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Prompt: Torchwood Lucky 7: The Sin of Envy
Characters/Pairings: Andy and Team Torchwood
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None at all
Word Count: 1002
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
A/N: I know this is late, but RL dealt me a nasty body blow and I haven't quite recovered.
Envy? No, Not Really
Typical. It was raining. And dark. They were all huddled under umbrellas, awaiting the arrival of the “experts.” They didn’t have long. With a squeal of tires, the black SUV pulled into a space and disgorged five people. “Thank you, boys and girls. Torchwood is here now.” And just like that, they were pushed politely but firmly back.
Police Constable Andrew Davidson, usually called “Andy” by his mates, was not envious by nature. He was a mild sort of man and certainly not one to waste precious energy on useless emotions, There were a few people he envied, in that mild sort of way he had, because they had skills or traits he wished he could possess, but never quite could.
However, there was one man in Cardiff that Andy most certainly did not envy at all: Captain Jack Harkness, the leader of Torchwood.
True, the man was attractive. Even though he was not exactly an admirer of male beauty, Andy could give him that. He was tall and well-built. His features were handsome. If he had the captain’s looks and that charm, Andy would have no trouble pulling any girl he wanted from the local pub. Andy suspected that those baby-blue eyes and flashy white teeth tended to mesmerize the unwary, and even the wary.
All right, maybe Andy did wish he had those looks, but that was all.
But really, the man was too arrogant, too full of himself as he strode around the crime scene with that stupid blue RAF coat swirling around him as he moved. He gave his team crisp directions and they moved to their tasks without hesitation or questions. He began to look around on his own, poking into things as though only he knew what was really going on. The really irritating thing was that he usually did.
Way too cocky for someone like Andy, but deep down he would like to have had that kind of confidence in himself and his work.
Andy certainly didn’t want the complications of Torchwood to deal with. Look at his team. All of them loopy in a way, even his former partner Gwen. They were a handful.
Gwen was kneeling in front of the hunk of metal that had almost certainly crushed the man’s skull. She must have called Jack over, as they were both peering at it now. Andy had had a crush on Gwen when she had been on the force; he knew it would never go anywhere for she had Rhys. Andy thought that Gwen had a bit of a crush on the Captain now. That would be a problem for her. She must shout at him a lot. She was always shouting.
That doctor of theirs – Owen Harper was his name – was checking the body over, examining it with that clinical detachment of doctors who looked at corpses on a regular basis. Harper was something of a local nuisance, to the constabulary. The captain had to regularly get him out of the tank where he’s been tossed for D & D. No one arrested him any more, knowing that Torchwood would spring him. They would toss him in, call, and wait for the captain to come. When he was on the job, he was as focused as the rest of the team. Maybe there were two of him?
That mouse of a woman, Dr. Sato, was scanning some of the bits that had broken off of the main chunk of metal. Like the others she had on gloves and a mask, but her face was almost completely covered. She was a tiny thing, and always had a piece of technology that Andy couldn’t recognize in her hand. She bounced from scanning, to the technology in the SUV, and back to scanning. She barely noticed anything around her, except to compare readings with those of that Jones fellow.
That Jones fellow – he was a right puzzle. Whenever he showed up with the team, he was dressed in a tailored suit which looked like it had been made for him. No matter how filthy or disgusting the scene was, Jones somehow managed to stay cleaner than the others. His voice was always quiet and even when he asked questions of the police, and he was unfailingly polite in spite of some of the other men being surly. Unflappable, that’s what he was. Gwen had once told him “Ianto knows everything.” Maybe he did.
No, Andy didn’t envy the captain being in charge of that group of misfits. It would drive any sane man spare. Still, it might be nice to have a group of people you trusted around you. Sometimes.
One thing for sure that the captain had that Andy didn’t want was a boyfriend, or significant other, or whatever they were calling a person of the same sex you were sleeping with today. He’d stick to women, thank you very much. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Andy just wasn’t wired that way.
Andy had seen Jones with the captain when he patrolled the Plass on foot. Whether they were walking or sitting or standing looking out at the bay, they were always close together – close enough to touch. He’d seen them talking and being silent. A few times he had seen them exchange kisses. It didn’t seem to matter that the captain was Jones’ boss; that kind of thing would have gotten the captain booted off the force for harassment. Maybe it wasn’t harassment if both parties were equally involved. Andy wasn’t an insensitive clod. He’d seen the looks that passed between them.
Andy didn’t want a boyfriend, but sometimes he thought it might be nice if someone looked at him as though nothing else in the universe existed.
Looking at Captain Jack Harkness in the rain, watching his team work and Jones standing close to him to show him something on his PDA screen, Andy didn’t envy him at all.
Well, maybe just a little.
