Lucia Moretti [1975 Torchwood] (luciamoretti) wrote in tardis_logs, @ 2011-01-06 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | *1975 torchwood, jack harkness, lucia moretti |
Who: Jack and Lucia Jack was catching a nap on the couch in her office, one arm over his eyes as he had been killed that day during a very routine mission with a weevil. He sat up straight on the couch when he heard her call for him. "What? WHAT?" he moved to get up, rubbing his eyes and brushing his hands across his trousers. He moved around the desk and looked at the screen. "Oh ... " he didn't know what to say. That was the Doctor? Didn't look like The Doctor. "Oh. Looks like we're connected to some kind of ... networking system." Lucia blinked in surprise when the video started, listening to the man speaking in bewilderment. "He-" She cut herself off though when a woman with a lot of curly hair replied. "What's going on? What is this? Is this alien?" It had to be because she had seen nothing like this before. Well, except the television, but you couldn't have a conversation with someone on the television. Unless you were completely mental. "This is why I like typewriters. They can't talk back." Jack looked down at Lucia and smiled before watching the video. "So that is the Doctor ... " he muttered to himself and then looked back down to Lucia again. "Yes, it is ... " he replied and stood up straight. "Well the Doctor is. It seems that his TARDIS has linked up to this computer and .... we can communicate with him." Although the computer didn't have a camera. He had commandeered it from a Time Agent a few years before and it was from 2010. Which surprised him as to why it didn't have a camera. "How do we do that?" Lucia asked, frowning again as she looked back at the screen. She was already frustrated with this thing and ready to throw it out the window. If they had windows down here. "Just start talking? How can he see her but not us? This is..." She didn't even know. It was completely alien. Turning away from the screen, she glanced up at him, her hand moving to the leg closest to her. "How are you? Feeling any better after your nap?" "You type," he said, motioning toward the keys. "Just like you were before," he added on and smiled at easily she got frustrated with small things. He reckoned it was the hormones, but it was just how she was. So short tempered. "She has a camera, this computer doesn't. It goes both ways, but you can type and he'd see it," he said, moving to sit on the edge of her desk. "Mmm, moderately. How're you feeling?" Lucia made a face when he said 'you type'. The keyboard was similar to a typewriter, but she was used to the clacking of the keys and having to put the paper in. She wasn't used to the brightness of the screen or all the additional buttons that these keyboards had. "I'm fine," she replied, shrugging slightly. "Still feeling sick, but it's easier to forget about if I have something to do, which is why I was going to type up the report about that object that came through yesterday." That face made him laugh and he reached to close the lid of the computer for now. He exhaled slowly and looked at her. "You want some crackers or something? To settle your stomach?" He paused. "Or do you want me to get the typewriter?" he teased, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "The typewriter," Lucia decided, placated somewhat by the kiss. Her hand found his and held it for a moment, keeping him close. She hated the way pregnancy had made her needy. Or at least, that's what she was blaming it on. Jack slid his fingers through hers and just sat there for a minute, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Alright, I'll go get that and ... be back in a minute," he leaned down to kiss her again before disappearing out of the office to go downstairs and retrieve a typewriter. Lucia smiled. "Thank you." She kissed him back and watched him go, studiously ignoring the now closed computer. She was going to have a love/hate relationship with that thing. Pulling her chair forward, she cleared a space for the typewriter by stacking all the paper into a pile to one side. "James, can you get me some coffee please?" she called out the door when she noticed him walk past. Jack returned sometime later with the typewriter and covered in dirt. He exhaled slowly and shook his head. "Someone needs to clean down there, seriously. Regular people could get hurt," he said, trekking into her office and setting up the typewriter. It was a new electric one that still needed the paper feed, but it was top of the line. "What the hell is this?" Lucia asked, gazing at the typewriter in much the same way as she had the computer. "Is this an alien typewriter?" It looked all wrong. She just wanted a plan old typewriter to type up her reports on. Was that really too much to ask?? Frustration was not one of Lucia's favourite emotions but it was quickly becoming one of her most frequent. "I'll just bring mine from home. I spend more time here anyway so I might as well." Jack waved his hands and picked up the typewriter, not saying anything. He wrapped the cord around it and hauled it out of the room, throwing it on the couch in the atrium and picked up his from his desk then brought it back in. He smiled sweetly and went to set up the electric one at his desk. There, that