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There’s A First Time For Everything (part1/4)

TITLE:   There’s A First Time For Everything
RATING:  PG-13
WARNING:   mentions of sexual harassment as relates to canon, names of several sex acts but no descriptions thereof
CHARACTERS:  TEAM, mostly Gwen, Tosh & Ianto

GENRE: Humor

DISCLAIMER:  Not mine; Aunty B's and RTD's
WORDS: ~ 5520 (including documents)

PROMPT: Written for tw_unpaired, #30 -  After Jack hires Gwen, he tells Tosh and Ianto to prepare an orientation packet. They take to the task with gleeful abandon. 

 

A/N: A non-canon look at Gwen’s first day at Torchwood. No Suzie and the Team already knows about much of the aliens and their technology that we see later in series one and two. Some events from series one and two are discussed as if they have already occurred.  

 

“Welcome to Torchwood, Miss Cooper,” Ianto said as Gwen entered the Tourist Office. “My name is Ianto Jones and I’ll be conducting your new employee orientation today.”

Gwen smiled. She remembered him from her first meeting with Torchwood. A quiet and polite young man, with just a hint of mischief in his smile.

 

“I’m very pleased to meet you…again,” Gwen replied.

 

Ianto smiled back, not surprised that she wasn’t shy about letting him know that she remembered everything from before they had given her retcon.

 

“We have a lot of information to cover today so if you’ll follow me, we’ll get started.”

 

He pressed something under his desk and she heard a click behind her. A wall slid away revealing the entrance to a long hallway. Minutes later they arrived at the cog door entrance. Gwen breathed a sigh a relief. It was just as she remembered.

 

“Come on, I’ll introduce you around.”  As they walked in Gwen gave a nervous laugh.

 

“Will you be upset if I tell you that I remember everything?”

 

“I’d expect nothing less of you, Miss Cooper. But are you sure you remember everything?”

 

“Big hairy ape thing, weevils are what I think Captain Harkness said they were called. And please call me Gwen.”

 

As they stepped in the Hub something huge swooped over her.  Gwen ducked and covered her head. “Now that I don’t remember.”

 

“That’s Myfanwy, our resident pet.”

 

“It’s a pterodactyl!”

 

“Actually a pteranodon. I think we’ll leave the actual introduction for later.” 

 

“Over here is the medical bay,” Ianto said walking her over toward the railing. As they got close to the area an unpleasant smell hit them.

 

“Looks like our medic, Owen Harper, is up to his elbows in Hoix guts. Perhaps we’ll leave the tour of the medical bay until later as well.”  Owen looked up having heard their voices.

 

“Gwen, I’d like to introduce you to Owen Harper. Owen, this is Gwen Cooper.” Owen looked up giving his best serious doctor face and waved to her. Gwen took a step back from the rail as she realized that Dr. Harper was holding something in that hand that looked suspiciously like intestines.

 

“That’s Doctor Harper, nice to meet you,” Owen said tersely turning back to his dissection.

 

Oh that’s…  Gwen said, covering her face from the stench.

 

“Yes, Doctor Harper certainly knows how to impress the ladies.  I’m afraid the Captain is on his weekly call to the Prime Minister, so we’ll catch up with him later.  If you’ll follow me, we’ll go up to conference room, where another colleague, Dr. Toshiko Sato will be waiting for us.”

 

They climbed up to the conference room and after introductions were made the three sat down around the table.

 

“If you’ll open your orientation package we’ll get started.  Take a few moments to read through the first page and then we’ll answer any questions you have. In the meantime may I get you a coffee? I’m guessing you take skim milk and two sugars, am I right?”

 

“Why, yes you are…that’s extraordinary. How can you tell or did you just follow me around to find out how I take my coffee?” Gwen laughed.

 

“As you will find, Ianto Jones knows everything,” Ianto smirked before leaving the room. Gwen paled.

 

Tosh smiled. Always good to keep the new recruit a little off balance. “Don’t worry; he’s not dangerous, just thorough. Though it is a bit disconcerting to know that he knows everything about your past, what’s in your bank account, probably even your bra size and how often you have sex. But you do understand that as super secret organization we have to make sure you can be trusted.”

 

“Oh, no, that’s OK,” Gwen replied feeling her stomach lurch a bit. She turned her attention to the document in front of her.

