rating may go up as things progress but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of these awesome characters.
In a dark corner, hidden away and lost in time, she sat alone mourning all that she had lost. A lone survivor of a brutal war between one species bent on domination and ethnic cleansing and the other, her allies, driven mad by the vicious and visceral fighting with no end in sight until one or both were destroyed along with the rest of creation. The solution was the final sanction, the destruction of not just two advanced and ancient civilizations, but any that shared their unique talents and skills. How she survived she didn't know. All she knew was that she fell through time and space landing on this primitive planet for a reason. Something or someone was calling to her. Time, her beloved consort, the essence of her soul chose to obscure what she would find here. So, she sat quietly, almost completely un-noticed by the indignant species of this planet until time saw fit to reveal her destiny…
Gallifrey Intelligence Agency was not well known or publicized nor did they want to be. In fact, they avoided publicity. Anonymity was key to their success. The head of the agency was known to their clients only as the Director, a posh, well dressed business man. Of course, he was far more than the standard CEO. Underneath the suave executive exterior was a tough, tenacious bull dog of a business man, a former espionage agent well versed in global politics and economy who led a team of equally clever and battle tested men.
Upon acceptance of a new client, the Director would call his team together to brief them on their latest assignment. He was often a man of instincts and gut feelings and everything in him screamed that the current assignment would be a challenge. He entered the penthouse office through the double wooden doors carved with ornate circular designs and quietly padded across the lush Persian rugs covering the rich wood floor toward his waiting team. The penthouse was located at the top of Vitex Tower, the tallest skyscraper in London and was decorated in a mix of super modern Danish furniture and more classical walnut and mahogany tables and chairs. The Director's desk was a centuries old worn walnut piece that once belonged to Isaak Newton and was presently occupied by his top agent, the Doctor. The Doctor was a rebel, brilliant, cunning and without a doubt an expert at everything. He could be smooth and charming or ruthless giving no second chances to any who crossed him. Presently, he sat on the Director's burgundy kid leather chair. Dressed in his standard brown pinstripe suit and with his trainers propped up on the desk, he sat their casually eating a banana when the Director cleared his throat.
The Doctor looked up at him with a charming grin that often fooled his enemies into thinking he was harmless. The reality was that the Doctor was anything but harmless. His boyish good looks belied a man who had lived a full and often difficult life. He refused to use guns or any instrument designed to kill, but instead used words as his weapons of choice and was often able to disarm and confuse his opponents with his quick wit and snappy retorts.
This time, however, his smile was showing his genuine affection for the Director who was an old friend. "Hello, Pete!" the Doctor called out. He was the only person who ever called the Director "Pete." No one knew why the Doctor called him this as they didn't believe it was the Director's actual name. Of course, no one at the agency knew anyone's real name. It was safer that way. All the members of the team had code names. The Doctor, however, had a habit of bestowing nick names on certain people whether they wanted one or not.
The Director's team was quite well rounded. The Doctor, the leader, was slim and regarded as a little bit foxy with his spiky brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled. He was the architect of their operations, but that didn't keep him from being in the field in the thick of everything. Second in command was the Captain, a tall, well built raven haired charmer with movie star good looks and who oozed sex appeal. The Doctor liked to call him Jack. No one on the team was brave enough to ask why. It was generally known they were close friends and that the Captain would give his life for the Doctor. Some even said he had. His expertise with weapons made him a prime asset to the team along with his ability to charm the knickers off of any male, female or anything in between.
Next up was the Tin Dog. The Doctor sometimes called him Mickey or Rickey if he was really annoyed with him. He was young, good looking and had a bright charming smile. and an affinity for science fiction and football He was also tops with any form of tech and had hacked into numerous networks considered unhackable. He was their link to the cyber world. Then, there was Roranicus. He was quiet and unassuming, but had a certain boyish charm about him. He had patched everyone up at least once on missions where things had not gone exactly as planned. He had assorted degrees in various medical fields. He blended in and often was sent in for reconnaissance.
