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| Author: | Liss [ 26 Feb 2007, 18:22 ] |
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Switzerland, the late 60s Margot Maynard looked around the bedroom she had shared with her triplet sisters since she was 12. It hadn’t changed much since their move to Switzerland: still the same floral curtains and counterpanes that now seemed dated and (dare she say it?) a little twee. Not that it really mattered now. She would be moving on, moving forward: Switzerland would become “where my parents live”; nothing more. This house would be “where I used to live”. She sighed at the thought – whether in relief or dismay, she wasn’t sure – and began to unpack, more energetically than tidily, it must be said. That finished, she wandered downstairs, steered well clear of the Salon where her mother – the novelist Josephine M Bettany – was entertaining guests with, from the sound of it, the usual interminable stories of her school days, and left the house, heading for the path that ran the length of the Gornetz Platz. The air was fresh and crisp, as you would expect when standing half-way up a Swiss mountain, and Margot breathed deeply, panting, as one of her brothers would have pointed out, unkindly, rather like a dog. Next to Freudesheim, the Maynard home, she saw the Chalet School, the school founded by her aunt, and which all the Maynard girls had attended (and were, with the exception of the triplets, still attending). Nothing much had changed, though it seemed as if the powers that be were in the throes of installing another tennis court. She had barely rounded the bend in the path that hid the school from view, when a small figure cannoned into her, knocking them both to the ground. “Steady on!” exclaimed Margot, as she rose to her feet, dusting off her trousers. The girl had also scrambled to her feet, and would have made a dash for it, had not Margot suddenly grabbed hold of her arm. “You’re School, aren’t you? What on earth are you doing out here? It’s well out of bounds, you must know that, and besides that,” – she checked her watch – “shouldn’t you be in lessons?” “Let me go!” said the girl, brusquely, trying to pull her arm away. “It’s none of your business.” Margot hung on tighter, and being about twice the kid’s age, as well a lot bigger, the girl hadn’t much chance of running off. “True enough about not my business,” Margot said contemplatively, “but I was a Pree in my day, you see, and I’d get it in the neck from all sides if I let you skedaddle like this. Running away, are you?” The girl’s sullen expression was sufficient answer, and she grinned. “Well, word of warning, my young terror – school uniform is a bust at this sort of business. You’d be recognized for miles around in that get-up.” If it were possible, the girl looked even more sullen. “Couldn’t,” she said bitterly. “Matey locked the rest of my clothes up as punishment. I’m on school uniform only.” Margot raised her eyebrows. “Uniform only? That’s a new one on me. What on earth did you do?” The girl shrugged. “Just said I didn’t much fancy being a Guide, thank you very much. And maybe threw a bit of a strop when they tried to make me. Matey said I was uncouth.” “I bet she did!” said Margot, with some feeling. “But look here, kiddo… What is your name, by the way? I can’t keep calling you ‘you’ the whole time.” “Amy,” said the girl. “Amy Taylor. I’m thirteen.” “I’m Margot. Anyway, what I was saying was that you just can’t go haring off like this. It’s not at all on, you know. Folk would be worried sick.” “They don’t care,” said Amy, with no little vim. “They don’t care about any of us, not really.” “Well, you’re wrong about that!” “I’m jolly well not wrong! You’re the same as the rest of them. ‘Don’t you want to fit in? Don’t you want to be a proper Chalet School girl?’ Well, I don’t, not one bit! I don’t want to stay in this lousy school one second longer! I don’t…” She broke off as Margot shook her. “You’re getting hysterical,” said Margot severely. “And frankly I think you’re being a little silly. Look here, Amy, we’d better get back to the School. It’ll be getting dark soon, and that’ll make things worse. It’s really not so bad, you know,” she continued, her voice softer. “You might even come to like it. Anyway, come on.” She tugged on Amy’s arm, and led her, protesting vehemently, back to the Chalet School. ~ ~ ~ The next day, a much depleted Maynard clan, consisting of Margot, her parents, and youngest sister, Philippa, who was at home for a little while following an unpleasant case of flu, was sitting in the Salon when a telephone call came through for Jack Maynard. The others, used to the frequent calls upon his time in his position as head of the Sanatorium, paid no heed, until he popped his head around the Salon door. “Have to dash, I’m afraid. One of the girls at the school has come a bit of a cropper on a