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WELCOME TO TORCHWOOD

"Outside the government and beyond the police,

beyond the United Nations”

 

You are privileged to be joining the ranks of an elite force of men, women and the occasional alien dedicated to protecting the Earth from extra-terrestrial invasions, and objects or sentient beings falling through a rift in the space/time continuum.

 

Formed in 1879 during the time of Queen Victoria, the original purpose of Torchwood was defined as protecting the Crown against extraterrestrial threats including the alien known as The Doctor.  This charter was later expanded to include the acquisition of alien technology to enhance the security of Great Britain.

 

During the following years, the Torchwood Institute accumulated much alien technology, reverse-engineering it and applying it to secret military projects within the British army. Within Torchwood an unofficial slogan evolved: "If it's alien, it's ours.”  This strategy didn’t always work out as planned, (see section on Torchwood London).

 

Torchwood’s role has expanded over time; it often works with the Unified Intelligence Task Force or UNIT (formerly under the auspices of the United Nations) in preventing alien incursions.  Torchwood is also assisted by The Doctor from time to time as he is now recognized as a “good” alien.

 

Today, Torchwood Three, located in Cardiff, Wales is the headquarters of the Torchwood Organization. Conveniently located near a major rift in the space-time continuum, Torchwood three still protects the citizens of the United Kingdom. Its role in recent years has expanded to include providing planet-wide protection against extraterrestrials.

 

Torchwood Two, located in Glasgow, Scotland and currently headed by Archie McDougal, functions as an archive of large and generally useless alien technology and other off-world objects that have landed on earth.

 

Torchwood Four disappeared some years ago. If you find its location, please let us know so that we may collect the £10 owed to Captain Harkness from Malcolm Wellbottom for winning the 1921-22 Northern League Rugby championship betting pool. Accusations that Captain Harkness had future knowledge of the win by Wigan are just so much rubbish.  And it’s really bad form to go off and disappear for more than fifty years over losing the annual rugby pool.

 

Torchwood One in London was regrettably destroyed when it attempted to co-opt alien technology for the greater glory of the United Kingdom. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that in addition to the ‘if it's alien, it's ours’ philosophy, Torchwood now has a companion motto: ‘if it’s alien, beware!’ (see ‘The Five Don’ts of Torchwood’ for further information).

 

We hope you have a rewarding and productive career at Torchwood, regardless of how long (or short) that career may be.

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While Gwen finished reading, Ianto passed the coffees out. She was so curious she felt like she was about to explode with questions.

 

“So Torchwood’s been around for over a century? How is it that it’s stayed secret for so long? And a rift in space and time, does that go in both directions? And aliens, are there many aliens in Cardiff? And…”

 

“Those are all good questions, which we’ll answer as we go,” Tosh said surprised by Gwen’s enthusiasm. “We’ll provide you with more information about the history of Torchwood if you’re interested, but to focus on the present, the rift has gone through periods of greater and lesser activity, much like a volcano. For the last twenty years it has become increasingly active making it difficult to keep it a secret.”

 

“Not to mention Captain’s Jack’s decision to put a large logo on our SUV. Nothing helps one to keep a low profile like a large logo,” Ianto quipped. “We believe the rift does go in both directions due to a number of strange disappearances of people over the years of whom no trace was ever found. But we can’t prove that because it’s always possible they met with foul play or ran off on their own.”

 

They moved onto the next pages of the orientation manual.

 

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BENEFITS

 

Torchwood Three offers a complete benefit package.  This includes:

 

No holiday time off.  Aliens tend to be very busy during the holidays, especially Christmas (see Christmas Invasion information stored in archives under “S” for Santa). 

No vacation days.  Working for Torchwood is like a trip to the amusement park. (You get the excitement of the roller coaster, along with the thrills of the fun house, as well as the dizziness of the Merry-Go-Round. Why would you want time-off?) 
No retirement package. (Well technically, there is a pension plan, but no one has lived long enough to collect it).

Life insurance – If you should die in the course of performing your duty for Torchwood, your beneficiary will receive a check in the amount of one million pounds from the Queen’s Exchequer.  (And they say dying young doesn’t pay). 
Disability coverage - In the rare event that you should become disabled, rather than killed outright, Torchwood will administer enough retcon to wipe all memories of your employment with them as well as relocation with or without family to the location of your choice.

