Adam Mitchell Chronicles - The Third
Jul. 15th, 2010 06:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lone_defenderNew Years 2015, he finally discovered the answer for how Torchwood learned of his existence. When he approached the director's office to present his report on the compact computer device they'd discovered a week before, he was greeted by familiar blonde hair and brown eyes much older than he remembered.
She'd brought his existence to Torchwood's attention only moments after the Doctor had left him at home. It had taken some doing to find him before anyone else did. There was a conflict of wariness and pride in her eyes as she explained the second chance she'd arranged. The only chance.
He wanted very badly to hate her for the years of torment her chance subjected him to. He didn't.
She expressed approval for his actions with Torchwood, and commended his hand in fending off the sudden invasion in November of the previous year, by interfacing with their computers and stymieing their efforts at organizing an efficient conquest long enough for Torchwood Three to repel them.
He wasn't sure what to think about the respect and formality the scientists showed to her as he followed her aimlessly through the hallways. He wasn't sure what to think about her differed posture and muted colors. The mischief he'd expect in her eyes was missing. Even though they'd found a way to reprogram the chip to open on a more appropriate command, she never even made to click her fingers.
She didn't answer when he asked where the Doctor was. In fact, she never said another word. She simply stepped into the TARDIS and left.
He saw her again in the Spring. After they prevented an uprising of militant sheep, she arrived again, this time apparently to visit with one of the high ranking execs in an office he'd never visited before. Dr. Sato explained it was one of the first Torchwood recruits after the 'reform' Torchwood underwent in the wake of the Battle of Canary Wharf. It was the first time he finally managed to pry out answers about the battle. And the Doctor.
Before she left, she sought him out once more, colors still mute, but brown eyes sparkling with a strange echo of the mischief and excitement they used to hold. The guise of a special mission barely concealed the true offer.
A second chance to see the stars up close.
She'd brought his existence to Torchwood's attention only moments after the Doctor had left him at home. It had taken some doing to find him before anyone else did. There was a conflict of wariness and pride in her eyes as she explained the second chance she'd arranged. The only chance.
He wanted very badly to hate her for the years of torment her chance subjected him to. He didn't.
She expressed approval for his actions with Torchwood, and commended his hand in fending off the sudden invasion in November of the previous year, by interfacing with their computers and stymieing their efforts at organizing an efficient conquest long enough for Torchwood Three to repel them.
He wasn't sure what to think about the respect and formality the scientists showed to her as he followed her aimlessly through the hallways. He wasn't sure what to think about her differed posture and muted colors. The mischief he'd expect in her eyes was missing. Even though they'd found a way to reprogram the chip to open on a more appropriate command, she never even made to click her fingers.
She didn't answer when he asked where the Doctor was. In fact, she never said another word. She simply stepped into the TARDIS and left.
He saw her again in the Spring. After they prevented an uprising of militant sheep, she arrived again, this time apparently to visit with one of the high ranking execs in an office he'd never visited before. Dr. Sato explained it was one of the first Torchwood recruits after the 'reform' Torchwood underwent in the wake of the Battle of Canary Wharf. It was the first time he finally managed to pry out answers about the battle. And the Doctor.
Before she left, she sought him out once more, colors still mute, but brown eyes sparkling with a strange echo of the mischief and excitement they used to hold. The guise of a special mission barely concealed the true offer.
A second chance to see the stars up close.