ramble. Sounds to be in a pretty bad way. They’re taking her to the San; I’m meeting them there.” Joey Maynard had risen to her feet in alarm. “One of the girls? Who was it?” Jack was already heading down the hallway, and Joey and Margot went to the doorway, as he called back. “One of the new kids. Amy something, I think. I’ll see you later!” The bang of the heavy front door punctuated his departure, as Joey and Margot returned to their seats. Joey picked up the teapot and poured herself a fresh cup. “Tea, Margot?” “No thanks. I say, Mamma, I think that might be the kid I met yesterday. You know, the little wretch trying to run away.” “Poor child,” said Joey, her pansy-dark eyes filled with compassion. “It’s always so difficult for them when they refuse to conform with the School.” Margot laughed. “Conformity isn’t everything, Mamma! Still, I’m sure she’ll be fine as soon as she settles down. As long as she’s OK.” “She’ll be fine,” said Joey, absently. “Look here, Margot, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” “Oh? What?” “It’s your House Officer position. I know you’ve got something sorted out for next month…” “Yes, and I’m so pleased! I never thought I’d get a place at Barts…” “And we’re very proud of you,” continued Joey, “but have you given any thought to maybe continuing your training, here at the San? It’s really a very fine institution, you know, and it would be so wonderful if you could stay here, don’t you think?” “Papa suggested it,” admitted Margot, “but I really think it would be better if I did my training somewhere else.” “Very well,” said Joey, picking up some proofs from the table beside her, “we’ll say no more about it.” Margot watched her mother read through the proofs for a moment, then excused herself. She rang the San to see if anyone knew what was going on, but other than confirming that the victim of the accident was indeed Amy Taylor, she didn’t find out anything. ~ ~ ~ Three days later, a bunch of grapes in her hand, Margot poked her head around the door of a room in the San, and grinned. “Hello, kiddo!” she said, coming in and plopping the grapes down on the bedside table. “How are you faring?” Amy, looking pale and thin in the hospital bed, shrugged. “All right, I s’pose,” she said, heaving a sigh. “Did they tell you?” “About your back. ‘Fraid so. Bad luck.” “Rather. Still, it could have been worse, and they think I should be up and about fairly soon. Back to school, even.” At this prospect her eyes lit up, and Margot marvelled at it. “Bit of a sea change!” she said with a laugh. “A few days ago you couldn’t wait to get rid!” Amy smiled. “I was being stupid, like you said. I’m so glad to be at the Chalet School!” They chatted a little longer, and Margot took a surreptitious look at the girl’s chart, and then, seeing that Amy was tired, she took her leave. “I’d better be off now,” she said, as she pulled on her coat and scarf. “I’ll come again in a day or so. Cheerio!” She headed out, nodding to the staff she recognized, and came out onto the Platz just as the sun was beginning to set. Shivering a little, she carried on along the path, wondering at the change in Amy’s behaviour. For a kid who had been so anti only a few days ago, she had certainly changed her tune! Still, the School was like that. You got used to it. Margot supposed it was simply because she hadn’t had much contact with anyone there, excepting her own younger sisters, since she left, five years ago. Passing the School on her way to Freudesheim, Margot suddenly noticed a light on the other side of the swimming pool. “What’re those little imps up to now?” she muttered, and, throwing caution to the wind, climbed over the sturdy wooden fence that separated the school’s property from the rest of the Platz. “Well, I’ll give them a surprise, the little so-and-so’s!” She strode quietly towards the area of the lights, wondering what on earth they could be up to. Middles, it was bound to be. If you could rely on nothing else, it was Middles getting up to mischief. She had almost reached them when she realized something wasn’t as she had imagined, and before she could stop, a muted flashlight was swung in her direction, followed by three more. “And who,” said a distinctly male, American voice, “might you be?” |
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| Author: | Chair [ 26 Feb 2007, 19:39 ] |
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Thanks, Liss. This is really brilliant and I am really enjoying it! I look forward to reading more of this drabble. |
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| Author: | Lesley [ 26 Feb 2007, 19:46 ] |
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Hmmm, anyone else think it decidedly fishy that Amy happened to be the one who had an accident? And that she's changed her tune about the School? And what about Joey's idea that Margot do her House Officer stint at the San?????? 
