Guilt - 30/70ish
Title: Guilt
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure. Begins pre-S1.
Summary: Have they really managed to find the only people in Cardiff who have never heard of Torchwood? - with special surprise guest!
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Thirty
Jack pulled the SUV up behind a police car and they all clambered out. The Cardiff police hadn’t classified this as a crime scene, so there was no tape up and they walked straight for the large warehouse.
Two young policemen exited the building as they approached.
“Oi! Where do you think you lot are going?”
Jack stopped, the rest of them behind him, and simply directed a look at the two men, a look that clearly said ‘I have the power here, stay out of my way.’
Aloud, he spoke only one word. “Torchwood.”
The pair of coppers looked at each other, mystified. “And what’s Torchwood when it’s at home, then?”
“It means we go where we like, we do what we like, and you have no power to stop us,” smirked Jack, taking the first step to stride straight past them.
“But…” The uniformed men were left spluttering as the rest of Torchwood followed him.
“Sorry, but that’s just the way it is,” Tosh murmured to them as she passed.
When they swept through the main door, the two men inside were still sitting in what looked like it was supposed to be some sort of office or reception area, looking somewhat shaken.
They couldn’t have looked more different if they’d tried. The younger of the two, who judging by his fluorescent safety jacket worked in the warehouse, was wiry, with a shock of blond hair. The other was a dark stocky man, wearing a jacket bearing a logo that wasn’t quite recognisable at this distance.
Neither was paying much attention to their surroundings, so the Torchwood team went unnoticed until they were standing right next to them. This close, the logo on the older man’s jacket was easy to identify as that of a local haulage firm, Kyffin Transport.
Which explained the large van that had been parked outside.
Finally, the men looked up, looking confusedly at the five people assembled in front of them.
“Um…” The younger man appeared to be searching his mind for anything sensible to say.
Jack spoke before he could find anything. “We’re here to talk to you about your odd sighting.”
“We’ve already spoken to the police,” the stocky man told them.
Jack gave them a grin that could be interpreted as either charming or dangerous, depending on your mindset. “We’re not the police.”
“Who the bloody hell are you then?”
“Torchwood.”
Once again, the word drew blank looks. Ianto was quietly amazed that they’d somehow found four people who hadn’t even heard the name; Torchwood Cardiff wasn’t exactly the most subtle of covert operations (not that London had truly been much better).
“We investigate the things the police just wouldn’t know how to handle. Specifically aliens.”
Despite the shocks they had experienced that day - or perhaps because of them - both men burst out laughing at this.
“Aliens?” the older one scoffed. “In Cardiff? You’re mad, you are, the lot of you.”
“I assure you it’s the truth, and considering what you’ve seen today, are you really so sure about the non-existence of aliens?”
“Aliens existing isn’t a problem,” the man replied. “But in Cardiff? Really?”
Jack sighed, he was going to have to give him the usual spiel. He was going to have to find another way of explaining this soon, as he was beginning to get bored with this speech. “There’s a rift in time and space that runs right through the middle of Cardiff. Aliens come through it. We catch them.”
“Okay,” said the young warehouse employee, shaking his head, “supposing all of this is true, which I have my doubts about, what do you want from us?”
“We’ll need to have a look around, and to talk to each of you. If this really is something that came through the rift, we want as much information on it as possible before we go after it.” Jack’s tone brooked no disagreements, and both men nodded obediently.
Jack turned back to the team, and started giving out instructions. “Right, Suzie, take the scanner and have a look around. Tosh, Owen, talk to blondie here…”
“Evan,” the man in question piped up. “Evan Griffyths.”
“Right, you two talk to Evan, and Ianto and I will talk to…?” He looked expectantly at the remaining man.
“Rhys Williams,” he supplied.
Jack nodded once, and everyone went to start their task, leaving Ianto with Jack and their witness, Rhys.
Chapter Thirty-One
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure. Begins pre-S1.
Summary: Have they really managed to find the only people in Cardiff who have never heard of Torchwood? - with special surprise guest!
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Thirty
Jack pulled the SUV up behind a police car and they all clambered out. The Cardiff police hadn’t classified this as a crime scene, so there was no tape up and they walked straight for the large warehouse.
Two young policemen exited the building as they approached.
“Oi! Where do you think you lot are going?”
Jack stopped, the rest of them behind him, and simply directed a look at the two men, a look that clearly said ‘I have the power here, stay out of my way.’
Aloud, he spoke only one word. “Torchwood.”
The pair of coppers looked at each other, mystified. “And what’s Torchwood when it’s at home, then?”
“It means we go where we like, we do what we like, and you have no power to stop us,” smirked Jack, taking the first step to stride straight past them.
“But…” The uniformed men were left spluttering as the rest of Torchwood followed him.
“Sorry, but that’s just the way it is,” Tosh murmured to them as she passed.
When they swept through the main door, the two men inside were still sitting in what looked like it was supposed to be some sort of office or reception area, looking somewhat shaken.
They couldn’t have looked more different if they’d tried. The younger of the two, who judging by his fluorescent safety jacket worked in the warehouse, was wiry, with a shock of blond hair. The other was a dark stocky man, wearing a jacket bearing a logo that wasn’t quite recognisable at this distance.
Neither was paying much attention to their surroundings, so the Torchwood team went unnoticed until they were standing right next to them. This close, the logo on the older man’s jacket was easy to identify as that of a local haulage firm, Kyffin Transport.
Which explained the large van that had been parked outside.
Finally, the men looked up, looking confusedly at the five people assembled in front of them.
“Um…” The younger man appeared to be searching his mind for anything sensible to say.
Jack spoke before he could find anything. “We’re here to talk to you about your odd sighting.”
“We’ve already spoken to the police,” the stocky man told them.
Jack gave them a grin that could be interpreted as either charming or dangerous, depending on your mindset. “We’re not the police.”
“Who the bloody hell are you then?”
“Torchwood.”
Once again, the word drew blank looks. Ianto was quietly amazed that they’d somehow found four people who hadn’t even heard the name; Torchwood Cardiff wasn’t exactly the most subtle of covert operations (not that London had truly been much better).
“We investigate the things the police just wouldn’t know how to handle. Specifically aliens.”
Despite the shocks they had experienced that day - or perhaps because of them - both men burst out laughing at this.
“Aliens?” the older one scoffed. “In Cardiff? You’re mad, you are, the lot of you.”
“I assure you it’s the truth, and considering what you’ve seen today, are you really so sure about the non-existence of aliens?”
“Aliens existing isn’t a problem,” the man replied. “But in Cardiff? Really?”
Jack sighed, he was going to have to give him the usual spiel. He was going to have to find another way of explaining this soon, as he was beginning to get bored with this speech. “There’s a rift in time and space that runs right through the middle of Cardiff. Aliens come through it. We catch them.”
“Okay,” said the young warehouse employee, shaking his head, “supposing all of this is true, which I have my doubts about, what do you want from us?”
“We’ll need to have a look around, and to talk to each of you. If this really is something that came through the rift, we want as much information on it as possible before we go after it.” Jack’s tone brooked no disagreements, and both men nodded obediently.
Jack turned back to the team, and started giving out instructions. “Right, Suzie, take the scanner and have a look around. Tosh, Owen, talk to blondie here…”
“Evan,” the man in question piped up. “Evan Griffyths.”
“Right, you two talk to Evan, and Ianto and I will talk to…?” He looked expectantly at the remaining man.
“Rhys Williams,” he supplied.
Jack nodded once, and everyone went to start their task, leaving Ianto with Jack and their witness, Rhys.
Chapter Thirty-One
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)