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Special Unit 3 - Part 1 of 9
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:43 amTitle: SPECIAL UNIT 3
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Torchwood/Special Unit 2 x-over, with a guest appearance of the Tenth Doctor.
Category: Heavy-duty Gwen bashing and a great deal of silliness.
Rating: G, suitable for all, with the exception of die-hard Gwackers.
Genre: Crackfic, with gender bending, body swap, whatever – the whole nine miles.
Series: none
Timeframe: indefinite. Perhaps “Sleepers”, from Series 2 for Torchwood, but not necessarily.
Summary: Once again, Gwen fumbles around with something she was told not to touch. The consequences are…unusual.
Disclaimer: the usual: don’t own, don’t sue! Everything belongs to RTD and BBC - and UPN, respectively.
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PART ONE: THE BEGINNING
Author’s notes:
The alien artefacts described here have been borrowed from the “All Systems University” website. Since they were never actually used in “Andromeda” but look really cool, I thought it would be a waste to let them sink into obscurity. Besides, we so rarely get to see the alien gizmos Torchwood apparently deals with on a regular basis. You can view them on the website by clicking at the artefact numbers embedded in Ianto’s little notes.
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The beginning is usually a delicate matter. Especially when one looks back at a recent series of fairly traumatic events and tries to figure out in hindsight where – and how – it has all begun. It can be a really hard case of mental acrobatics sometimes, and the efforts, sadly, often remain unsuccessful.
In this particular case, however, nobody could have had the slightest doubt about the beginning. Things had, as so often before, started with Gwen. Witch Gwen-bloody-Cooper, who always thought she knew everything better and never listened when told not to fool around with unknown alien tech as long as it wasn’t declared safe by Jack or Tosh – the two people with actual technical knowledge at Torchwood Three.
The Rift had been quiet for weeks, Weevil activity had been minimal, and they were all bored out of their heads. Well, Tosh was working on her updated translation programme (the one Gwen and Owen had managed to destroy almost a year earlier, by kicking the plug of her computer out of its socket), and Ianto was, as usual, slaving down in the Archives.
Jack had decided to use the Rift downtime for examining and cataloguing about a dozen alien artefacts that had either been sent in for just that reason or had been lying around untouched for quite some time untouched. Which meant that Ianto would be busier than ever for the next week or so, as such tasks naturally fell to him… among other, more menial tasks, that is. He worked more than all the others counted together, with the exception of Tosh, and nobody seemed to take notice of that fact.
But the others were bored. Owen distracted himself by playing computer games, and Jack was chatting with the leader of Torchwood Two (which he only did on days of extreme boredom, as Archie McAllister really wasn’t the kind of man he’d choose to socialize with). Much to Gwen’s chagrin, who took offence on the two males of her interest (as Ianto didn’t count, being just the teaboy) paying her presence and her obvious need to be entertained no attention.
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Author: Soledad
Fandom: Torchwood/Special Unit 2 x-over, with a guest appearance of the Tenth Doctor.
Category: Heavy-duty Gwen bashing and a great deal of silliness.
Rating: G, suitable for all, with the exception of die-hard Gwackers.
Genre: Crackfic, with gender bending, body swap, whatever – the whole nine miles.
Series: none
Timeframe: indefinite. Perhaps “Sleepers”, from Series 2 for Torchwood, but not necessarily.
Summary: Once again, Gwen fumbles around with something she was told not to touch. The consequences are…unusual.
Disclaimer: the usual: don’t own, don’t sue! Everything belongs to RTD and BBC - and UPN, respectively.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
PART ONE: THE BEGINNING
Author’s notes:
The alien artefacts described here have been borrowed from the “All Systems University” website. Since they were never actually used in “Andromeda” but look really cool, I thought it would be a waste to let them sink into obscurity. Besides, we so rarely get to see the alien gizmos Torchwood apparently deals with on a regular basis. You can view them on the website by clicking at the artefact numbers embedded in Ianto’s little notes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The beginning is usually a delicate matter. Especially when one looks back at a recent series of fairly traumatic events and tries to figure out in hindsight where – and how – it has all begun. It can be a really hard case of mental acrobatics sometimes, and the efforts, sadly, often remain unsuccessful.
In this particular case, however, nobody could have had the slightest doubt about the beginning. Things had, as so often before, started with Gwen. Witch Gwen-bloody-Cooper, who always thought she knew everything better and never listened when told not to fool around with unknown alien tech as long as it wasn’t declared safe by Jack or Tosh – the two people with actual technical knowledge at Torchwood Three.
The Rift had been quiet for weeks, Weevil activity had been minimal, and they were all bored out of their heads. Well, Tosh was working on her updated translation programme (the one Gwen and Owen had managed to destroy almost a year earlier, by kicking the plug of her computer out of its socket), and Ianto was, as usual, slaving down in the Archives.
Jack had decided to use the Rift downtime for examining and cataloguing about a dozen alien artefacts that had either been sent in for just that reason or had been lying around untouched for quite some time untouched. Which meant that Ianto would be busier than ever for the next week or so, as such tasks naturally fell to him… among other, more menial tasks, that is. He worked more than all the others counted together, with the exception of Tosh, and nobody seemed to take notice of that fact.
But the others were bored. Owen distracted himself by playing computer games, and Jack was chatting with the leader of Torchwood Two (which he only did on days of extreme boredom, as Archie McAllister really wasn’t the kind of man he’d choose to socialize with). Much to Gwen’s chagrin, who took offence on the two males of her interest (as Ianto didn’t count, being just the teaboy) paying her presence and her obvious need to be entertained no attention.
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