Well I'm hooked!  Thanks Liss
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| Author: | Jennie [ 26 Feb 2007, 20:39 ] |
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And the next bit? Please. |
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| Author: | arky72 [ 26 Feb 2007, 21:01 ] |
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Fab! Thanks Liss! Now can we have some more please? |
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| Author: | Tara [ 27 Feb 2007, 00:36 ] |
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Lesley wrote: anyone else think it decidedly fishy that Amy happened to be the one who had an accident? And that she's changed her tune about the School? Definitely. I thought she'd been drugged. Wonder who on earth the American males are????
Very intriguing, Liss! |
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| Author: | Liss [ 27 Feb 2007, 11:06 ] |
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Cardiff, the present day There was nothing much stirring in Torchwood that Thursday. There had been some freaky alien body-snatching going on earlier in the week, admittedly, but that had all been sorted out by Monday tea-time, and now Gwen was cautiously optimistic that she might – possibly – have a quiet weekend with Rhys ahead of her. No alarms or excusions, just her and Rhys and possibly the television. She said as much to her colleagues. “What did you have to say that for?” demanded Owen in disgust. “Well done there, Gwen, let’s ensure that we spend the weekend battling for the human race.” “It might be OK,” said Tosh, breaking away from a scintillating game of Solitaire. “When has it *ever* been OK? Nope, we’ve been jinxed good and proper now. And I had plans for this weekend.” He glared at Gwen, and she resisted the urge to glare back. “Don’t be silly,” she said patiently. “Just because I said…” Before she could finish her sentence, the giant steel door that hid Torchwood from the rest of the world swung open, and their fearless leader, Captain Jack Harkness, strode through, accompanied by a woman of advanced years who was looking, if anything, rather smug. It was clear from Jack’s expression that he was far from smug on the emotional spectrum, hovering slightly more closely to ‘rather annoyed’ or, if pushed, ‘fucking furious’. “With all due respect, *Professor* Trelawney, I don’t see how you managed to…” “Home Secretary’s a fan,” replied the woman cheerfully. “And you know what the present Government’s like when it comes to even a hint of celebrity. And I am, after all, a National Treasure.” “Oh my God,” breathed Gwen, sharing a shocked glance with the others, “that’s Mary-Lou Trelawney!” “What the hell is she doing here?” said Owen, looking at the newcomer with curiosity tinged with trepidation. Whatever the answer to his question was, it probably wasn’t going to be anything good. “I remember watching her on TV when I was a kid,” said Tosh, reminiscently. “I begged my parents to take me to Italy – you remember? When she did that series based on all those Etruscan remains?” “National Treasure, my ass,” Jack was replying, but his words lacked heat, and it was clear that neither of them was convinced. “Nonsense, of course I am. The female, archaeological equivalent of David Attenborough. I am an institution.” “Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you can force your way into *my* institution and…” “They’re back.” Time seemed to pause for a moment, and the others, still clustered around the computer screens, watched, holding their collective breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Jack eventually, but nobody was fooled, least of all Professor Trelawney. “Of course you know what I mean. You got rid of them in the first place. Except… I’m not sure you did. I think they’re back.” “It’s been forty years,” said Jack. “That’s beside the point. *We’re* both still around, after all. Although I have to say,” she surveyed Jack top to bottom to top, “you’re looking a damned sight better than I am.” Jack shrugged, and grinned. “I have great genes.” “Oh, I bet you do.” She seemed to notice the others for the first time, and nodded towards them. “This your current lot?” “That’s right.” Professor Trelawney looked them over, then smiled at Jack, rather bitterly. “Know what they’re letting themselves in for?” All three bridled with indignation, but it seemed that the question had nothing to do with them. “Margot knew what she was…” “Margot didn’t have a *clue*! You must have known how sheltered she was! You, of all people, knew what her upbringing was like!” “Mary-Lou.” He stopped, seeming to not know what to say, an event unusual enough for the others to take note. But Mary-Lou just shook her head, looking much older than she usually did. “Oh, this is futile. We shan’t agree, and it’s not important at the moment. Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” Professor Trelawney made her way to Tosh’s workstation, seeming to take it for granted that the other woman would move; Tosh, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights, did so, and Mary-Lou slipped into her seat. She accessed the internet, and navigated her way to a web page, then sat back, looking expectantly over her shoulder at Jack. “You see?” He leaned forward, scrolled down and then back up. “Well, hell.” Mary-Lou folded her arms, and didn’t even try not looking smug. “I told you. They’re back.” “I thought we… I could have sworn we got rid of them.” Mary-Lou shrugged, and gestured towards the computer screen. “You would be wrong.” Gwen suddenly realized she was tired of all this. She leaned forwards and looked at the website. She frowned. “A school? This is all to do with a school?” She turned, crossed her arms. “What’s going on here, Jack?” “I…” He looked away. “I thought they’d gone.” “You should wake her up.” Mary-Lou’s voice was soft, persuasive. “She’ll die.” Mary-Lou flung out a hand at the screen. “Look at this, Jack! She’s not going to die, not now. You know I’m right.” Jack said nothing. The moment stretched and then, suddenly, his mind made up, he strode towards the archives. Everything Torchwood had ever found, everything Torchwood had ever taken. Everything Torchwood had ever been. Mary-Lou followed; Gwen, Owen and Tosh finished the procession. Down, and along, and down some more, until they were standing outside a metal morgue door in the wall. Jack’s hand hovered over the handle for a second, then he opened it, and pulled out the tray. “It’s a girl,” said Tosh, rather unnecessarily, for a girl it was, of medium height, with bright strawberry-blonde curls. She was dead. Or frozen. Or both. “So, it’s another Torchwood employee,” said Gwen, her voice determinedly bland. “You never can let any of us go, can you?” “This is different,” said Jack brusquely. “She was different.” “Who is she?” asked Owen, checking the settings on the glass tube that surrounded her. “Her name was-is Margot,” supplied Mary-Lou, resting a hand on the tube. “She was… well, not a friend, exactly. More and less at the same time.” Jack pushed the tray in, and slammed closed the door. “Who else knows?” he demanded, but Mary-Lou seemed not one whit abashed by his tone. She thought about it for a moment. “No-one, really. Not unless they found out for themselves. Verity knows, of course.” “Of course,” said Jack wryly. “As if she wouldn’t. Does she know you’re… stupid of me. Of course she does.” “As you say,” said Mary-Lou graciously, inclining her head. “I went to her first. She told me where to find you. So here I am.” She patted the door. “I really think you should wake her up.” Jack nodded, briefly, then turned and walked away. Mary-Lou smiled at the other three. “This *is* going to be interesting!” |
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| Author: | alicat [ 27 Feb 2007, 12:07 ] |
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well that could certainly account for Verity's "air of otherworldliness" I love torchwood, tho I have to say Margot wouldn't have been my first choice for captain jack's partner...probably cos I would have shoved my way in first!!! more please sends bunny treats
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| Author: | Chair [ 27 Feb 2007, 12:27 ] |
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Thanks, Liss. I have never watched Torchwood, so I am a bit confused. I am still enjoying this, anyway. |
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| Author: | leahbelle [ 27 Feb 2007, 14:23 ] |
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Oh, lovely! I really enjoyed Torchwood and am enjoying this, too  .
