Turning Point - 6/64
Title: Turning Point
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: budding Jack/Ianto, references to past Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lisa's death, Ianto is struggling to cope - and new surprises don't help matters much. Can his friends on the team at Torchwood help him carry on?
Author's Note: Sequel to Guilt.
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Author's Note 2: There are only a few days left to bid on the current auctions for help_haiti so bid now and support a good cause! (My thread is here)
Chapter Six
Jack pulled the glove off and shivered. While nothing had actually happened, he’d felt the faintest whisper of… something in the back of his mind, and it sent a cold, wrong feeling up the back of his spine.
He held it out at arm’s length, waiting for someone to take it from him.
Ianto was the only one of them who had yet to try it, but when the rest of the team looked at him, he simply shook his head. “I can’t,” he said shortly.
None of them pushed the matter. They all knew exactly why it might just be too much, too soon for Ianto.
“So none of you really felt anything?” Suzie asked, a little bit of disappointment in her voice.
They all shook their heads. Neither Tosh nor Owen had even felt the vague tingling that Jack had - Jack wasn’t sure what that meant, if anything.
“Damn,” Suzie muttered. “Maybe he really has just been gone for too long. Or maybe it only works when there’s something else involved. What notes there were on it from before indicated that it had been found with several other items. Maybe one of those is the key?”
“Do you remember any details about any of them?” Jack asked her. “Maybe we can find them and see.”
She shook her head. “They had consecutive item numbers around that of the glove though, if that helps.”
“I… I think I remember what shelf the glove was on,” Ianto interjected quietly. “I wasn’t cataloguing things properly when we found it, but I think I remember. And it’s a fairly good bet that everything found together would probably have been dumped in the archives together. It’s not like there was any sort of real organisation going on there.”
Jack allowed himself a small, wry smile. It was a good sign, he was sure, that Ianto had renewed his disdainful comments about the archiving habits of both Jack’s team and their predecessors. He nodded. “Can’t hurt to look.”
Just as Ianto had asserted, it didn’t take him all that long to locate the shelf where he’d originally found the glove. When they’d gone through that section of the archives, he had simply looked at the items and either set them aside for further investigation or replaced them on the shelf just where they had been before.
There was quite a collection of mismatched items on the shelf where the glove had been stored. After checking each one for a label and discovering that yes, they did in fact have the archive item numbers around that of the glove, Ianto collected them into a box and took them up to the Hub.
“Don’t know if any of them will be useful, but this is what I could find,” he announced solemnly as he placed the box on Suzie’s workstation.
Suzie looked up briefly from her examination of yet another set of results about the mysterious glove and thanked him.
Leaving her to it, he climbed the steps to Tosh and Owen’s desks. Jack was leaning against Tosh’s desk, discussing something displayed on her screen with her.
“Has anything come up that you need my help with?” Ianto asked the three of them. “Or should I head down into the archives and start looking at historical data for the Weevil project?”
Three heads lifted in unison and turned to fix him with pleading looks. “No, nothing’s come up, but…” Jack started.
Ianto sighed slightly, interrupting, “After I’ve fixed another pot of coffee, of course.”
Jack’s answering grin nearly blinded him and, if he didn’t know better, he would have been worried that Owen was going to try to hug him.
He turned away and headed towards the area he’d claimed as his own around the coffee machine, muttering under his breath about the caffeine monsters he seemed to have created out of his co-workers.
Chapter Seven
Comments and concrit are loved!
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: budding Jack/Ianto, references to past Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lisa's death, Ianto is struggling to cope - and new surprises don't help matters much. Can his friends on the team at Torchwood help him carry on?
Author's Note: Sequel to Guilt.
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Author's Note 2: There are only a few days left to bid on the current auctions for help_haiti so bid now and support a good cause! (My thread is here)
Chapter Six
Jack pulled the glove off and shivered. While nothing had actually happened, he’d felt the faintest whisper of… something in the back of his mind, and it sent a cold, wrong feeling up the back of his spine.
He held it out at arm’s length, waiting for someone to take it from him.
Ianto was the only one of them who had yet to try it, but when the rest of the team looked at him, he simply shook his head. “I can’t,” he said shortly.
None of them pushed the matter. They all knew exactly why it might just be too much, too soon for Ianto.
“So none of you really felt anything?” Suzie asked, a little bit of disappointment in her voice.
They all shook their heads. Neither Tosh nor Owen had even felt the vague tingling that Jack had - Jack wasn’t sure what that meant, if anything.
“Damn,” Suzie muttered. “Maybe he really has just been gone for too long. Or maybe it only works when there’s something else involved. What notes there were on it from before indicated that it had been found with several other items. Maybe one of those is the key?”
“Do you remember any details about any of them?” Jack asked her. “Maybe we can find them and see.”
She shook her head. “They had consecutive item numbers around that of the glove though, if that helps.”
“I… I think I remember what shelf the glove was on,” Ianto interjected quietly. “I wasn’t cataloguing things properly when we found it, but I think I remember. And it’s a fairly good bet that everything found together would probably have been dumped in the archives together. It’s not like there was any sort of real organisation going on there.”
Jack allowed himself a small, wry smile. It was a good sign, he was sure, that Ianto had renewed his disdainful comments about the archiving habits of both Jack’s team and their predecessors. He nodded. “Can’t hurt to look.”
Just as Ianto had asserted, it didn’t take him all that long to locate the shelf where he’d originally found the glove. When they’d gone through that section of the archives, he had simply looked at the items and either set them aside for further investigation or replaced them on the shelf just where they had been before.
There was quite a collection of mismatched items on the shelf where the glove had been stored. After checking each one for a label and discovering that yes, they did in fact have the archive item numbers around that of the glove, Ianto collected them into a box and took them up to the Hub.
“Don’t know if any of them will be useful, but this is what I could find,” he announced solemnly as he placed the box on Suzie’s workstation.
Suzie looked up briefly from her examination of yet another set of results about the mysterious glove and thanked him.
Leaving her to it, he climbed the steps to Tosh and Owen’s desks. Jack was leaning against Tosh’s desk, discussing something displayed on her screen with her.
“Has anything come up that you need my help with?” Ianto asked the three of them. “Or should I head down into the archives and start looking at historical data for the Weevil project?”
Three heads lifted in unison and turned to fix him with pleading looks. “No, nothing’s come up, but…” Jack started.
Ianto sighed slightly, interrupting, “After I’ve fixed another pot of coffee, of course.”
Jack’s answering grin nearly blinded him and, if he didn’t know better, he would have been worried that Owen was going to try to hug him.
He turned away and headed towards the area he’d claimed as his own around the coffee machine, muttering under his breath about the caffeine monsters he seemed to have created out of his co-workers.
Chapter Seven
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