2018-
Checking her make-up in the lift on her way, Bronte arrived on the 3rd floor of the Torchwood building. She knocked once on the door of the personnel office and went straight in. The room was simply furnished – a window in one corner overlooking the Thames, A small waiting area in the other and a large desk in the middle. Walking quickly over to the desk, she took her ID out of her vintage Gucci bag and gave it to the secretary.
"Jennings, Ambassador of the MI6 alliance." She recited. Often, her identification had been thought inadequate, not permitting her to levels of importance. Unlike her new Torchwood colleagues, Bronte was technically and legally an MI6 employee. A few months ago, the 'Head honcho' of Torchwood, Yvonne Hartman, joined forces with the government service to work on a confidential project. Due to a recent promotion, this had meant Bronte now worked with a Torchwood team of specialists from Cardiff, most of whom she had received a frosty welcome. The leader of the project had taken an interest in her though, much to the disapproval of his second in command.
Bronte smiled her goodbyes and stalked off down the corridor to the main observatory – her team's quarters. Typing in the access code quickly, she entered the room.
It was a round room with a high ceiling and balcony. The walls were barren apart from a small window to the right of the door. A large desk filled the centre of the room, connecting with the smaller desks lining it. A tall man stood hunched over some paperwork on the main desk. He heard her enter and looked up.
"So much for a bloody day off Harkness." She whined as she set down her bag and went to join him. He smiled at her and winked.
"Nice to see you to. And may I say, you're looking lovely today." His American accent made her blush slightly, yet she remained in control and showed no sign of her growing weakness.
"What do you want, Harkness? You didn't say much on the phone." She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
"Oh yes. New lead on what's sucking up all of that energy. We got a team meeting in Yvonne's office." Jack crossed the room, filing papers into large cabinets.
"Well, what's the lead? Do we have an assignment?" Bronte tried to keep up with his pace, yet failed and fell behind. He turned abruptly and smiled again.
"I do know that you're gonna have to did out your heels, your push up bra and know simple phrases in French." And with that, he left – leaving a puzzled Bronte behind him.
Upon entering the fourth floor conference room, one may start to believe that they have just entered an air hanger. The ceilings were freakishly high, the walls bear and grey. Windows lined the entire of the left wall. Seats had been set out facing a presentation board. The rest of Bronte's team were already waiting for them.
One the left sat Toshiko Sato, next to her Suzie Costello, Owen Harper and Ianto Jones. Sitting on the other side of the room was Gwen Cooper. She and Bronte hadn't exactly become friends in the few months Bronte had been stationed at Torchwood. In fact, they'd hardly spoken to each other except when it was necessary.
The doors behind them opened and Yvonne Hartman entered the room, her high-heeled boots clacking up to the podium. Bronte took a seat near the back away from the rest of the team.
"New evidence has traced the source of the over excessive energy that has caused a disturbance. As you all know, we have been having trouble tracking the cause down, but our experiments have proved useful. We have located the source and the company behind it." Yvonne flicked through the pile of cue cards on the podium.
"Wait, company?" Suzie questioned.
"Yes. A franchise has been using the energy." Yvonne looked around.
"What for?"
"That's what you need to find out. The company is called 'Beauchamp' it's an up and coming designer, storming Paris and New York with its models, clothes and supposed 'breath taking shows'. I want you to fly out to New York and undercover what that designer's doing with that energy. To get the first hand information, Jack and another team member will be going undercover at Vogue Magazine." Yvonne looked at Jack who merely nodded.
"Jack will go undercover as a design reporter. He and his partner will work one week in New York, finding evidence and getting close to the designers, and the next week in Paris for Fashion week, where Vogue will be doing a special on Beauchamp. It's at this time we will execute our plan to cut off the energy supply without alerting the world to our doing so." Yvonne finished. Gwen sat up and look around before saying,
"Are we all going to New York and Paris?"
"Yes. Well, not me. But you all are. For back up when needed. You will be leaving Paris two days before Jack and his partner, as they will have to try and act casual. We don't want anyone looking into us now do we?" Yvonne stepped back on her heel.
"And who is Jack's partner?" Gwen asked, hope filtering into her voice.
"I think that's Miss Jennings." Yvonne looked to Jack who nodded. His face was serious, almost grumpy. You didn't have to be familiar with his intimate feelings to know that two weeks of Fashion freaks and stylists wasn't exactly his idea of an alien-hunting job.
Bronte tried to act calm as her teammates turned around to look at her.
"Bronte, you will be working as the second assistant to the Editor in chief. We don't want anyone to be suspicious, so you have to look the part and act like everyone else." Yvonne finished with a half smile.
Later, Jack took her aside and told her the 'dangers' of the operation.