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| Author: | arky72 [ 27 Feb 2007, 18:31 ] |
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Chair wrote: Thanks, Liss. I have never watched Torchwood, so I am a bit confused. I am still enjoying this, anyway.
me too! |
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| Author: | Elbee [ 27 Feb 2007, 18:58 ] |
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Mary-Lou and Captain Jack - I can just see the sparks flying
This is very intriguing, I'm looking forward to the next instalment. |
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| Author: | Dawn [ 27 Feb 2007, 22:41 ] |
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arky72 wrote: Chair wrote: Thanks, Liss. I have never watched Torchwood, so I am a bit confused. I am still enjoying this, anyway. me too! and me - but hoping to pick it up as I go along |
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| Author: | Fiona Mc [ 28 Feb 2007, 07:49 ] |
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Chair wrote: Thanks, Liss. I have never watched Torchwood, so I am a bit confused. I am still enjoying this, anyway.
Me too! |
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| Author: | Loryat [ 01 Mar 2007, 19:22 ] |
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I never watched Torchwood, but this is tres interesting. More soon! |
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| Author: | francesn [ 02 Mar 2007, 19:21 ] |
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Torchwood/CS crossover - GENIUS! *much luff for the Squeen at this point in time* |
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| Author: | Liane [ 02 Mar 2007, 19:33 ] |
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Another non Torchwood watcher! This looks really good. |
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| Author: | Alice [ 03 Mar 2007, 18:22 ] |
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Just found this, thank you Liss. After the first post I was thinking that it was a crossover with a certain 1970s film but the Torchwood revelation link is vg. |
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| Author: | Liss [ 06 Mar 2007, 14:37 ] |
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Switzerland, the late 60s “Who am *I*? Who are *you*?” Raising her hand to shield her eyes from the glare of torchlight, Margot answered the man’s question irascibly. Whoever he was – whoever *any* of them were – they likely had no right to be on school property. “Captain Jack Harkness,” replied the man jovially. His torch scanned Margot down to her toes and back up again. “And you are?” “Mary Margaret Maynard,” came a cool, feminine voice. “Age 23, recently graduated from Edinburgh University with a degree in Medicine. Here staying with her parents,” and the voice took on a tone of extra significance, “Dr and Mrs Maynard.” “Is she now?” said the man. “Yes. I am,” replied Margot. “Although how you know that is more than I…” “Oh, we have our ways,” said the woman. “I’m sure you know what the school is like for gossip.” Margot nodded consideringly, then suddenly reached out and snatched a torch from the man in front of her in a manoeuvre rendered handy by the existence of her many brothers, then took a couple of steps back, and shone the newly acquired torch onto her inquisitioners. Captain Jack Harkness, if that was really his name, was a tall, handsome man in a long military greatcoat. He grinned at her, seemingly unmoved by her actions. She swung the torch further, encountering a tall young man with a shock of red hair, and a shorter man with an irritated look on his face. The torch continued in its arc until… “You’re at the school!” “Oh, now we’re in it!” exclaimed the shorter man. “Why on earth did you come out in your uniform, Caro?” “*Because*, Rory,” said Caro, her voice all false patience, “I think Matey would have looked askance at my carting around a suit in my trunk! It’s called being undercover. And I wasn’t about to come out in my pyjamas!” “But now she knows you’re there! Honestly, Caro, you are the end!” “Oh stop being such an idiot, Rory,” said the third man calmly. “Caro couldn’t have done much else.” “Well, what are we going to do about her?” asked Rory, waving his torch in Margot’s direction. “She’s bound to be in the thick of it and…” “Thick of what?” asked Margot curiously. “Look, what are you folk doing here? If you needed