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Surviving the Interview Process - Chapter Five

Surviving the Interview Process - Chapter Five
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Toshiko/Kathy
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: Both series up to S2, E3, "To the Last Man"; and minor spoilers for DW S6 E1 and E2, "The Impossible Astronaut" and "Day of the Moon"
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's note: Okay, first of all I'm sorry this didn't get posted earlier, but I have to plead illness for that.  I hate kidney infections and this one was nasty.  But I'm feeling better now, and I should have the final chapter of this posted this weekend, and will start posting the Monster on Monday.

The information about the guns that Torchwood uses comes from the Internet Movie Firearms Database.

I didn't have anyone guess the identities of all of my OC's, but ldycat1170 got four out of five, so I'm declaring her the winner. PM me and let me know what you'd like me to write for you, but it most likely won't be posted until after the CoE monster if that's all right.  Thanks to everyone who tried to guess, and congratulations to the winner!

And a belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!

SummaryPatrick Everett Delaware  thought he might actually be interviewing for what could have been his dream job...if he knew what that job really was.

29 July 2008

After talking to Tish, Patrick felt a bit better.

He still thought he’d made a mistake, and that mistake might very well cost him, but this was who he was. He’d been raised with secrets, and chances were he’d die with them as well, but he would always trust those who had his back until they proved untrustworthy. Perhaps if he’d explained that to Jones, things might have gone better.

Tish didn’t come and re-join him once she as out of her ‘interview’; instead, she went to talk to Eoin Gwynne, and the serious expression on her face made him wonder if someone else had made out her role in events. He wanted to get up and ask, but didn’t.

Tish did catch his eye, and she winked at him, going back to her conversation after casting him a knowing look which told Patrick all he really needed to know.

Reynard was the last in for an interview, and Patrick stretched out his legs in order to get a bit more comfortable on the hard-backed chair. He’d gotten up to get more coffee, but didn’t want to eat more pastry; a caffeine high was bad enough, but on top of a sugar buzz he’d be up and pacing the room and basically being all jittery and freaking out everyone else.

He glanced at his watch, glad to have reset it the moment he’d landed in Wales, and saw that it was nearly lunchtime. He’d only had an apple and a couple of muffins this morning; it was no wonder he was getting hungry for something more solid.   Patrick wondered if the hotel restaurant was any good.

Thinking back on what Tish had told him, Patrick couldn’t help but feel his view of his fellow interviewees change just a bit. They’d all done something heroic in that year that Tish claimed didn’t exist, and they had no idea. Patrick considered how different Agnew might have been if he’d only recalled what he’d accomplished, and what had happened to him. Would he even remember that he’d died? Was that even possible?

No, perhaps it was better that no one had any idea why they were there. Patrick was certainly glad that Tish hadn’t told him what he’d done. He didn’t want to know. Patrick had never thought of himself as someone who did amazing things, but if Tish was to be believed – and he did believe her, she had been so sincere about it – then that was what he’d actually done. Whatever it had been, it had caused his name to be remembered by Torchwood, and that had gotten his resume a second look.

Patrick still had no idea how his resume had gotten to Torchwood, but he was beginning to suspect.

A waving hand grabbed his attention, and he stood, making his way over to Tish and Gwynne. Tish put her hand down as he approached, and she gave him a smile that belied the tiredness in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her, if she’d had to retell her story to Gwynne as well. Who would really want to relive all that terror and pain?

“So,” Gwynne drawled, “I wasn’t the only one to take a shot in the dark, then?”

He sounded cocky, but Patrick could see something he wasn’t sure he wanted to in his expression.   “Glad to know I’m not the only observant one around here,” he replied. “How did you figure it out?”

Gwynne shrugged. “It was the game of one-upmanship on who had the worst boss…which I’ll gladly concede to the lovely lady.” He winked at Tish, who shook her head in exasperation. “Especially after the horror story she just told me.” He lost the insouciant grin that had been decorating his features, and Patrick could understand.

“I’m not sure I like the idea that I’m being interviewed for something that I didn’t do, even though I did,” the Welshman confessed.