"And if a hungry model starts to look at you in a funny way, run!" He ignored Bronte's sarcastic response and carried on, " Just to be clear, this isn't a very exciting operation. Usually we deal with much more serious matters. This probably isn't going to be fun. But hey, you're stuck with it and so am I." Jack smiled at Bronte. She smiled and shook her head slightly.
"Does this mean I'm going to have to go on a diet?" She asked amusedly.
"Most probably." Came the reply.
Owen called jack over for something, leaving Bronte to think about her lousy life and the fact she had met the ghost of her childhood torments earlier..
' I need to ask Jack about the Doctor' She thought and went to join him at the desk
Jack was flirting with Owen tremendously, standing too close and making suggestive comments. Bronte was used to this, he'd done it with everyone – even her on the odd occasion. But he never stood Too close and never touched. He was openly bi-sexual; She'd grown to deal with that. She learned so much about this in the past few months yet knew so little about him to satisfy her curiosity. She was attracted to him – who wouldn't be – yet didn't quite understand him, didn't understand his reasons and actions. She looked at him for a minute and decided now wasn't the time to question him about knowledge of the Doctor.
Instead, she shuffled over to a table holding documents of interest for the case and examined her 'new employer' at Vogue Magazine.
2006-
Laughing, The Doctor and Rose strolled hand in hand back to the TARDIS. They had just defeated the Zourg, A rather nasty race with the ambition to take over a little mountain village in the Himalayas.
"Where, oh fine maiden, do you wish to go now?" He asked when they were back in the Console room. Rose sat down before answering.
"How about Naples, the time we were supposed to go to instead of ending up in Cardiff."
The Doctor grinned at her.
"Done."
He pulled some leavers and soon the familiar Dematerialisation sequence had started to soothe Rose's ears.
When the TARDIS finally landed, The Doctor told rose to go and find something suitable to wear, in the hopes she would choose a dress in the style of the one she wore in Cardiff.
Upon her return from the wardrobe room, The Doctor could have sworn she had been swapped for an angel.
"You look…Fantastic." He stuttered. No I considering /I this time.
She blushed.
"Thanks. Are you not getting changed?"
"Why break the tradition?" The Doctor grinned cheekily before offering Rose his arm.
He opened the door and stepped out into…a dark room.
"What?" The Doctor stuttered.
Something moved in the corner of the room, and a light was switched on.
"What?" The Doctor asked again. Instead of a reply, he got a terrified scream from the teenage girl in her bed.
"Ah." He stated. "Not 1860 Naples then" A light flicked on in the landing and the Doctor pushed Rose back into the ship.
"Well, see ya." he said rather meekly and closed the door of the TARDIS. Within moments, the dematerialisation sequence had started and they were gone, leaving the terrified girl in her bed.
Screaming once again as the Police Box disappeared; Thirteen-year-Old Bronte Jennings went into a paralysed state of shock.
Blaire Jennings stood outside Palmers High School for Girls with her group of friends. She was of a medium build, very thin and had dark brown hair put up in a loose ponytail. On her shoulder was a Prada messenger bag; on her feet she wore the finest Italian shoes. Her friends were practically clones, their appearance differing in hair colour. She huddled them all together on that Monday morning to explain to them what had happened the previous night.
"Bronte thinks she saw a 1960's Police Box materialise in her room and she says two people got out. One was a man with a Brown Pinstripe suit and a brown trench coat with scruffy converse on ", One of the girls, Devan, flinched at the description. " And a bottle blonde girl wearing a Victorian dress. Mummy and daddy are thinking of having her see a psychiatrist to interpret her dreams. I'm just warning you, she's acting a little crazy at the moment and is insisting she's telling the truth." Blaire trailed off as she saw her twin sister walk up the school drive way.
"Bronte!" Devan smiled and hugged her friend. Bronte pulled away, slightly ruffled and smiled weakly.
"You're never going to guess what happened last night!" she said as they walked to their form room, " A '60's Police Box appeared in my room and two people got out! The first was a man in a terrible brown suit and the next was a blonde girl with an old fashioned dress on! I don't know why they were there, but I swear they were!" She looked at her friends and saw the pained expressions they were giving one another.
"Honey, do you think you could have been dreaming?" A blonde girl, Valerie asked kindly.
"NO! I wasn't dreaming!" She defended.
"And we believe you, Bee, it's just a bit…. Strange." Blaire placed an arm around her sister's shoulder.
"That's the POINT!" Bronte shouted, attracting some unwanted attention. " I want to know why they were there!"
She growled in frustration and stormed off in the direction of her form room. She knew they had been in her room! She knew they were the people she had met a few days earlier on that secret trip to the Powell Estate. All she had to do was convince someone she wasn't crazy.
An: ok. What did you think? Please review:D. I would seriously like to know what you think of this chapter. :)