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tonjavmoore Prompt: Torchwood Lucky 7: The Sin of Envy
Characters/Pairings: Andy and Team Torchwood
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None at all
Word Count: 1002
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
A/N: I know this is late, but RL dealt me a nasty body blow and I haven't quite recovered.
Envy? No, Not Really
Typical. It was raining. And dark. They were all huddled under umbrellas, awaiting the arrival of the “experts.” They didn’t have long. With a squeal of tires, the black SUV pulled into a space and disgorged five people. “Thank you, boys and girls. Torchwood is here now.” And just like that, they were pushed politely but firmly back.
Police Constable Andrew Davidson, usually called “Andy” by his mates, was not envious by nature. He was a mild sort of man and certainly not one to waste precious energy on useless emotions, There were a few people he envied, in that mild sort of way he had, because they had skills or traits he wished he could possess, but never quite could.
However, there was one man in Cardiff that Andy most certainly did not envy at all: Captain Jack Harkness, the leader of Torchwood.
True, the man was attractive. Even though he was not exactly an admirer of male beauty, Andy could give him that. He was tall and well-built. His features were handsome. If he had the captain’s looks and that charm, Andy would have no trouble pulling any girl he wanted from the local pub. Andy suspected that those baby-blue eyes and flashy white teeth tended to mesmerize the unwary, and even the wary.
All right, maybe Andy did wish he had those looks, but that was all.
But really, the man was too arrogant, too full of himself as he strode around the crime scene with that stupid blue RAF coat swirling around him as he moved. He gave his team crisp directions and they moved to their tasks without hesitation or questions. He began to look around on his own, poking into things as though only he knew what was really going on. The really irritating thing was that he usually did.
Way too cocky for someone like Andy, but deep down he would like to have had that kind of confidence in himself and his work.
Andy certainly didn’t want the complications of Torchwood to deal with. Look at his team. All of them loopy in a way, even his former partner Gwen. They were a handful.
Gwen was kneeling in front of the hunk of metal that had almost certainly crushed the man’s skull. She must have called Jack over, as they were both peering at it now. Andy had had a crush on Gwen when she had been on the force; he knew it would never go anywhere for she had Rhys. Andy thought that Gwen had a bit of a crush on the Captain now. That would be a problem for her. She must shout at him a lot. She was always shouting.
That doctor of theirs – Owen Harper was his name – was checking the body over, examining it with that clinical detachment of doctors who looked at corpses on a regular basis. Harper was something of a local nuisance, to the constabulary. The captain had to regularly get him out of the tank where he’s been tossed for D & D. No one arrested him any more, knowing that Torchwood would spring him. They would toss him in, call, and wait for the captain to come. When he was on the job, he was as focused as the rest of the team. Maybe there were two of him?
That mouse of a woman, Dr. Sato, was scanning some of the bits that had broken off of the main chunk of metal. Like the others she had on gloves and a mask, but her face was almost completely covered. She was a tiny thing, and always had a piece of technology that Andy couldn’t recognize in her hand. She bounced from scanning, to the technology in the SUV, and back to scanning. She barely noticed anything around her, except to compare readings with those of that Jones fellow.
That Jones fellow – he was a right puzzle. Whenever he showed up with the team, he was dressed in a tailored suit which looked like it had been made for him. No matter how filthy or disgusting the scene was, Jones somehow managed to stay cleaner than the others. His voice was always quiet and even when he asked questions of the police, and he was unfailingly polite in spite of some of the other men being surly. Unflappable, that’s what he was. Gwen had once told him “Ianto knows everything.” Maybe he did.
No, Andy didn’t envy the captain being in charge of that group of misfits. It would drive any sane man spare. Still, it might be nice to have a group of people you trusted around you. Sometimes.
One thing for sure that the captain had that Andy didn’t want was a boyfriend, or significant other, or whatever they were calling a person of the same sex you were sleeping with today. He’d stick to women, thank you very much. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Andy just wasn’t wired that way.
Andy had seen Jones with the captain when he patrolled the Plass on foot. Whether they were walking or sitting or standing looking out at the bay, they were always close together – close enough to touch. He’d seen them talking and being silent. A few times he had seen them exchange kisses. It didn’t seem to matter that the captain was Jones’ boss; that kind of thing would have gotten the captain booted off the force for harassment. Maybe it wasn’t harassment if both parties were equally involved. Andy wasn’t an insensitive clod. He’d seen the looks that passed between them.
Andy didn’t want a boyfriend, but sometimes he thought it might be nice if someone looked at him as though nothing else in the universe existed.
Looking at Captain Jack Harkness in the rain, watching his team work and Jones standing close to him to show him something on his PDA screen, Andy didn’t envy him at all.
Well, maybe just a little.