No Unformal Sorrelle, this Fiona is not the young from burn notice. I've mentioned her before, way back in fourth year when Bree was in the hospital wing. She has red hair, green eyes, and a brother named Owen.
Bree blinked in confusion, wondering what the hell had just happened. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a cheap motel room in Cardriff. Her hair had been dyed red.
"What the hell? Why are we in Cardriff?" she asked.
"The rift energy will put a stop to any magical means of detection. The hair dye is to throw off any visual search. They'll be looking for a blond." Fiona explained.
"Cardriff…" Bree said thoughtfully. She smirked. "Lisa wants me to recruit allies. Might as well start now."
One can of spray paint later and a wall in the town center bore the words "TORCHWOOD: Captain Jack Harkness has every STD known to man, and several known to dolphins."
The next morning people were gawking at the words. A dark haired woman and a man in a suit were laughing. A good looking American man was trying to shoo people away saying things like "Nothing to see here. Move along." Then he would turn to the man and woman and hiss something along the lines of "Shut up, it's not funny."
Bree hesistated a bit before she walked up to him, Fiona close behind. The man was just wrong, like he wasn't supposed to exist.
"Captain Jack Harkness I presume?" she said. The man, Jack, turned.
"Hello ladies!" he said.
"I have a boyfriend."Bree deadpanned.
"If he's as good looking as you are, I'd like to meet him too." Jack replied.
"I could kill you." Bree stated. "You probably wouldn't stay dead for very long, but the point still stands."
"How do you know about that?" the woman asked.
"Same way I know that it's a very good thing that Harry Saxon is dead. Psychic brain parasite. I know a lot of things that I wish I didn't, things that happened in the past, things that never happened thanks to some time meddling, and things that have yet to happen." Bree answered.
"We should talk." Jack said seriously.
It was nice being able to talk freely about the Doctor and the TARDIS and aliens. It was nice to believed, instead of written off as crazy, or a liar, or as just making things up. She was talking to people that had experienced things similar to what she had so they were willing to accept that humanity was in danger from certain members of a hidden sub-species of humanity.
"This Voldemort guy sounds a lot like a Dalek." Jack commented.
"More like Davros really." Bree replied darkly. "Daleks were all designed to destroy. Voldemort made a choice."
After the impromptu meeting with Torchwood, Fiona gave Bree something important. It was goblin made, not a fanciful decoration like the tiara Fleur had worn at her wedding, but a tool used by goblins to make international business deals. It was a simple golden key hanging from a chain. It was a Translation Key. It worked a lot like the universal translator on the TARDIS allowing the user to understand languages they didn't know and to be understood by others.
In other words, when Bree wore the key she would hear any foreign language as English and someone whose native language was say French would hear anything Bree said as their native tongue, which was convenient since Bree had been put on a boat headed for France. Before bidding free farewell Fiona gave Bree a list of everyone who owed Lisa something.
There was a man in Paris named Quint who dealt in alien technologies. He had gotten in over his head with the Russians and was saved by Lisa's employees. There were others in France that owed a debt of some sort, but they had little to offer the Third Option, which was Bree's number one concern. The other debts could wait.
It was late by the time Bree made it to Paris from the coastal city she had been dropped in. Bree found a place to stay for the night and went to see Quint the next morning. Bree was a bit apprehensive; she had never done something like this before on her own. She knocked on the door.
There was a shuffling noise from inside. A thin man answered the door. He looked to be in his early thirties and had scraggly brown hair.
"Are you Quint?" Bree asked.
"Who wants to know?" The man asked gruffly.
"The niece of Lisa Smith." Bree replied.
The man sighed. "Yeah, I'm Quint." He said.
"I'm here to collect what you owe." Bree told him.
"I figured as much." Quint muttered. He moved out of the doorway and let Bree in. His home was littered with scraps of technology that were either being put together or taken apart.
"You're English right? I may have some tea around here somewhere." Quint said.
"That's not necessary. I'm just here to collect then I'll be on my way." Bree stated.
"I don't have much. I don't deal in the big stuff anymore, I mostly arrange deals between a buyer and seller." Quint explained.
"So you're a broker." Bree replied.
"You could say that." Quint said.
"Good," Bree began. "Then you can be our broker."
Bree put Quint in contact with some of Lisa's employees. It would later prove to be a good move since Quint was able to negotiate low prices on useful technology.
After she was done with Quint Bree decided to the Louvre. If she had made it there she would have been surprised to see that the Mona Lisa was smaller than she imagined, with all the hype you'd think it would be bigger. But she didn't make it there for two reasons. First she got lost, than she was found.