“That’s not the only reason for –“ Tish began.

“No, I know,” Gwynne interrupted her. “I mean, there had to be something in my particulars that made me sort of a fit for this job, and I didn’t mark down my glowing personality.” With his serious expression the joke fell pretty flat.

“Did she tell you what you did?” Patrick asked quietly.

Gwynne nodded. “Yeah, and I’m beginning to wish I’d slapped my curiosity down. Mam always said I was like a cat, always sticking my nose in. Up to a few minutes ago, I thought it was a good trait to have.” He sighed. “Do you know what you did?”

Patrick shook his head. “I don’t want to know.”

He gave Patrick a look that was full of sorrow. “Yeah, you were smart not to ask. You don’t really want to know.”

A shiver went up Patrick’s spine, and he swallowed convulsively. If he hadn’t wanted to know before, he certainly didn’t now.

Tish had started to say something, but what that would have been was lost with the muffled sound of tires squealing outside the building. The three of them turned, and Patrick saw an imposing black SUV at the curb, pulled up in front of the van they’d arrived in.   Blue lights flashing along the edges of the windshield and the word “Torchwood” was etched into the front quarter panel.

So much for Torchwood being a secret organisation…but then, SHIELD had those stylised eagles on all of their vehicles, and they were supposed to be secret as well. Patrick had to wonder what drove either one to advertise themselves when they should be doing the exact opposite…

“The worst kept secret in Cardiff,” Gwynne chuckled.

Patrick was going to ask him what he meant by that, but a woman practically jumped from the cab of the SUV, striding toward the building’s door and flinging it open. She was Japanese, dressed in a blouse and jeans and wearing boots with heels that were hardly sensible; Patrick was curious as to how she ran in them. There was a gun holster at her waist, the butt of what looked like some sort of modified Hi-Capa, maybe a 4.3, protruding from the leather. A perfectly serviceable weapon as far as Patrick was concerned, although he could think of a couple of others that would have better range and take-down power.

Every eye in the room was tracking the woman’s progress as she hurried toward the rear of the building. As if appearing out of thin air, Jones met her before she could reach the interview room, and Reynard was hovering behind him, as if she was hoping he wouldn’t notice that she was there.   “Report,” Jones snapped.

The Japanese woman stopped in her tracks. “We were finished up at the site,” she answered, “and we were on our way here when we were attacked by…well, we don’t know what it is, only what it looks like.”

Jones nodded, and together the pair crossed the room toward the door. “What does it look like?”

She shook her head. “You have to see it to believe it.”

Jones reached under his jacket, pulling out his own handgun and checking it as they reached the door. Patrick hadn’t even noticed that he’d been wearing a holster; thus was the power of superior tailoring. He’d learned that lesson from his uncle, who could be armed to the teeth and no one would ever know just by looking at him. In Patrick’s opinion it was the sign of a professional badass.

“What can we do?” Agnew asked. Gone was the smug expression the man habitually wore, replaced by what Patrick personally called ‘soldier’s face’, as if waiting for a superior to give an order. The only thing he wasn’t doing was standing at parade rest.

“Stay here,” Jones said, his eyes hard. “None of you are officially Torchwood, and we’re not about to risk any of you in a possibly dangerous situation. I’ll return shortly and finish things up.”

Agnew looked as if he wanted to argue. Del Rio actually did. “I’m with UNIT, this is my duty –“

“No,” Jones reiterated. “I don’t care who you’re with; this is Cardiff, and you are out of your jurisdiction. Stand down, everyone.” He spun on his heel and followed his teammate out, sliding into the passenger side of the vehicle as she got back behind the wheel. The SUV pulled away from the curb, this time without the accompanying sound of tires being tortured.

Patrick glanced back at Tish, searching for anything in her face that might give away what was going on, but his new friend looked as confused as he was. So, this wasn’t some sort of test…or at least it was one she wasn’t aware of.

“Did you overhear anything?” Agnew asked Reynard.

