(graphic) torchwood

Robot Clone: *Is evil, has murdered people, and is jealous of the man it’s modeled after (and is also in a sexual relationship with said man)*

Jack Harkness: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


 liked your post“Starter Call” AU prompt: 

  • we were both working during the holidays but got snowed in at the office au

By the time Rose finally finished with the project she’d been working on, the clock on her desk read 9:26 PM. She looked away from her computer for the first time in hours, blinking at the empty offices around her. She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes, and gathered her things to leave. It wasn’t unusual for Rose to be so caught up in a project that she left the office late, but this was a new record for her, and it was Christmas Eve.

She shrugged her coat on as she walked toward the elevator, stepping in and hitting the button to go to the ground floor. The Christmas music playing in the elevator was supposed to be seasonably happy, but Rose was so annoyed with herself that she found the noise to be incredibly irritating; by the time she reached the lobby of Torchwood Graphic Design, her already poor mood had plummeted to the point where she was frustrated with the whole world.

This was not helped by the fact that when she distractedly stepped outside, she stepped into more than a foot of snow. Startled by the sudden cold encompassing the one foot she’d stepped out with, she cursed and hopped backwards until she was once more on the tile floor of the lobby. She took off her wet flat and finally took a moment to look out of the massive windows– it looked like she’d unwittingly stayed late on the one night London got a freak blizzard. Excellent. There was no way she’d make it home in this weather!

Thoroughly peeved, she hopped back on the elevator and made her way to the break room on the fifth floor. She figured that she deserved some coffee– hell, she deserved some whiskey, but she’d settle for caffeine right now. 

Stepping off the elevator, she noticed another woman sitting at one of the break room tables. It was a brunette that she vaguely recognized from human resources– her name was Clara, Rose thought, though she wasn’t certain of that. “Hope you weren’t planning on going home tonight,” Rose called to the other woman.

At least she wasn’t snowed in here alone.