Hello, everyone.
It's been a long while since I last wrote a fanfiction, but as of recently I've noticed my love for The Adventures of Tintin has been renewed. After watching the most recent movie and a bunch of the old episodes, I was in love with the idea of the character Tintin and just new I had to write some fanfiction. So hold onto your hats, because this is about to get fun.
Couple things:
- Don't worry, this story is not distasteful: though if I feel something is a little more adult rated, I'll say so first in a warning before the story begins.
- None of the original characters from The Adventures of Tintin comics, books, episodes, and/or movie represented in this story are not my idea. I did not create them, and I am not profiting off of using their likeness.
- This story takes place when Tintin is twenty-five. He's a little older than what the audience is used to, but this opens him up to having more experience, more reputation, and more likely to be searching for—even if subconsciously—a mate.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter, and I encourage feedback and responses.
The Adventures of Tintin: The Queen Pin (Part One)
The beat up Ford Tempo trudged wearily through the rain, mimicking the current personality of its driver. Katherine glared out the windshield, the wipers moving back and forth rapidly, as she made her way back to the Thames Times office building: the best newspaper in Ontario thanks to Katherine's enthusiasm for finding out all the answers.
This time Katherine felt she was onto something big. More and more cases about the abuse of a new drug were popping up everywhere. They called it Crocodile, and after taking it through inhalation, injection, or smoking some gruesome things would begin to happen. Unfortunately for Katherine, the greater part of her day had been spent asking questions at the police station in two different cities, before sitting in a library and researching old newspaper articles for twelve hours, finding nothing to go on.
She wanted to bust the crime wide open and find out who was behind this anarchy. She just didn't know where to start looking.
Katherine tried to shake the exhaustion away as she drove closer to Thames Times: right now she wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep in her dry, warm bed.
And she would be if it weren't for her boss's new policy: a way of keeping track of employee's progress. Things had been slow with the paper later; Thames Times wasn't meeting its average revenue anymore, which was causing Head Office to consider cutback and lay-offs. Protocol now stated that all reporters must file a productivity report every evening before being properly clocked out from work. Which for Katherine meant having to drive across the city back to the office, fill out the paperwork telling her boss she had accomplished absolutely nothing at all today, before driving home with that last reminder of the wasted day to weigh on her mind.
Stepping through the front door, the water dripped from Katherine's jacket forming a tiny pool around her feet. Though she had run she felt like she was soaked to the bone. With the way it was coming down out there, it was nearly impossible to make it anywhere without getting soaked. Even with an umbrella.
"There she is!" Katherine's boss, and also the publisher of Thames Times, Mr. Davies greeted her as she was about to close the door to her office.
Katherine froze as worst-case scenarios started to play through her mind. Taking a deep breath, she turned to find Mr. Davies coming toward her in a hurry, which was quite terrifying considering the man stood at approximately 6'2 and was built like a wrestler.
"Sir, I know I've been promising you for a long time now tha-" she began.
"Hush now, lady," Mr. Davies interrupted, waving her started comment away. "I've got another job for you to be workin' on, like a side project of some kind." He smiles clasping a large Italian hand down on Katherine's slim shoulder. "I just got a call not too long ago from a famous Belgian reporter named Mr. Tintin. He's been workin' on this case that seems to have a lot in common with the one that you've been workin' so hard on lately." He squeezed Katherine's shoulder slightly as he peered down at her. This made her nervous.
'Was he replacing me?!' her mind began to panic.
"-So I told him you could answer a few questions about the matter. I left all the information on your desk."
"What?" Katherine replied yanked her shoulder away sharply. She felt insulted. "You want me to just give him everything I've been working so hard on?"
Mr. Davies smiled, running a large, slightly hairy, hand through his thick black hair. "What 'everything', Kat? What kind of evidence do you really have? I read your productivity reports. I know what you do all day," he scoffed, placing a hat he had tucked under his arm on to his head. Embarrassed Katherine crosses her arm, her face beginning to feel hot. "It seems to me that maybe you could actually benefit from him, take evidence from his case to work toward your own." Mr. Davies began to walk toward the front door, forcing Katherine to follow if she wanted any answers from him.