Bree cried out as she was slammed painfully into a brick wall in a back alley.
"Clever girl, going through Cardriff." Said the man that had Bree pinned. He reminded her Greyback, feral looking, obviously a member of Fenrir's pack. There was another man with him, much cleaner cut, probably there to make sure that the werewolf didn't kill Bree before they could take her to Voldemort.
"Not clever enough though. The Dark Lord as feelers out everywhere, it wasn't that hard to pick up your scent." The werewolf said. He was pushing on Bree's throat, cutting of her air and all she could think about was getting away.
The right combination of fear, desperation, and adrenalin can allow people to perform amazing feats, like lifting a car off of someone. In Bree's case there was also magic in the mix. When she was learning from Ben Bree had great strides towards mastering her animagus form, but she hadn't perfected it. She hadn't perfected it, not until that terrifying moment.
The werewolf lost his grip, his prey was suddenly much smaller. Bree, who was now a blond cat with purplish-grey stripes, ran as soon as her paws hit the ground. She slipped into a narrow space between two buildings and hightailed it out of the country to Germany.
Bree woke up in a cramped hotel room. She was sore and bruised from being slammed the wall the day before. She had purchased a wig to make it look like she had long brown hair. She put on a light blue sundress, sandals, a wide brimmed sunhat, and a pair of sunglasses with wide lenses. A little bit of makeup to cover the tattoos on her wrist and the scars on her hand ("I must not tell lies" would be forever engraved there) and some overwhelming flowery smelling perfume to drown out her scent and she was ready to go out.
She was in Munich. It was a beautiful city and she had a good time playing the tourist and taking in all the sights. She was more interested in the historical location than anything else; one of her ancestors had emigrated from Munich more than a century before. When the sun began to set she took off her sunglasses and she walked around a bit more.
She ran into a rather strange group, well to be more accurate a member of the group ran into her. Bree found herself being knocked to the ground by an airheaded young man with brown hair. There was a strange curl in his hair.
"Ve! I'm-a so sorry!" he exclaimed with an Italian accent as he helped Bree up.
"It's alright." Bree answered as she brushed dirt off of her dress. The man was accompanied by a dark haired Asian and a German with slicked back blond hair and blue eyes. The German was staring at Bree with a look of pure terror on his face and he may have muttered something like "devil woman" under his breath.
Bree's strategy of adopting a style that was practically the opposite of what she preferred and wearing overpowering perfumes was working. She didn't fully relax but she found her stay in Munich to be rather enjoyable. After a few days in the city the Death Eaters finally caught up with her. Sort of.
Bree spotted them before they saw her. The werewolf caught a whiff of her perfume and started sneezing, giving Bree time to get away unnoticed. She took a train down to Rome and stayed the night in a hostel. She stuck with the disguise she had worn in Munich but was forced to tone it down on the perfume because-OH MY GOD BEES! Bees, as you most likely know, like flowers and are attracted to sweet smelling things. Most perfumes smell sweet, so yeah…
At the hostel Bree shared a bunk bed with a twenty-two-year-old named Lori. She was nice enough, if somewhat excitable, and invited Bree, who was using the name Emily, to go sightseeing with her. They visited the Coliseum, which was home to the ghosts of many gladiators that Lori and most other tourists couldn't see.
Lori was quite interested in the architecture and Bree could see why. The buildings, aqueducts, bridges, and statues that were left from ancient and medieval times were quite impressive. They got lost in the side streets, nearly got mowed down by ids playing, ate some good food, found their way again and returned to the hostel tired but happy.
The next day Lori invited "Emily" out again, but she had to decline. She was meeting a friend who was only free for one day she explained, but she would be free the next day. Lori was disappointed, but understanding as she left for the day.
Bree was nervous and apprehensive. She was meeting someone, but it wasn't a friend. It was someone from the list of people that owed Lisa, but one does not simply walk in on an Italian Mafia Boss without warning. She had arranged the meeting on the phone while on the train from Munich.
She was running early and had time to make a stop. It was unplanned, but when Bree saw the church she went in. She sat in one of the pews, and she prayed.
I've been sick and plagued by writer's block, so I haven't been very productive. We saw a little bit of crossing over with Torchwood/Doctor Who and Hetalia, but nothing really in depth yet. There will be some bigger stuff going on later, especially once she gets to Japan, because, you know, Japan.
I'm bouncing around some ideas for Transformers, but I'm a bit conflicted on how involved Bree should get, ideas?