She shook her head. “No, I didn’t. Jones was asking me questions, and suddenly he was tapping his ear –“

“Some sort of comm system,” del Rio said helpfully.

“– and he was up and out without saying anything,” the Sûreté officer finished as if she hadn’t been interrupted.

“Damn it,” Agnew swore. “We’re each fully competent, or else we wouldn’t be here! I don’t see why we can’t be involved.”

“We have no idea what’s happening,” Colvert pointed out. “And Monsieur Jones is correct…this is out of our jurisdiction.”

“But I’m still Torchwood,” Agnew argued. “The Empire is Torchwood’s jurisdiction! Therefore it’s –“

What Agnew was about to say was derailed by the loud roaring that echoed from outside the office building.

Patrick was outside before he even knew he was moving.

From the sidewalk he couldn’t make out much, only a large something down the block that was making that horrible sound. Almost in unison Agnew, del Rio, Colvert, and Reynard had their weapons drawn, and the four were taking off toward whatever it was coming toward them.

Patrick’s own Glock was in his hand, and he’d taken a couple of steps forward before coming to a halt. Sporadic gunfire came from whatever was going on, and while he was itching to go and join in on what looked to become a gun battle he didn’t have enough information in order to make an informed decision.

He needed more intel.

“You’re not going to join in on the fun?” Gwynne’s sarcastic comment had Patrick re-holstering his weapon and raising a single eyebrow at the investigator. Gwynne shrugged at the silent question. “I don’t have a gun because, silly me, I didn’t think I’d need it for a bloody job interview. I don’t relish getting caught in any form of crossfire, either.”

Smart man.

“Don’t look at me,” Tish held her hands up. “I’m following orders and staying put.”

Patrick nodded. “Barging in isn’t going to help anything.” He tilted his head back, staring up the side of the office building. Then he smiled. “C’mon,” he invited, pulling open the door and going back inside, not doubting that the other two were following him.

He needed to know more before he could even think about acting. Yes, Jones had ordered them to stay away, but the man had also been adamant about needing an operative who could think for themselves.   Sure, Patrick did quite enjoy going in, guns blazing, but there was a time and a place for that sort of thing and he didn’t think this was it.

Many of the people he’d served with had claimed that Patrick was a touch hot-headed, barging in without enough knowledge of the situation to deal with things properly. That was true to an extent, but Patrick also knew that shooting first and asking questions later didn’t usually work. There were certain advantages to surprise, but this wasn’t one of those times.

“Where are we going?” Tish asked plaintively.

“To the roof,” Patrick answered. “Best view in the place.”

Gwynne chuckled. “Let’s hope the lifts are turned on then.”

They were, which was a good thing even though Patrick would have been fine taking the stairs. The building was only five stories, after all, and Patrick was in good shape.

The doors opened and the three of them spilt out onto the fifth floor. The hallway was empty, the carpet under their feet threadbare and needing a clean. There was a faint odour of damp that tickled Patrick’s nose. “We need to find the roof access,” Tish muttered.

“Down the end of the corridor?” Gwynne suggested.

“But which end?” Patrick asked, turning his head left, and then right.

“That way,” Tish said, pointing to the right.

“And how do you know that?” Patrick asked following her direction.

“I don’t, but I have a 50/50 chance of being right.”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it.

Turned out Tish Jones had good instincts. They found the discrete door marked ‘roof access’ at the end of the hallway, but when Patrick tried the knob he found it was locked.

That should not have surprised him the way it did, and he cursed as he took a step back in preparation of kicking it in.

“You gonna play the ‘American cop’ card now?” Gwynne protested.

The question had Patrick relaxing his stance.   “What the hell?” he blurted as he watched the man pull a small pouch from an inner pocket of his suit jacket.

“We don’t need to be damaging private property if we can avoid it.” Gwynne knelt down in front of the door, blocking Patrick’s moves. He took a couple of small metal tools from the pouch, and proceeded to poke them into the keyhole.

“You can pick locks?” Patrick asked, fairly unnecessarily given what he was seeing.