to see Caro, you could have just sorted something out with Au- Miss Annersley. But I don’t think that’s it, is it? There’s something else going on here.” “Gosh, Nancy Drew, did you work all that out yourself?” said Rory. Margot flushed, and pursed her lips in anger. She had never quite grown used to being mocked. “I think you’d better leave,” she said stiffly. “Otherwise I’ll have to get the police involved.” “Jack,” said Caro quietly, but there was quiet pleading in her voice. “We can’t let this go. Not after everything that’s happened. We have to sort this out.” “She’s right,” agreed the third man. “And from what I’ve heard… well, I think she might be our way in.” Caro stepped forward, and addressed Margot. “You never quite fitted in at school, did you, Margot? You were even threatened with expulsion.” Margot flushed further, waiting for the laughter from Rory-the-annoying-one at this item of news, but he said nothing, only looked at her intently. “Really?” She grimaced, and nodded. “I s’pose. Yes. But that was when I was a kid and…” “You could be right, Caro,” interrupted the third man, who then turned to the American. “It could be worth it, Jack. We should try.” Jack nodded, and asked Margot, “So, how does this place turn out perfect Chalet School girls?” |
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| Author: | francesn [ 06 Mar 2007, 19:21 ] |
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Why do I think there's a less than innocent explanation for why all CS girls were perfect? Thanks Squeenie |
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| Author: | Chair [ 06 Mar 2007, 20:03 ] |
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Thanks, Liss. I look forward to the reply. |
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| Author: | leahbelle [ 08 Mar 2007, 14:41 ] |
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Thank you, Liss. |
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| Author: | Elle [ 08 Mar 2007, 23:44 ] |
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ooohhhh.... Captain Jack = yummy! |
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| Author: | Liss [ 25 Mar 2007, 13:15 ] |
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Cardiff, the present day It felt a bit voyeuristic, Gwen decided, as she leant against the railing that encircled Owen’s clinical area. Margot – whoever she had been – lay on the table, still frozen in her tube, but from the way Owen was jabbing at the buttons, it was clear she wasn’t going to remain that way for much longer. The tube fell open, and a cloud of vapour escaped. Gwen watched intently, but for all that was aware when someone stepped up beside her. “Amazing what a bit of alien technology can do, isn’t it?” observed Professor Trelawney calmly. “How long have you known – about all this?” asked Gwen, curious. Professor Trelawney shrugged, and smiled at her. “Forty years – best part of. I was in Switzerland, you see, when Margot got involved with Torchwood. I was one of the few who came out of it unscathed.” “Yeah, about that,” said Jack, looming up behind them. “Had a few questions about that. See, Verity, we understood. That made sense – they hadn’t got to her. But you… how did you manage it?” “—don’t feel anything!” Three heads swung round, all confronted with the sight of Margot Maynard, alive and well, looking about her wildly. Switzerland, the late 60s “This doesn’t make any sense,” declared Margot, looking around at the others as they sat in a suite at the Mariahilfe. “You know it does,” urged Rory. “Look here, Margot, surely you must have felt that something was wrong? Have you ever heard of a school where everyone was so damned happy to belong?” “I don’t know! I don’t know any other schools!” “Well, I don’t. It’s ludicrous!” “But… but aliens?” “Think about it,” said Jack suddenly, leaning forward. “How many people have you known – you, personally – who have come to the school, determined to have nothing to do with anyone and anything, and who have within *weeks* decided that it’s the best thing ever created?” “But you don’t…” “How many, Margot?” “I don’t know; I can’t think.” “Try harder. How many?” Margot thought. A few names came to mind, then more, and then more. Even as a small child she had been aware of cases like that; endless cases. She paled. “I don’t know, honestly. Dozens. More, maybe.” “Since before you can remember, huh?” She nodded, reluctantly. “But what does it