Story: Jo Grant, Assassin for Hire
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1,222
Author's Summary: A girl’s got to keep herself in platform boots and plastic daffodils, after all.
Characters/Pairings: Jo Grant, Third Doctor, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
Recced because: I'm genuinely shocked this hasn't been recced yet, but all that means is that I get the pleasure of doing so myself. Jo often doesn't get enough credit as a companion; she's perceived as "the ditzy one," and sure, she can be a bit flighty, but what if that's just a characteristic masking a far darker talent? After all, no one said assassins for hire had to be dour, serious folks; they could just as easily cheerfully stab someone with a knitting needle or feed someone some festively decorated poison cakes. And thus Jo acquires a new backstory I'm perfectly willing to believe is true, although I suppose your mileage may vary there.
“So,” said Jo, with a heavy frown, “you don’t want to me to kill evil megalomaniac aliens when they’re threatening to take over the world and hurt the Doctor?”
The Brigadier considered how to answer. “Well, Miss Grant, your methods are somewhat unorthodox.”
“But they do work, sir, and while I don’t mean to be rude, I can’t help but notice that bullets don’t seem to, not very often.”
“Somewhat unorthodox,” repeated the Brigadier with a stern cough. “However, I don’t have a problem with you taking out alien threats in those circumstances. Let’s just —”
“Try not to let the Doctor see?”