Medical Coverage – National Health Service coverage and supplemental Dr. Harper deluxe healing package including the best pain killers ever (they’re out of this world) and advanced methods of surgery and reconstruction. Tattooing available for a modest additional fee.

Free coffee. - Better than all the other benefits combined, employees may have all the coffee they can consume so long as they 1) don’t piss off Archivist Ianto Jones, 2) don’t piss off resident genius Doctor Toshiko Sato and 3) don’t try to feed Myfanwy cheap chocolate. Anyone violating this provision will be served instant decaf for however long the aforementioned archivist and/or genius deem appropriate.

Dry cleaning/clothes replacements – in the event that an alien spits on you, slimes you or otherwise messes up your clothes, Torchwood will reimburse you for reasonable dry-cleaning costs. In the event that an alien spits something caustic on you that eats through your clothes and leaves you exposed, Torchwood will reimburse you for the cost of a comparable replacement. 

Free burial – due to security concerns, any Torchwood employee killed or executed in the course of employment, will have his/her physical remains stored in the Torchwood morgue. A suitable ‘fake’ body will be provided to family members for burial. Torchwood will cover the cost of said burial.

 

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Gwen startled at the first two items. “Oh you’re having one off on me, aren’t you…no vacations or holidays, really.”

 

“Well, we did get off for May Day this year. The rift predictor said there wouldn’t be any activity for a forty-eight hour period. But even then we are always on call. Because aliens don’t seem to observe holiday rules about not working,” Ianto said sadly.

 

Tosh nodded adding, “Christmas seems to be especially busy, thank goodness we’re not in London or we’d never get any time off around the holidays.”

 

Gwen had other questions about the benefits but reckoned they could wait. She was puzzled by all the references to dying young at Torchwood. It couldn’t be that dangerous could it? Well she was in it now, so best just to go along and see what she was told.

 

She was even more shocked by the next two policies. Sexual harassment, why that wasn’t funny at all. To think…

 

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DISCRIMINATION/

       SEXUAL HARASSMENT POLICY

 

All employees shall be subjected to sexual harassment by Captain Jack Harkness without regards to race, color, gender, sexual orientation, age, creed, religion, national origin, disability, veteran’s status, humanoid appearance, or number of tentacles.

 

All complaints of discrimination or sexual harassment will be submitted to Captain Jack Harkness for personal disposition. The Captain will undertake a thorough investigation of such charges including examination of evidence, intensive interrogation and possible reenactment of accusations.

 

If Captain Harkness is unable to establish whether alleged harassment charges are justified, other members of the team may be called upon to evaluate and participate in the investigation.

 

Safe words shall be used in all circumstances.

 

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DRUG FREE WORK PLACE POLICY

 

Illegal use, sale, or manufacture of drug or drug substances on Torchwood property is strictly prohibited without authorization of Captain Jack Harkness.

 

Use of drug or drug substances found in the archives or delivered through the rift is strictly prohibited unless first tested by Captain Jack Harkness and Archivist Ianto Jones.

 

No drug or drug substances shall be used on civilians without express authorization of Captain Jack Harkness or Archivist Jones.

 

Retcon may be formulated and used on civilians to prevent memories of alien attacks as specified in Policy 1774-j2 – Retcon Protocols.

 

Retcon may never be used on friends or relatives to cover up ineptitude or to expiate guilt. Retcon must be used on all friends or relatives who gain knowledge of Torchwood operations whether through unapproved disclosure by a Torchwood operative or through their own discovery.  All exceptions to this rule must be approved by Captain Jack Harkness.

 

Loss of control due to sex-gas released by enemy aliens is exempt from these policies. Retcon may be used to remove memories of such behavior as specified in Policy 1774-j2 – Retcon Protocols, Addendum C – How to handle attacks by alien sex-gas, alien sex-pollen, or sexy aliens.

 

Drinking during non-work hours, is expected and encouraged.  Doctor Owen Harper holds bi-weekly alcohol consumption study groups at Murphy’s Pub from 8 PM to closing. Admission – you buy the first round.

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 Part 2 here: http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/92953.html 

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