would solve that. Lucia watched in stunned silence as Jack took away the offensive typewriter and brought his own in to her desk. She merely blinked at him as it was set down and he left the office again. Well. Alright then. At least here was something she knew how to use and didn't need lessons. Picking up a blank sheet of paper, she fed it into the typewriter and started to type up her report. Ah, that was much better. Being able to actually achieve something helped to ease the frustration. Jack moved back into her office and watched her with the typewriter. He sat her coffee on the desk since James didn't want to come into the office. "Better?" he asked, shifting some and crossing his arms over his chest. He was just in his white teeshirt with braces. "Much better, thank you," Lucia said with a happy smile as she took a break to reach for her coffee and leaned back in her chair as she sipped it. Her mood, it seemed, had swung back to happy again. "Mmm, coffee and a nice view," she murmured with approval as she gazed up at him. He snickered a little bit at that and couldn't fight the smile on his face. "Mm, well, the view isn't so bad from her either." He was really glad about her penchant for tops hat showed off her lovely assets. Lucia grinned at that, knowing exactly what Jack liked to look at. "Just think, they're only going to get bigger." She couldn't imagine it, but she thought he'd probably like that. She deliberately ignored what else was going to get bigger too. That made his eyebrow shoot up and he was picturing it. More than he probably should have been. "Oh, believe me, I know," he said, smiling some more and he knew that was horribly lewd. He just couldn't resist when she made it so so so easy. Lucia liked making it easy for him, setting it up for him, and enjoyed seeing his expression as he pictured her like that. She really hoped he would still be looking at her like that when she got fat. Insecurity was not something Lucia was normally familiar with, and she loathed it now. "So, are you going to tell me what happened today or are you going to make me wait to read it in your report?" Jack smirked a little and then sighed some. "Hmm," he was giving that some serious thought. "Do you really want to hear about it and read it too?" it wasn't pretty, that was for sure. "Rogue pack of ... some kind of hoix-slash-weevil cross out in Swansea." Lucia looked away briefly, sighing, then forced herself to look up at Jack. Who was still there, standing before her, very much alive. "I'd prefer not to hear about it or read it, but that would necessitate the incident not happening in the first place," she said, getting up out of her chair to pace a bit. She hated hearing about Jack dying almost as much as she hated watching it, but she couldn't get away from it in this job. As much as she hated it, she would prefer he died than one of their mortal colleagues, or herself. They knew he would come back. "How long were you out this time?" Jack watched her for a second and listened to her before moving to sit down on the edge of her desk. He pursed his lips together and knew that one day he'd lose her and lose their child, but it wasn't something he wanted to think about just yet. He didn't think he ever wanted to hear about that. Ever. He hoped he wasn't alive to see it, but he knew better than that. "Ten minutes," he said. "Or so James said." Lucia nodded. Not too bad then. More than she would have liked, but she'd prefer it if he didn't die. It was easier to handle when she didn't have to witness it but that didn't make it a walk in the park either. Moving closer to him, she stood between his legs, her arms resting on his shoulders, hands clasped loosely together behind his head. "You need to be more careful," she said lightly and leaned in to kiss him. Jack slid his arms around her waist and looked at her when she stood between his knees. He hummed a little and nodded some. "I will, but it's better me than someone else," he reached up and slid his fingers across her cheek. He kissed her back, his arm snaking around her waist again. "I know," Lucia whispered. She knew he was right, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She kissed him again, pressing up closer to him. The others knew better than to come walking in when it was just the two of them in here. A couple of times they'd copped an eyeful.
What: Lucia is attempting to use a computer for the first time.
Where: Her office in the Hub.
When: Saturday, January 1, 1975
Time Stream: 1975 Torchwood
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Lucia was feeling brave, so she had switched on the computer at her desk in her office. She knew that much at least, remembering how she had been shown which button to press to turn it on. That was as far as she had gotten, however. At UNIT they used typewriters as computers weren't widely used yet and certainly weren't as small as this one was. She was frowning at it, tapping at keys uncertainly. She just wanted to type up this report, damn it! She didn't need this as well. She was on the verge of demanding that Jack bring her a typewriter, when suddenly the computer connected to the TARDIS network and words started appearing on the screen. "Oh my god," she said, raising her hands off the keyboard as if to prove her innocence. "JACK! What is this?"