Boffle fic. Tony/Control. "Twiddle"

[sydni_64]

Title: Twiddle
Author: Sydni_6.4
Fandom: Boffle
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Control looks forward to meeting the new hire, Tony Murchison.
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I mean no harm to the copyright holders.
Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge. Prompt #006: "Hours."

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Control often reflected that his job might be a good bit easier, if it weren't for keeping track of all the time changes. For instance, if he wanted to tell the operatives in Buenos Aires to surveil a secret meeting of some dashed unpleasant escaped war criminals and get the report back to him by 5:30, he had to remember that 5:30 p.m. Buenos Aires time was actually 6:30 p.m. London time, and he'd be twiddling his thumbs for an entire hour, waiting for the call.

Twenty minutes of thumb-twiddling had him well convinced that said activity's time-killing qualities were vastly overrated, perhaps by those who didn't spend most of their days sitting behind a desk as it was. It was Mrs. Control who had first pointed out that Control seemed to be growing rather more ample about the midsection. Never so, in his younger days. Back then he'd been quite the crack agent, getting out into the field and taking the calls from desk-bound administrators to personally apprehend this or that threat to national security. His style had been unique with respect to that of his colleagues: he never understood why they found it so difficult to be polite, even in as trying a circumstance as the arrest of a Soviet spy. But then, the others hadn't quite the physical strength he did: perhaps they had to rely on sharp tongues to accomplish what patience and prowess, for them, could not.

He'd been so effective out there that when the old head of MI5 retired, someone got the idea into his head that Control should be brought in here, sat behind a desk in central command of the British Secret Service. The raise and promotion meant that he and Mrs. Control could afford to buy a beautiful house, and lovely things to put inside it. He was also much further out of harm's way, which pleased Mrs. Control no end. And he was allowed to make his own hires, now. Control smiled. Having read Tony Murchison's personnel file several times now (he thought he was on his eighth read, but he wasn't exactly certain) he felt that here was a man he might have something in common with. He'd finally be able to talk freely and easily with someone, not worrying about whether his penchant for manners and decorum made him seem out of place among his colleagues. The work was interesting and important, but not always so challenging as he might have liked. He often found himself with time to kill, and the next time he had an hour free, he'd be able to call Murchison in and have a lovely, open conversation with him. He smiled as his gaze strayed to Murchison's identification photograph.

The phone rang, and Control picked it up.

"Why, good evening, Philip; it is so very nice to hear from you. I trust that you are well and not too vexed?"

Comments

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Bwah! That's adorable. Wonderful Control voice. ;)

Oh, and you get bonus points for placing Control and Tony in reality - mentioning the politeness and so on.