Anji/Harriet

Date: 2008-08-24 03:41 pm (UTC)
"It'll be three thousand for the connectors," Anji said, pushing a piece of paper across the table.

Harriet picked up the paper with a look of deep disgust on her face. "This is a philanthropic organization, Miss Kapoor. We don't have thousands of pounds to throw around on bits of alien space junk. Oh yes, I know it's space junk you've scavenged. I've seen a few aliens in my time."

Anji laughed. "Haven't we all? It's still three thousand, though."

"Special discount for the former Prime Minister?" Harriet sighed as Anji just grinned. "So the position no longer commands respect with our nation's young adults, I see."

"I've met a few Prime Ministers in my time," Anji said, shrugging her shoulders. "And presidents and kings and more than a despotic tyrant or two. Happens when you travel through time and space with a man who, despite all his protestations to the contrary, has a bit of an authority kink."

Harriet frowned. "Quite likes overthrowing duly elected authority as well, I should say."

"Well, you know. He's a hippie. It's a thing. He has to have some flaws. Hey, that's better. Smiling suits you."

"Miss Kapoor," Harriet said again, "I have two thousand with me, and enough to buy you a drink. Will that do?"

"Keep your money," Anji said, with a smile. "I was just winding you up. I'll have a glass of red, though."


*


"Margaret Thatcher," Harriet said, with as much calm dignity as she could muster, "was a groundbreaking but very misguided woman."

Anji sighed. "We'll never see another like her. Pour me another glass."

"You've had four already, Anji," Harriet said, patting the other woman's hand gently.

"You've had five!"

"I hold my liquor well," Harriet said, hiccupping softly.

"You know who could hold her liquor? Good old Maggie. She drank me under the table in Dublin, after she'd got British money back in British hands."

"So, about the new carbon footprint reduction plans," Harriet said loudly. Anji groaned, and signalled for the waiter.


*


"Prime Ministers who can hold their liquor, or not quite, as the case may be," Anji said, licking her lips appreciatively.

Harriet looked up with a start from her position between Anji's legs. "You did not - tell me you didn't - "

"Authority kink," Anji said. "I'd have gone for Tony Blair when we met him, but he's just not my type."

Harriet nodded. "Bit of a weedy looking man, really."

"Now Pitt the Elder – far more handsome than history may have suggested. He – oh, there."


*


"Now listen," Anji said, combing her hair with her fingers as Harriet put on a bathrobe. "The Doctor wanted you to have those connectors, but he also wants you to be careful. He couldn't tell me too much, but he said it would be important in the future. He thinks so, at least."

"Something the Doctor doesn't know? Fancy that."

Anji smiled. "He's not a god. But he has been playing with his timeline a lot lately. And I think he's sorry, even if he's not sure what for yet."

"How - " Harriet started, looking confused. "You've got an earlier one, haven't you. How does he know about what he'll do in the future, then? How does he not stop it from happening?"

"Did you know," Anji said, zipping up her boots, "that we visited an alternate universe with no soft serve ice cream? Socialist to boot, but it was the lack of soft serve that really rankled."

Harriet shook her head and smiled. "How awful. Just tell me you weren't interested in Saxon. I couldn't bear it."

"Not a chance," Anji said, grinning. "I'm not actually evil, you know!"

"Just a bit wrong-headed about economic policy; well, we can live with that." Harriet put a hand on Anji's shoulder. "Do take care, won't you?"

"And you," Anji replied. "That's some serious equipment you're working with; keep yourself safe. Britain might need you again, you know. The world, come to think of it."

"I'll try," Harriet said, and a moment later, she was standing alone in her doorway, watching Anji stride off into the night. At the end of the street, Anji turned, and raised a hand in salute; Harriet raised hers back, and held it in the air until Anji disappeared from sight.


Requests: Fitz/Anji, Eight/Anji, Ace/Hex/Seven
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