Guilt - 33/70ish
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: What has become of Ianto?
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-Three
Jack had just turned on his heel, ready to head back out to the garage and the SUV, when a voice from behind him stopped him in his tracks.
“Yes, sir?”
The team turned as one to see Ianto entering the main Hub floor from the corridor that lead to Lisa’s room. On the surface, his manner appeared just as mild and polite as it usually was, but if you looked a little closer the slightly harder set of his eyes and jaw became obvious.
Ianto was not pleased with them.
Picking up on Ianto’s displeasure, Jack wrought his brain for the best way to apologise.
“Look, Ianto, I’m sorry, we’re sorry, but we’re just not used to having you out in the field, and…”
Ianto cut him off. “Nothing to apologise for, sir.” His tone was a little clipped, in comparison to his usual voice. “Although it’s a good thing I learned the Cardiff bus routes off by heart when I was younger - and that they haven’t changed much since.”
Jack wanted to say something, try to apologise again, but he sensed that Ianto wasn’t exactly in the most receptive mood and stayed silent.
“Anyway, was there something you called me for or can I go?”
“You couldn’t do us a cup of coffee, could you?” Owen chanced his luck, receiving a hard glance from Tosh behind Jack’s back.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Ianto replied, his voice now the epitome of ‘mild mannered butler’, “but I appear to have left my coffee-making skills at the bus stop. I’ll be sure to let you know when they arrive.” With a slight tilt of his head, completing the image, he spun around and disappeared the way he had come.
Owen sighed. “Thought as much.”
By 8pm, they were beginning to feel the caffeine withdrawal. Jack, Tosh and even Owen had all gone to take a closer look at the coffee machine, just in case Ianto had done something that made operation simple. None of them had dared actually touch it, though, just in case.
Tosh had searched Cardiff and the entire surrounding area for the energy pattern, but it wasn’t showing up anywhere. The possibility that it had been snatched back by the Rift had been posited, but was quickly dismissed as highly unlikely - as far as they knew, the Rift just didn’t work like that.
By 9.30, they had been reduced to shooting apologetic begging looks at Ianto every time he passed through the Hub to collect or deposit something. Unfortunately for them, Ianto remained immune.
However, no matter how annoyed at the team he was, or how willing he was to deprive them of good coffee (if they really just needed the caffeine he knew there was a jar of instant kicking around), he wasn’t going to stop helping them on the case if he could.
Hence why a folder found its way onto Tosh’s desk just before 11pm, when even a scan of as much of Wales as the equipment could reach was showing nothing.
“What’s this?” Tosh asked, picking it up and spinning on her chair to face Ianto.
“Lisa’s asleep for the night, so I’ve been sorting out a couple of those filing cabinets in the archives. The cover sheet for this one mentioned sporadically disappearing energy patterns, so I thought it might be relevant.”
Tosh flicked through a few pages, looking thoughtful. “It just might be, thanks Ianto.” A few more pages were skimmed. “It mentions an alien race, but although it’s not the same one, it might be related…” She caught Ianto’s arm, stopping him from slinking off back to the archives. “Jack!”
Jack stuck his head out of his office, looking, unusually, a little frazzled. “Yes?”
“Ianto found something in the archives that could be useful, but I don’t recognise the species mentioned. If it’s too different then the information might not really apply.”
Jack came over and took the file, reading a page or two. “No, I think we might actually be in luck. From what I remember, this species is actually from the same solar system as the Bleqaxi, so there’s a good chance this will be right on the money.” He gave Ianto a grin. “Great work there, Ianto, really.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ianto replied, “but I still can’t make you a cup of coffee.”
He backed away and headed towards the archives again, barely escaping Jack’s full-on pout.
Chapter Thirty-Four
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: What has become of Ianto?
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-Three
Jack had just turned on his heel, ready to head back out to the garage and the SUV, when a voice from behind him stopped him in his tracks.
“Yes, sir?”
The team turned as one to see Ianto entering the main Hub floor from the corridor that lead to Lisa’s room. On the surface, his manner appeared just as mild and polite as it usually was, but if you looked a little closer the slightly harder set of his eyes and jaw became obvious.
Ianto was not pleased with them.
Picking up on Ianto’s displeasure, Jack wrought his brain for the best way to apologise.
“Look, Ianto, I’m sorry, we’re sorry, but we’re just not used to having you out in the field, and…”
Ianto cut him off. “Nothing to apologise for, sir.” His tone was a little clipped, in comparison to his usual voice. “Although it’s a good thing I learned the Cardiff bus routes off by heart when I was younger - and that they haven’t changed much since.”
Jack wanted to say something, try to apologise again, but he sensed that Ianto wasn’t exactly in the most receptive mood and stayed silent.
“Anyway, was there something you called me for or can I go?”
“You couldn’t do us a cup of coffee, could you?” Owen chanced his luck, receiving a hard glance from Tosh behind Jack’s back.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Ianto replied, his voice now the epitome of ‘mild mannered butler’, “but I appear to have left my coffee-making skills at the bus stop. I’ll be sure to let you know when they arrive.” With a slight tilt of his head, completing the image, he spun around and disappeared the way he had come.
Owen sighed. “Thought as much.”
By 8pm, they were beginning to feel the caffeine withdrawal. Jack, Tosh and even Owen had all gone to take a closer look at the coffee machine, just in case Ianto had done something that made operation simple. None of them had dared actually touch it, though, just in case.
Tosh had searched Cardiff and the entire surrounding area for the energy pattern, but it wasn’t showing up anywhere. The possibility that it had been snatched back by the Rift had been posited, but was quickly dismissed as highly unlikely - as far as they knew, the Rift just didn’t work like that.
By 9.30, they had been reduced to shooting apologetic begging looks at Ianto every time he passed through the Hub to collect or deposit something. Unfortunately for them, Ianto remained immune.
However, no matter how annoyed at the team he was, or how willing he was to deprive them of good coffee (if they really just needed the caffeine he knew there was a jar of instant kicking around), he wasn’t going to stop helping them on the case if he could.
Hence why a folder found its way onto Tosh’s desk just before 11pm, when even a scan of as much of Wales as the equipment could reach was showing nothing.
“What’s this?” Tosh asked, picking it up and spinning on her chair to face Ianto.
“Lisa’s asleep for the night, so I’ve been sorting out a couple of those filing cabinets in the archives. The cover sheet for this one mentioned sporadically disappearing energy patterns, so I thought it might be relevant.”
Tosh flicked through a few pages, looking thoughtful. “It just might be, thanks Ianto.” A few more pages were skimmed. “It mentions an alien race, but although it’s not the same one, it might be related…” She caught Ianto’s arm, stopping him from slinking off back to the archives. “Jack!”
Jack stuck his head out of his office, looking, unusually, a little frazzled. “Yes?”
“Ianto found something in the archives that could be useful, but I don’t recognise the species mentioned. If it’s too different then the information might not really apply.”
Jack came over and took the file, reading a page or two. “No, I think we might actually be in luck. From what I remember, this species is actually from the same solar system as the Bleqaxi, so there’s a good chance this will be right on the money.” He gave Ianto a grin. “Great work there, Ianto, really.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ianto replied, “but I still can’t make you a cup of coffee.”
He backed away and headed towards the archives again, barely escaping Jack’s full-on pout.
Chapter Thirty-Four
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)