“Learned it from my Dad,” Gwynne answered, his concentration on his task. “He wasn’t exactly a law-abiding citizen.”

“You have got to teach me that!” Tish exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted to learn.”

“You got it, gorgeous.” He winked at her, and then there was a click. Gwynne stood, smirking. He threw the door open with a flourish. “Just use your powers for good, alright?”

Tish laughed. “No guarantees,” she said as she stepped into the room beyond.

Patrick shook his head, following. He found himself in what was obviously some sort of mechanical room, machinery whirring away around them. A set of concrete stairs led upward, and he took them two at a time, passing Tish and making it to the door at the top before anyone else. This door had the standard emergency exit bar on it, and Patrick practically slammed into it, almost tripping on the threshold on his way through.

Wind hit him in the face as he found himself on a tar and gravel flat roof, the weak Cardiff sunlight dazzling him for just a second as he held the door open for his companions. There was an attached doorstop at the bottom of the metal door, and he kicked that down so they wouldn’t get locked out. He could make out the faint sounds of gunfire and Patrick ran toward the side of the roof they were coming from, leaning over the ledge in order to get a better view of what was going on below.

And he gasped at what he saw.

“Bloody hell,” Gwynne gasped from beside him, “the rumours were true.”

Patrick wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he was too busy being in awe of what was on the ground below them.

It was a dragon.

“Oh my God,” he couldn’t help but whisper.

The dragon had green scales, about the same colour as his mother’s favourite emerald ring. It was huge, if Patrick had to guess it was about twenty-five feet long, not counting the whipping tail that was a dangerous weapon on its own. A large head on a long neck twisted this way and that, angry-looking cat-like eyes watching the dodging team as they tried to herd it, the guns they were using seemingly having no effect; Patrick thought he could hear the faint sounds of bullets ricocheting off the creature’s scales.

It was a magnificent beast.

It was closer now than it had been from the ground, less than a block away from the building. Patrick watched as the people darting around the dragon tried to contain it, but the creature was far too large and too powerful for them to gain control of it.

Giant green wings mantled, sounding like leather sheets snapping in the wind, and Patrick heard an unmistakable hiss as the dragon bared its sharp teeth.

“Why doesn’t it fly away?” Gwynne asked. He sounded upset, and Patrick turned to regard him, wondering the same thing. The Welshman looked almost angry as he watched what was going on below. “There have been stories for years that a dragon was living in Cardiff…we even had an American television film crew for a bit trying to search for it, although they never found anything.”

“What will happen to it if Torchwood captures it?” Patrick asked.   Something that wonderful shouldn’t be destroyed, he suddenly thought. It should be free, and alive.

The dragon seemed to call to him in a way Patrick couldn’t put his finger on. Perhaps it was the wildness of the creature, or the simple mysticism it represented, but he just couldn’t deal with the idea of it being a prisoner, or killed outright.

“They won’t kill him,” Tish assured him. “They only kill what’s a danger to innocent people. They’ll try to capture him first, try to work out his intentions, and then maybe find a place where he can be safe.”

Patrick wondered vaguely why Tish was referring to the dragon as ‘he’, but put it from his mind. “They’re only gonna piss it off more if they keep shooting at it.”

“We can’t let it be hurt,” Gwynne vowed. “It’s just a creature and it’s acting out of fear.”

Patrick tended to agree with him, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he did. “We need to find a way to subdue it,” he declared. “It needs to be protected.”

“What should we do?” Tish asked.

Patrick leaned farther over the edge of the roof. He looked at the dragon…then at the alley that ran beside the building…and then back at the dragon once more. “Well, if bullets aren’t working, then maybe we should try the proverbial blunt object?”

The bare bones of a plan began to form in his head, and Patrick couldn’t help but grin.


After everything was said and done, Patrick and his two new friends made their way down from the roof, only to be stopped in the foyer by a tall man in a military greatcoat and a jawline that most actors would be jealous of and would pay good money to have. He was standing just inside the foyer, the Japanese woman and another man taking up position just behind him and the other four interviewees grouped off to the side.