Lastly, there was Sarah Jane who kept them all in line. She had been an investigative reporter for years before the Director lured her into the organization. She had sources through out the world and was often able to gather the initial intel for their missions as well as keep the team in line. She was immune to the Captains flirtations and would stand toe to toe with the Doctor even in his darkest moods. Everyone respected her.
When everyone settled down, Pete tapped a control panel on his desk, the windows dimmed and a holographic image appeared on one side of the room depicting a the outline of a tall, rectangular blue box.
"Gentlemen and Lady," the Director stated authoritatively. "We have been retained to collect the object you see before you. It's exact description and location is unknown, but it's believed to be secreted away in London somewhere. We don't know who has it or what it does, only that it is technologically advanced and important to our client. Time is of the essence on this retrieval. Sarah Jane," Pete said, nodding toward Sarah Jane to continue.
Sarah Jane was a petite dark haired middle aged woman dressed in a tailored but feminine business suit. She was clever and had keen investigative instincts. If Sarah Jane said something felt wrong, it usually was. "Gentlemen, my sources indicate that the blue box is an item of great interest to many people. I understand that Torchwood has it on its priority list and we all know what that means."
The Tin Dog scoffed. "Weapon or somethin' they think they can make into a weapon. You know how that lot are."
"All the more reason for us to find it first," the Doctor said and walked up to the image with his black rimmed glasses on to examine the rendering closer.
"Torchwood makes this a little more complicated," Jack added, pacing back and forth with his hands shoved in his navy blue RAF coat. "I had a drink with one of their research assistants, cute guy, likes to talk after a few drinks and… a little tongue tango." the Captain advised and winked at Roranicus who scowled at him. "Yvonne Hartman is hungry to make an impression and prove Torchwood as a powerful force to be reckoned with."
"I'm sure you can handle Torchwood. You always do," Pete said and paused. "There is one more complication." Everyone except the Doctor looked at him. The Doctor continued his examination of the hologram absorbing every detail available. "I have it on good authority Bad Wolf's team is also under contract to retrieve the blue box," Pete finished.
"Bad Wolf, that could be bad. We don't exactly have the best interactions with them," Rory said, rubbing his face in deep thought.
"Are you kiddin' me! Do you know what those gingers did the last time we crossed paths!" Mickey exclaimed, a pained look crossing his face.
Jack smiled. "Yeah, well you didn't seem to be complaining too much at the time. Neither did Roranicus. Gotta give them props for creativity," Jack said, grinning broadly as he thought about exactly how distracting the ladies of the Powell Agency could be.
"Bad Wolf does make it a bit more enticing," the Doctor acknowledged, upon hearing the name Bad Wolf. He rocked back on his heels with a mischievous expression on his face as he contemplated this development.
"This is not a game Doctor. This is a serious mission and I don't want a repeat of Amsterdam," the Director said with a distasteful look on his face when he said "Amsterdam."
Roranicus and the Tin Dog groaned and banged their heads on the table. Jack grinned. "Oh, I dunno Director, we may not have accomplished the whole mission but we did make an impression on the locals," Jack said with a smirk at the Doctor who pretended to be absorbed examining a file on the Director's desk. "And if we have to do a little commingling to get the job done… so be it. I mean, have you seen the legs on Pond? Now there's a…"
"Oi!" Roranicus interrupted. "You can just get your mind off the oppositions legs!"
"Take it easy Roranicus, I know you and those legs got a bit better acquainted last time. Who knows, maybe this time…" Jack suggested and winked again.
Mickey glared at the Captain. "Oh no, we're not lettin' them win this time. It was embarrassin' last time we met!"
"I wasn't embarrassed," Jack responded.
"Yeah, well you like bein naked in public!" the Tin Dog snarked back.
The Director sighed and shook his head. "No distractions this time. The blue box is a priority and not just for the commission we'll make. If Torchwood wants that as bad as we think, then Archangel might not be too far behind and we all know how bad that would be."
The Doctor looked up and stared hard at the Director. Archangel was the biggest criminal conglomeration on the planet run by his arch nemesis, the Master, a mad man whose only goal was complete world domination. If the Master wanted the blue box then no power on Earth would prevent the Doctor from getting there first.
