Hello! So basically this is my first ever fanfic and I am extremely nervous about posting it (I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I type this, help!) so please be kind to me. Its basically a rewrite of series five (and possibly onwards?) with my oc added in. Feedback would be much appreciated because I am very new at this.
Well, here goes nothing! I hope you enjoy!
"He was being a dickhead. He deserved it!"
"Not helping, Miss Clarke."
Lila folded her arms and leant backwards in her chair, shaking her head in an attempt to brush her long hair out of her face. Beside her a short, angry man was shouting something in French and waving his fist in the air. Her boss was talking soothingly, trying to calm the man down. Lila didn't need to understand French to know what they were talking about. They wanted her out for good this time, she could see it in their faces.
She didn't mean to get angry, she really didn't. Most of time she was quite the opposite– quiet, not really the sort to make friends or interact with people unless it was absolutely necessary, but it was almost as if there was a switch in her head. One minute she was fine, the next she was blinded by rage. And it was fun. She enjoyed it. Well, until she came to her senses and realised just how much trouble she had caused.
She remained silent, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater, until the angry man left the room. She heard a loud sigh and looked up at the man sitting opposite.
"Miss Clarke," he began, "What you did at the factory was unacceptable in itself, but this?"
Lila looked down sadly.
"We wanted to get you help, not fire you. That's all any of this has ever been about: getting you help so that you can continue to work for us. Nobody else can work computers the way you can. Having you on our team has been one of the best decisions I have ever made. But we can't allow this sort of recklessness." He stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of her.
"It won't happen again." She muttered weakly "I promise."
He sighed and rubbed furiously at his temples. "I would believe you if this was the first time, Miss Clarke, I really would. But it isn't, and if you stayed here I doubt it would be the last."
"I promise! Just please give me one more chance."
"You're great at what you do, Lila, you really are, but I think you need a break. A long break. Go somewhere quiet, learn how to relax and control your anger, then we'll talk again. But until then…"
Lila bit her lip. She knew where this was going.
"…I can't keep giving out second chances. I'm sorry."
There was a long silence.
"Its okay." She said numbly. "I guess I had it coming."
"We can get you a flight somewhere, if you want, even organise accommodation for a while if that's what you need. But you can't stay here. My decision is final. Do you have somewhere to stay?"
She laughed harshly. "I've been working for you for five years, Sam. I have lived on this base the entire time. I pretty much have no friends outside of here, no family; I don't even have a house to live in. You do the math."
Sam opened his mouth, but she cut him off.
"But it's fine, it's all fine. Just… give me a few days, would you? To get packed up and say my goodbyes? I doubt you lot will let me back through the doors once I'm gone."
Sam sighed.
"I'll give you until monday morning. That's two days. They'll want to move someone else into your flat as soon as possible. If you need any longer we can set you up with a cheap hotel room until you find someone else to stay. How does that sound?"
Lila sighed, but nodded.
"That's fine." She looked around sadly. "I guess I just wanted a bit of time to say goodbye."
"Of course. I completely understand." He sighed, then chuckled. "It's going to be awfully quiet here without you around. I'm not sure how I'll cope not having you to boss everyone around."
Lila smiled tightly. "I'm sure you'll manage."
"Ah, yes. I'm sure I will. It's a shame, you could have had quite a promising career her. Its unfortunate it had to end this way." He stood up, walked towards the door and motioned for her to follow. She let out a heavy sigh and stood up, swinging her back over her shoulder.
"So long, Lila."
"Goodbye, Sam. See you around, I guess."
The wooden door shut behind her and Lila paced briskly to the elevator. She wandered slowly out of the dreary-looking building and across the lawn, stopping every so often to look around the only place she had ever felt truly at home. She managed to make her way into a small park down the street before her façade crumbled and she burst into tears.
"Stupid." She growled, hitting her palm violently against her forehead in a fit of rage. "Stupid. Stupid. STUPID." She let out a cry of pain and let her hand fall back into her lap. No doubt that was going to bruise. This was getting ridiculous. She had to fix this somehow.
She sighed and picked up her phone, scrolling through her list of contacts. There was only one person she could think of who would even consider letting her stay with them. She let out a shaky sigh and tapped her feet anxiously. She placed the phone to her ear and waited.
"Jeff? It's Lila Clarke. I know this is sudden, but I was wondering if I could ask you a favour."