Patrick wondered where Jones was, and was worried about the man, but before he could ask the greatcoat-wearing man seemingly in charge barked, “Whose brilliant idea was it to take out a rampaging dragon with a desk chair, a coffee urn, and a fire extinguisher?”

Chapter Six


If I wasn't aware that Ianto would survive, I'd be worried...as it is, that was an impressive way to see the applicants 'in action'

great update :)
Yeah, getting a knock on the head with a flying coffee urn is nothing to our big, bad dragon. *grins*

Argh, you leave it there?

At least Patrick and Gwynne are actually thinking and not charging in blind.
Of course! It's way I get people to come back! *laughs*

Nope, some of them have some sense. :)
what a way to test their reactions?
Exactly! :)
Please get well soon. Love your dragon-verse stories and this one is great. Thank you for all your hard work.
Thanks! Feeling better now, and am back to writing. I'm so glad you're enjoying my universe. :)
I doubt Ianto's going to be happy with the four that ignored his explicit instructions not to get involved. I'm thinking this was another test to see how well they would follow orders in an unexpected, and possibly very dangerous situation. It looks to me like over half of them failed the test. Tish may not have been in on it from the beginning, but I think she caught on pretty quickly.

I loved Jack showing up at the end. He'd have to be impressed with the fact that Patrick and Gwynne were the only ones worried about the dragon getting hurt. I'm sure his question was aimed at Patrick, so I'm dying to know exactly how he, Tish and Gwynne used those three things to stop the dragon. It would of course appreciate the people who were NOT shooting at his Ianto.
Oh heck no. And yes, it's to test them. Guess who failed? *grins*

Jack knows that bullets are dangerous but Ianto's scales are good enough against them. But yes, he wouldn't be very happy at all.

Thanks! :)
Uh Oh Spagettio! I think a lesser man than Patrick might have an accident when faced with an imposing figure like the Captain. That said. Good thinking with the "desk chair, a coffee urn and a fire extinguisher" - some excellent lateral thinking. Should be fun to see where this is going. :)
Patrick as a very well trained bladder. *laughs*

Let's just say the team gets a lot of mileage out of the fact that someone was able to take Ianto down with a homemade rocket. LOL!
Now I really want to know what they did with the desk chair, coffee urn and the fire extinguisher - great up date, but need more!!!!!
Thanks! Next chapter... :)
"Whose brilliant idea was it to take out a rampaging dragon with a desk chair, a coffee urn, and a fire extinguisher?”

The fire extinguisher idea and coffee urn sound like they were used together to shut the dragon fire down; the desk chair probably got tossed for good measure but I hope that was Ianto's coffee the dragon got. And I hope Patrick was the owner of that idea!
Oh, it was Patrick's but he had help... *grins*
OOOh a test!!!! I just hope Ianto will not have a splitting headache after this...
No headache, but Jack will have some fun cleaning the coffee off all those scales.. *grins*
Wonderful update!
Thanks! :)
Spoiler alert, I think they passed the interview! ;D
Yep, you could be right... *grins*
Oh I am loving this!

Can't wait to find out what they were trying to do, and how they're going to react once they find out ... And badass!Tosh and badass!Ianto both make me very happy indeed!
I love the image of Tosh kicking arse and taking names in high heels. Because she's totally badass that way.

Thanks! :)
LMAO!! omg a desk chair, a coffee urn, and a fire extinguisher?. Ianto is definately not going to be a happy dragon, but i bet Jack is laughing his arse off inside. Loving this and so glad Jack turned up hehe

Oh Jack very much enjoyed it! *grins*
How to train your dragon! Wonder if they watched the film. Off to next chapter.

Edited at 2014-01-06 07:07 pm (UTC)
LOL! I didn't even think of that...
LOL! So Tish is not in the game.
from the time Ianto appears in dragon - I can not believe that there is another - this means that this is a test.
and only Patrick Gwynne and have not failed the test!
Yep, it was a test. And we get a coffee covered dragon out of it. :)