"Try and keep focused! If the Master gets the blue box, we're all done for. Besides, not all of us were left naked to streak through the streets of Amsterdam," the Doctor said to his team, sniffing and trying not to look pleased at his memory of Amsterdam.
"No, some of us were off snoggin' Bad Wolf over chips in some café while his team was bein' humiliated," Roranicus dryly reminded him.
"That is completely inaccurate!" the Doctor denied. "We were just exchanging intel," he explained, and began shoving numerous items in the never-ending pockets of his trench coat.
The Tin Dog looked over at him. "Is that what it's called now?" he asked with a sly grin.
Sarah Jane walked over to stand amongst them. "Gentlemen, enough blogging! The Director is quite right. We have a job to do and the Director expects you to accomplish it quickly. Now move all of you," she ordered. All of them stood up, some of them saluting her and ambled off following the Doctor who was already itching to run off and start the investigation. After they were all gone, she sighed and looked at the Director who was pouring them each a snifter of brandy. "It's like a house full of school boys," she murmured as she clinked glasses with him.
While the Director was meeting with his team, the infamous Bad Wolf's team was gathering in a secret suite on the fifth floor of Harrods on Brompton Road in London. Unlike the Director's penthouse, this suite was decorated in a feminine haute couture design preferred by their leader, the Matriarch.
The Matriarch, was short in stature but not in volume or in stubborn determination. She had lived most of her life in one of the toughest estates in London, but was just as comfortable in a posh tea room as she was at the local pub. She waltzed into the their stylish secret suite, dressed in designer jeans and trademark pink hoody, carrying a plethora of Harrods shopping bags. Her team was already assembled either lounging on the pink divan reading magazines, making tea or pacing in front of the wall of reflective windows looking out over the city.
She plunked her shopping bags down and surveyed the room, her eyes drawn to Bad Wolf standing before the windows, dressed in her jeans, purple jumper and bright blue leather jacket staring out at the city. Bad Wolf, the team leader was a petite blonde with a smile that lit up any room. People who met her were often deceived by her bubbly personality and compassionate nature. The truth was that she was clever and often crafted plans on the run and no one could run like her. She had gained her knowledge not only with books but by living a life day after day and throwing herself head first into adventure. Often called jeopardy friendly, she was fearless and would stare down time itself to protect those she held dear. She was an expert shot but preferred not to carry a weapon. Rumor had it she had once faced down the Cult of Skaro who were a bunch of homicidal ethnic cleansing nutters bent on taking over the world. It's said she defeated them with a wave of her hand turning all their plans to dust.
The Healer was Bad Wolf's second in command and was recruited from one of the finest medical programs in the country. She was a dark, intelligent beauty who had proven herself more than capable when she lead a group of fellow medical interns to thwart terrorists who had taken Royal Hope Hospital hostage. Bad Wolf had seen her quick thinking, steely determination and indomitable bravery and was immediately impressed. Despite her heroic actions, the hospital administration and her cowardly attending physician wanted to punish her for standing up for what was right and Bad Wolf couldn't abide by that. The Matriarch offered her an invitation for employment and even helped her complete her education and internship. The Healer had practically walked the Earth in gratitude and several members of the team owed their life to her quick thinking.
Next was Donna who was a whiz at organization and puzzles. She could type over a hundred words a minute and could tear through any bureaucratic tangles and zero in on important information. She was a force to be reckoned with and had reduced even the most hardened and arrogant official to a trembling mass of goo. Donna, or as she was sometimes referred to, the Ginger General, had single handedly brought down one of Archangel's drug operations that was selling dangerous pharmaceuticals which they marketed to the public as a weight loss pill. She had personally apprehended the head of Archangels drug operations, Miss Foster and literally dragged her by the hair to the National Crime Agency head quarters. No one mucked about with Donna or anyone she cared about. No one.
Finally, there was Pond. She was a young grifter who caught the Matriarch's eye when she observed her working an executive at Vitex corporate headquarters dressed up as a tarty police woman kiss-o-gram. Pond lived for adventure and excitement and was fearless to the point of risking her life. She had conned her way in and out of several tight situations with her confidence and daring. Daredevil tendencies not withstanding, she also was patient, knew that sometimes you had to wait for opportunity to come knocking. She even often said she'd waited a lifetime for the adventure she now enjoyed with her team.
