☆ chasing the starlight ☆

[While Dr. Magnus had her crew off and getting information about the men that had been affected by the craft and was doing...god only knows in that tent, the Doctor and Linette made their way back to the compound where UNIT had been temporarily stationed. The sun was high and hot and the Doctor, for a moment, regretted wearing his tweed jacket.

The Doctor took the keychain from his companion, twirling the metal ring around his finger before catching it. He quickly unlocked the door with a grin. He'd often broken into high security places, but he'd only ever needed his screwdriver. But to actually use a key. It tickled him.

Pocketing the key, he pushed the door open, allowing Linette to enter first. On the way over, he'd explained what he'd found at the crash site. How it had burned up on entry. Who had manufactured it. How he didn't have a clue who had actually sent it off.

The Doctor looked to Linette, a sigh causing his shoulders to rise and fall.] And that's what you missed.

[ While the Doctor and his companion traveled the stars, there was always something happening on Earth. Most of the time it was hardly extraterrestrial. There was an organization, called the Sanctuary Network. Founded by Dr. Gregory Magnus and continued on by his daughter, Dr. Helen Magnus. It had lasted into the 21st Century and, unknown to Helen, would continue on.

The Sanctuary Network had numeral allies throughout it's history. The United Nations, sometimes grudgingly Torchwood, and several privately owned businesses. Therefore it did work hand in hand with the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, also known as U.N.I.T. The United Kingdom branch preferred a more "politically correct" rethinking of the name, but to the North American branches, it remained the same name.

Helen Magnus ended the call from U.N.I.T. Lt. Fred Mills, a life long friend to Helen, acted as the liaison between U.N.I.T. and the Sanctuary Network. When one needed the other (usually meaning they needed her help), he was the one to contact them. Possibly because he was the only member of U.N.I.T that Helen properly trusted in the 21st Century. Mainly due to the fact that she possibly had helped him receive the position.

With the cell over, Helen stood and moved to her desk to begin ordering tickets for the flight. ]

[ Work hardly ever changed, nor did the fact that Helen Magnus was a workaholic. She blamed it on being British, but it was for other reasons. It was why she only took a vacation every seven years. Once she stopped working it all came back and she preferred not to think about that.

Even though walking the halls in the early morning of the Sanctuary usually did bring it all to the front of her mind, even when she was staring at the tablets with the patient reports and schedule changes. Not to mention when reports and requests from the other Heads of Houses. ]

[from here]

He looked from the tree to Helen and to the ribbon. "Is there an instructional guide on how to put these things up?" He asked. The Doctor never had to do anything like that before and he'd had enough trouble getting the tree to sit straight up in the stand.

The Doctor focused on Helen, the pensive look in her eyes as she focused on the tree. It truly amazed him how she could give so much with everything she did. She never performed anything halfheartedly. She put all of herself into her work, her family, everything.

And he admired her greatly for it.

[ from here. ]

I take it that means you've never seen a business give out baskets.

[ Cham twirled his fingers around to gesture to the area around them. As in, the entire empty nightclub. Technically, they weren't open yet. But, Magnus's people always got special treatment. For reasons Cham never said. ]

This? This is a business. I've got a legitimate business here! And, the not-so-legitimate one. But, my illegal doings help keep you and your boss informed. I think that it merits a gift basket.

[ Saturday nights at the biggest San Fransisco bar, The Brick Yard, were always insanely busy. She had only tagged along because she was filling in for the band's guitarist while she was on maternity leave. Even then they weren't doing a lot of performing that night. Kasey was off working on whatever deal she was trying to do with her underground business, while Linette Smith was hitting up the pool table.

And kicking ass.

Admittedly, most the guys were drunk. It wasn't really a fair match.

She sighed, leaning against her pole and looking around at the bar. What she liked about this one was, despite how busy it was, it was never loud or obnoxious. It was a calming social environment. Until someone got thrown out for being too drunk. That was her entertainment for the evening. So far only one person had been escorted out. She was almost disappointed. ]