The accidential Hacker

Harriet is a struggling painter.. One day she accidentially hacks into someone computer and it turns her whole life upside down


1. Me a hacker


*Harri POV*

I logged onto team viewer and quickly entered the details for my mum's

computer. She'd been having problems (when doesn't she) and this software

allowed me to access her desktop remotely, which saved me a whole lot of

travelling time, not to mention money. As a starving artist, I can't exactly afford

to take the train back to Ventura once a week.

Once I logged on, I noticed that her desktop looked a little different than I

remembered, the icons had changed a bit and there was a new program or two,

but I was just hoping that she hadn't buggered anything up installing them.

You're unable to see the wallpaper using team viewer, so despite the changes, I

had no idea it wasn't her computer.

Once I had the desktop up, I navigated to google, downloaded the webcam chat

program, YouChat, and installed it. She had been badgering me to find her

something 'like facetime but for the PC', apparently she wanted to use it to talk to

her non iPhone using friends, like me (the iPhone is a luxury this starving artist

isn't willing to scrimp for)

I suggested skype, of course, but she had used that once a few years ago and after

a billing problem, had refused to ever use it again. My mother might not know

her hard drive from her headphones, but she sure knew how to be stubborn and

once she disliked something, that was it, she would never even try it again.

YouChat was a free, open source service that didn't offer phone calls to landlines,

only internet webcam chats, so there shouldn't be any billing problems to worry


Once installed, I opened the program and set myself up as her first contact, giving

myself the contact name of Dr Horrible. She wouldn't get the reference but she

was used to me being 'weird', and never let it be said that I disappoint her in that

respect. I gave her the username Captain Hammer, and I knew she'd have the

devil's own time changing that without my help.

With that done, I opened a word document and left it open on the desktop, to let

her know she could start using the software with anyone else who had installed it,

so long as she got their contact details from them. I also included full instructions

for how to set up a contact, how to call them and how to end the call.

Then I logged off Team Viewer and waited for her to text me, asking who Dr

Horrible was.

I didn't hear anything for ten hours, which was odd, then I had a notification pop

up on my screen saying that Captain Hammer was trying to call me. I clicked on

the box, smiling as it opened.

"No need to thank me, it's what good daughters do."

When I saw who was on my screen and my smile faded away. The lighting wasn't

very good but it definitely wasn't my mum. Not even the same gender, in fact.

"Who are you?" I asked

"I could ask you the same thing."

“Except I'm not in your mum's home calling her daughter at nearly midnight, am

I? Are you a burglar or just the newest in her line of dodgy boyfriends?"

"Dodgy boyfriends?" he parroted back at me

"Yes, that's what I said. I really don't care if you're on the dole, with recession and

all that, it can't always be helped, but please tell me you were bright enough to

leave school with a college degree."

"Sorry, darling, no college for me."

"Fantastic," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "At least tell me you aren't on


"Definitely not on parole," he laughed, which irritated me. "I'm hardly old enough to

 have accomplished all that".

"Oh sweet Jesus, she's a cougar." I buried my head in my hands.

"If it helps, I am not a criminal or a drug addict and I do work". He said grinning.

 "Oh so not a total delinquent then ?" I said hopefully.

"Exactly!" I could see his teeth as he grinned. They were very nice teeth, straight,

white and that smile... well, I could see why she'd fallen for him, even if half his

face was in shadow.

"Okay." Maybe this one wasn't such a loser. "So do you have a steady job?”

"I'm not sure it qualifies as steady."

Of course. He was probably some wanna be actor or model and had been that for the last

20 years and would never be anything else.

"Do you at least have a profession?" I asked, teetering between hope that maybe,

although young, this one might be decent, and fear that she had found a younger

version of Terry the Tosser.

"I'm an actor, darling."

My head fell to the desk, and I was only saved from a serious concussion by my

forehead landing on my arms.

"Fantastic," I groaned. "Don't tell me, you are the back end of a donkey in this

year's Cinderella pantomime."

"Are you calling me an ass?" he sounded amused.

"If the shoe fits," I muttered. "Although technically, I called you an ass's ass.'"

"Are you quite all right?" he asked

I raised my head from my arms to see him peering at me, he'd gotten a lot closer

to the screen so I could see even less of him now, and his features were no clearer.

"Fine," I huffed. "Just promise me that whatever you and she get up to, I never

hear about."

"Oh, I don't think that will be a hard promise to keep."

"Good. And if you hurt her, I know a hundred untraceable ways to poison


"That sounds fascinating."

"It's not. Now is my mum there, I'd like to talk to her."

"Well that's the thing, I don't actually know who your mother is."

"The woman who brought you home, probably from a pub, and has been

lavishing food and attention on you ever since."

"Well, the thing is, there is no one like that in my life right now."

"Then why are you on her computer?"

"I'm not."

I checked the name on the window. "You are Captain Hammer, and that is the

username I set my mum up with earlier today."