The matriarch made her way into the middle of the room which her team often jokingly called the "pink palace" since it was decorated with a mixture of hot pink, white and black furnishings, all lush, expensive and as exclusive as they were. Donna brought in tea and the women gathered, curling up on the Victorian fuchsia velvet divan or relaxing on the white leather sofa with the soft furry pink and black pillows as the Matriarch poured tea and passed around a tray of French almond pastries. Everyone ooed over the sweet treats except Bad Wolf. She had a dislike for anything French ever since she was betrayed by double agent Reinette aka the Madame. Reinette, as it turned out, worked any angle that suited her needs even if it hurt someone who was a friend. Reinette's stinging final words to Bad Wolf were "It's just business, mon petite. No hard feelings."
Finally, the Matriarch began her debriefing. "All right ladies, we have a new client and a high rollin' one at that. He's asked us to retrieve a special item for 'im. It's called the blue box," she explained and passed out several pink folders containing renderings of a rectangular shaped blue box and a summary of information on everything they knew about the item. The team immediately began paging through the dossiers.
"Torchwood has it on their priority list," Bad Wolf said with a raised brow. "That's never good."
"I'll say!" Donna agreed. "Last thing they had on priority was Atmos and we all know how that turned out," Donna said, reminding them of their mission to infiltrate Torchwood headquarters at Canary Wharf and free a young genius by the name of Luke Rattigan who was allegedly being held captive by Yvonne Hartman to design the Atmos device. Atmos was marketed as a GPS instrument installed in almost all modern automobiles in the world. Of course, being from Torchwood, it had a far deadlier purpose. Atmos produced an invisible gas meant to make the population more agreeable and controllable. UNIT had been too well known to get inside so had retained the Powel Agency to retrieve Mr. Rattigan so they could find a counter measure to the Atmos devices. Of course, boy genius as Donna liked to call him, was enjoying his time at Torchwood. It wasn't until Donna and Bad Wolf dragged him down to the bowels of Torchwood to show him what happened when he was not longer useful to Yvonne, that he became a bit more helpful. The whole thing had been even more complicated when the Gallifreyans showed up.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement with Donna. The Healer spoke up next. "I don't suppose we'll be running into the Gallifreyan boys on this one?"
"Oh I don't know, could be fun to beat them to this blue box and who knows….maybe we can have a bit of fun along the way," Amy said, with a mischievous look on her face.
The Matriarch set her tea cup down with a bang. "We are not gonna let those bloomin' Gallihoosits beat us to this box. Now, I want you all focused. Remember, we've got assets they don't have, she announced and unzipped her hoody showing her cleavage.
Bad Wolf grimaced. "Oh Gawd! Seriously?" she asked and shook her head.
"Zip it missy! You use wot you got. Now, are we clear on the goal here? We don't' need any more distractions like in Amsterdam," the Matriarch reminded them and then stared at Donna and Pond who were trying to hide their smiles.
The Healer set her folio down and looked at the Matriarch with a smile. "Get the blue box and make it quick."
"Don't let the blokes get even a smidge near us," Donna inserted.
"Make 'em eat our dust," Pond agreed.
"That's my girls," the Matriarch smiled, nodding her head. "Now then, get your gear and shift. If you hurry, you might make it back in time for the Isolus gala."
Bad Wolf smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ma'am," she said cheekily.
The Matriarch squinted at her. "No jeans or trainers, Missy. I want you all lookin' your best for the gala. You hear me?"
They all acknowledged in unison and marched out of the suite. The Matriarch sighed and pulled out her pink mobile, hitting speed dial. "Hello, sweetheart. We may need your help on this one. Are you ready to get a bit of payback from the Gallihoosit boys?" The Matriarch smiled in response to whatever was said into her mobile. "Good, I'll be in touch." She rang off and sat back enjoying her tea and clicked on the telly.