"And how do you suppose I go about doing that?"
Mr. Davies smiled with a scoff as he looked down at his umbrella; it had been giving him a tougher time than usually today. "Come on now, Kat. I know you're engaged, but maybe it's about time you started using that girlish wit of yours to get yourself some answers." And with a wink he disappeared through the front door leaving Katherine to lock up.
Sitting down at her desk with a sigh Katherine ran her hands through her wet auburn hair. Rubbing her face she straightened herself up, tying the wet shoulder length hair on top of her head before carefully unpeeling the stickie-note attached to the middle of her computer screen.
Ms. Sybres,
Meeting with Mr. Tintin: tomorrow, April 18th. 12:30 pm
The Little Roaster Café, downtown.
With a sigh she stuck the note to the corner of her computer screen, before producing a productivity report from her desk drawer.
Quietly, Katherine opened the door to her apartment and snuck inside. Almost all lights, but the front hall, were off giving her stomach an eerie lurking sensation.
"Babe?" her boyfriend, Derek, called from the spare room.
"Yeah, it's me," she replied feeling defeated.
As Katherine set down her bag, she could Derek's feet pad up the hallway, his heals scuffing the hardwood floor with each step.
A sympathetic smile appeared on his face as he rounded the corner. "Another late night?" he asked rhetorically, embracing her in tight hug. Katherine rolled her eyes with a smile as she leaned into him.
"You have no idea… My boss came to me tonight saying that he wants me to share what I know about the Crocodile case, with some reporter from Belgium."
"What do you mean?"
Katherine sighed. Pushing off his chest Katherine bent to untie her shoes. "I don't know. Mr. Davies approached me tonight and said a reporter from Belgium had contacted him—a Mr. Tim… Tintin. Something like that—saying that he, Tintin or what every, is also working on a case similar to mine and that he would like to ask a couple questions about what I know. You know, to help him along with busting this case open..."
"And?" Derek replied moving to the kitchen to begin reheating leftovers.
"So Mr. Davies told him I'd give him everything I know! This reporter is trying to steal my story." Katherine dropped her shoes on the floor begrudgingly before entering the kitchen.
"A Mr. Tintin, eh? That's a weird name" Derek said more to himself than Katherine. "Well that's just strange, why would he ask you to do that?"
Katherine ran the 'girlish wit' comment through her mind. "I have no idea," she lied. "I think he believes it'll help Thames Times become a part of something huge."
Derek places the plate of food in front of Katherine and kisses her forehead. "Hmmm, I'm sure everything will work out in the end. It always does."
"Yeah maybe… What are you still doing up?" It had finally clicked in that it was almost two in the morning.
Derek grunted, taking a seat across the table from her. Bags were beginning to form under his eyes, and his hair stuck up in every which way from his hand constantly rubbing and pulling at it.
"I'm just trying to get some work done. I've got a big medical final coming up next week, plus Mr. Faust wants results on the serum I've been working on by tomorrow afternoon," he sighed.
Katherine had forgotten about the serum. Only a month ago a letter had come in the mail for Derek, from a renowned Doctor from Columbia stating he needed Derek's help. He needed Derek to create a serum that would restore his strength. The Doctor claimed he felt he was on to something 'earth shattering' but was finding it hard to complete his work while cancer quickly riddled his body.
He wasn't asking for a cure, just some borrowed time in order to make his life-long dream come true. And Derek had been working night and day ever since to accomplish the task.
"At least you're going to graduate soon. And from Medical School, with the highest grades of your class." Katherine replied in a cheery tone, trying to boost his spirits.
"You're right," Derek replied with a weak smile. "I'm going to bed though. I love you."
"Goodnight, baby. Thanks for the food." Katherine smiled before turning to her food with a frown after Derek has disappeared from sight.
She think everything was going to 'turn out', how could she? Some new reporter she's never even heard of was about to use her for something she had worked so hard on.
That's it for now everyone.
I know it doesn't seem to be progressing very quickly so far, but I promise you, it's going to get pretty intense.
Next chapter: Tintin and Snowy enter the story, while Katherine learns some very interesting news from talking with the Belgian reporter.
Let me know what you think! Don't forget to respond and give feedback.