'Yes, I can see that, and you're Doctor Horrible. You're certainly living up to your

name but unfortunately, this is my computer, not your mother's, and I have no

idea how this program got onto my machine. I thought it was a practical joke.'"

I frowned. "Did you find a word document open on your desktop?"

"Yes. I used the instructions on it to call you."

"But you don't know anyone called Teresa?"

"Nope, I'm afraid not."

"Do you have team viewer installed?" I asked.

'Yes, I have a friend who uses it to fix glitches for me from time to time."

I fumbled about for my slip of paper with Mum's log in details.

"Would you mind opening it, please?" I felt like a right twit for having insulted

him for the past five minutes, so I was being extra nice.

 "Done". he answered

"Is your computer I.D. 1989 and password 133548?" I read out the details I had.

"No, it's 1898. Password 133458."

"Bloody, stupid, shitting dyslexic brain!" I punctuated each insult by hitting my

forehead with the heel of my hand

"Hey, stop that! Your brain is clearly in enough trouble as it is, don't go killing off

more brain cells."

Did he just insult me? I couldn't help the small smile that graced my lips.

"Touché, sir."

"That's Captain, if you dont mind." He grinned at me again. I really wished there

was more light on him, I'd like to see him properly. He sounded nice, and he'd

certainly taken my insults well.

'Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain."

"That's more like it!"

"I'm so sorry about that rant earlier."

"No offence taken, darling. I take it you and your mother have a strained


"That's one way to put it. The other is that she drives me crazy, but I still love


"Isn't that what family is for?"

"Yeah," I agreed with a smile

An uncomfortable silence formed and just as I was about to say goodnight, he

spoke up again

"Do I take it from the usernames that you're a Joss Whedon fan?"

"Pretty much. I don't claim to be a die hard fan or anything, but his writing and

TV shows are all pretty fantastic. I guess you must be too, to know those names."

"You could say that. And I do admire his work." I thought he had this small smirk

on his lips but the light was too poor to see properly

"I hope he gets makes a sequel to Dr Horrible soon. I mean, I love the marvel

movies and everything, but Horrible has a lot of potential and I'd hate to see it go


"I'm sure he'll find the time eventually. I understand that all the songs are already


"Yeah,I've heard that too. And I mean, Marvel is his big break so I can't begrudge

him his success there; he'll have carte blanche to do whatever he wants once his

contract is over."

"That's certainly true. That franchise has given a lot of relative unknowns a bright


"They make good movies," I replied, as if it should be obvious. "Okay, some are

better than others, Thor 2 was a bit mediocre for example, even though I liked the change

 with a better Fandral, but The Avengers and

Guardians of the Galaxy were epic. So was Captain America 2, but I'm not as keen

on that character."

"Oh? Who are your favourites?"

"Iron Man and Loki, and as you might guess I kind of have a soft spot for Fandral,

I thought they should have used him much more."

"Is that right?" He sounded amused

I was on a roll, talking about geeky things and if he was interested, I could chat all

night. "They have the most depth of all the characters, I think, they are most interesting."

"How so?”

"Take Iron man and Loki, as we see them most, hey're both things they shouldn't be," 

I answered. "Tony stark should have wasted his life drinking and partying, with a few 

great ideas thrown in when he wasn't too drunk, but he's suddenly this hero, 

and I can tell he doesn't think he's too heroic either. And as for Loki, he spent 

what? A thousand years being a good guy, fighting alongside Thor, protecting 

Asgard and the other realms, doing nothing more serious than playing some pranks, 

but now he's done a complete 180 and is the biggest bad arse going!"

"Surely that's Thanos, no?"

"If Thanos ever gets his arse into gear and get out of that chair, maybe. Until

then, Loki rules. Okay, not literally because they beat him, but it took six

superheroes to stop one man, that's pretty bad arse.”

He chuckled

"Finally, they both have wicked senses of humour," I continued. "And you have to

love characters that can make you laugh."

"I have to agree with you there. The humour was one of the things I loved most

about Guardians."

"That was a fantastic script," I agreed. "And I might just have a crush on Rocket

if that isn't too creepy.

"Oh, so you don't have a crush on Iron Man, Loki and Fandral then?"

"Of course I do, but crushing on billionaires and gods isn't icky," I laughed.

"Bestiality is definitely not something I wish to explore."

He laughed along with me but then his phone rang

I'm sorry," he said. "I've got to take this, but thank you for an entertaining


"You too." I smiled.

"If you ever feel like geeking out over Marvel again, give me a call."

"Same to you. And I'm really sorry about insulting you earlier."

"Forgiven and forgotten, darling. Goodbye."

"Bye," I answered, just as he closed the window, ending our chat.

My mouse hovered over his contact details in my address list, debating whether

to delete him or not. I mean, I know he said to call again but he was just being

polite, right? People do not message strangers.

Still, after sixty seconds of indecision, I left his contact in my address book and

closed the window.












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