mean?” “It means,” said the third man, since introduced as Teddy Ransome, resident boffin, to use Rory’s term, “that for years now – since the Chalet School began, probably – there has been an alien influence at work, brainwashing the girls and, from what we can tell, the staff as well.” “The staff especially,” put in Caro. “If ever anyone was subject to alien possession, it’s those women, trust me. And now,” she continued, checking her watch. “I’d better get back. Trust me when I say Matey will have words if I’m late.” “And you don’t want them thinking that you haven’t conformed,” added Teddy. “Be careful, Caro.” She smiled briefly, and then left the room, heading back to the School. “She shouldn’t have come here,” said Teddy as the door closed behind her. “It’s too dangerous, Jack. You know what’ll happen if they find out who she is.” Jack nodded. “You’re right. We’ll figure out another way to communicate with her.” “Look, wait a minute!” Margot looked at the three of them, wondering if they were mad or she was. “No, you look,” cut in Rory, clearly out of what limited patience he possessed. “This is true, Margot. What we’ve said, everything. And you damn well it is because you’re not a fool. You know there’s something wrong with that school, and you’ve probably always known; you just didn’t think about it.” “But…” “Can you honestly tell me it’s normal?” he persisted, and her head dropped as she shook it. “I didn’t think so.” “But why? What’s it all in aid of?” However, there was no answer forthcoming. “Probably domination of Earth,” said Jack, a mite too cheerfully for Margot’s tastes. “That’s usually where this sort of brainwashing is heading.” “They’re taking their time,” pointed out Rory. “How long has this blasted school been going on? Twenty years?” “Thirty,” corrected Margot. “You mean it… since the beginning?” “Probably,” said Jack ruthlessly. “And the time doesn’t mean anything, Rory – they could be on a completely different timescale to what you’re used to.” “What about my family?” Margot’s voice was cold now. Rory and Jack exchanged glances; Teddy looked away altogether. “How involved are they with the school?” asked Jack, his tone surprisingly gentle. “Well…” Margot trailed off, as the truth stared her in the face. “Completely. All of us. Mamma, my sisters – even Papa. Not the boys no – that has to mean something, doesn’t it? They spend most of their time in England!” Jack nodded. “They’re probably OK, then. But as for the others… I’m sorry.” “Well, surely you can do something! You know what’s going on, you must be able to do something!” “Is there anyone else you can trust with this?” Jack demanded. “What?” “Anyone connected with the school, but who isn’t *involved*, exactly,” clarified Rory, and Margot just looked at him in disbelief. “What, round here? Are you joking?” “In to it up to their eyebrows?” Rory asked gloomily. “We thought as much. Damn.” “I’m sorry, I… wait a minute!” “What?” “Aunt Grizel!” “Who’s she?” asked Rory, as Teddy scrambled for the long lists of pupils and ex-pupils Caro had provided. “Grizel Sheppard. She’s an old girl, and she used to be a teacher at the school as well. She’s married to one of the San doctors; they live on the Platz.” The three men eyed her dubiously. “She sounds like precisely the sort of person who would be knee deep in this thing,” pointed out Teddy, abandoning the lists in disgust. Margot just smiled. “Oh, you don’t know Aunt Grizel. She once set fire to one of her pupils!” |
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| Author: | Lesley [ 25 Mar 2007, 15:12 ] |
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Yeah Grizel!
But poor Margot to realise her family are 'in it up to their eyebrows.' Thanks Liss. |
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| Author: | Liz K [ 28 Mar 2007, 14:26 ] |
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Never watched Torchwood myself but this is interesting. |
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| Author: | Emma A [ 20 Jun 2008, 18:28 ] |
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Liss, why is there no more of this? It's fantastic! |
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| Author: | Miss Di [ 03 Jul 2008, 04:01 ] |
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Emma A wrote: Liss, why is there no more of this? It's fantastic!
yeah, what Emma said, it is just Out Standing. |
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