Title: Lt. Jill (1/?)
Author:
Parings: None really
Characters: Captian Jack Harkness, OFC
Rating: PG (for a little violence)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. The plot bunnies made me do it. If you want to borrow her for a fic then comment and I’ll give you a little more run down of her character.
Jack was walking back to the Hub when he heard an engine, a very distinctive engine. It was a engine he hadn’t heard in a long time. No not that engine. No this was the engine of a 1969 Dodge Charger. And it would be painted black. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
A smile rose to Jack’s face as the black 1969 Dodge Charger pulled up beside him. He stopped as young woman got out. “Hey, bro. The Director’s been looking for you.”
At that time a guy in a dirty hoodie from the other side of the street approached her. Jack had an idea was he was up to and figured he’d watch the show. “Hey.” He shifted his eyes behind her to the guy in the hoodie to give her the slightest of warnings.
“Give me your keys!” Hoodie-man said pulling a knife on the young woman. She turned her eyes glittering.
“You want these keys?” She asked holding them out in front of her and then dropped them. Her left hand came up blocking the knife. Her right cross punched the guy in the face. He fell like a tree, but somehow still gripped the knife. Her left boot stepped on the knife hand causing him to release it. Jack kicked it out of the way lest the irate female decide to use it on the unfortunate would be thief that she was currently kicking in the face. Jack heard the sirens in the background approaching.
“Enough. They don’t react well here to excessive violence and you can’t go flashing the agency badge just yet.” The slender woman stopped kicking the downed man.
The police officers pulled up blocking in the Charger. The woman smoothed down her clothing. “I can get out of this without an agency badge. I am a Southern Belle after all.”
Jack thought it was all amusing to watch her bat her eyelashes and charm the police officers who responded. She had to explain the boot print on the would-be thief’s face, but she just batted her eyelashes and added a little more Southern drawl to her American accent. In the end they did not even take her into the police station, but let her leave from the scene.
“Did you have fun?” Jack asked as they were walking away from the scene.
“Are you kidding? That’s the most fun I’ve had in years. The Director’s had me in the most boring post.”
The door at the docks opened and Jack ushered her inside and down the elevator. At the main section, she stopped and stared around. Owen noticed the woman and approached her with his hand extended and a cheeky grin on his face, “Doctor Owen Harper.”
She extended her hand while checking him out, “Lieutenant Jill…”
“Harkness,” Jack interrupted. “Owen, Meet my baby sister.”
Owen’s jaw dropped to the floor.