Turning Point - 21/64
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.
Author's Note 2: Yes this is late, but (as those of you who follow me on twitter know) I was getting drunk with morbid_sparks last night and only just got home.
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Twenty-One
Ianto was clearing away the last of the pizza boxes - which, despite Jack’s yelled request, were empty - when Jack and Gwen reappeared. She looked just a little overwhelmed, and Ianto guessed she was probably still digesting the confirmation she’d just received about there being life on other planets.
“Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper,” Jack announced as he hopped up the steps, swinging an arm in Owen’s direction.
“Oi!” Owen protested. “That’s Doctor Owen Harper, thank you very much.”
Jack shook his head at Owen. “Yeah, yeah.” He twisted around. “Toshiko Sato, computer genius. And Suzie Costello, my second in command.” He gestured over to where Suzie had returned to her study of the glove.
Ianto had just dropped the last box into a black bag when Jack turned around to point him out to Gwen. “And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto, well, Ianto does everything else around here; looks after our archives, cleans up after us, makes sure we get things done on time.” He smiled at Ianto warmly.
“Don’t forget, I also make the coffee,” Ianto said matter-of-factly, knowing that despite everything else he did, keeping them caffeinated was probably almost the highest priority.
Jack’s smile grew wider. “Heaven forbid I forget the coffee.” He turned to Gwen. “Ianto makes what has to be the best coffee on the planet.” The smile was still in place as he turned back far enough so Ianto could see his face. “And he shows us all up by turning up every day looking mighty fine in one of his suits.”
Ianto felt an odd, unexplainable spark burst into life inside of him and he found himself smiling back. “You know, I’m not entirely sure, but I think that might count as harassment.”
Jack laughed. “Remind me tomorrow and I’ll find you the paperwork.”
Gwen blinked at them as they all laughed gently, clearly confused. “Why are you telling me their names? I’m not supposed to know any of this. This is all classified, isn’t it?”
Jack’s chuckle tapered off. “Way beyond classified.”
Gwen shook her head, taking a step back. “Then you shouldn’t be telling me. What are you going to do to me?”
Jack smirked. “What do you imagine?”
Gwen stammered a little. “Well… I’ve seen too much, and you’ve told me your names, and there was that Weevil, and you can dump a man in the water and lie about his death…”
She was still backing away from them, very slowly, and Ianto could see that she clearly really believed that they would actually do something dreadful to her. While Retcon wasn’t the nicest thing to experience, given the mild disorientation caused by even a small period of memories being erased, it was certainly a lot less drastic than what appeared to be going through Gwen’s mind.
Jack swung around and ducked into his office as Ianto bent down to tie up the black bin bag.
“Owen!” Jack said, sliding into his coat. “First thing tomorrow, I want you to go pay a visit to our new friends, Chandler and Bell. We need those treatment records so Tosh can correlate them with the Weevil reports. We’ll need to go in and deal with this tech that has fallen into their hands eventually, but if it turns out it’s not behind the Weevil problem, it can wait a bit, since it doesn’t appear to be having any other ill effects. Tosh, see if you can pull anything more from those servers. I know it’s a long shot, but have a look.”
Ianto was about to walk off to take the bag of rubbish down to be incinerated when Jack called his name. “Ianto, I want you with Owen tomorrow morning. Let him do the talking when it comes to the medical stuff, but you know the case better than any of us.”
He swept past them and jogged down the steps. “Suzie! I want a report on the latest glove research tomorrow afternoon, and I know it’s a pain, but include a costing on whatever research is left.”
Gwen was still standing where he’d left her, a worried look on her face. “As for you,” he said, pointing towards her. “You’re coming with me.”
Within minutes, the rest of the team and Gwen had vacated the Hub, Gwen clinging nervously to Jack’s arm as he showed off the invisible lift, leaving Ianto to finish his clean up in peace.
The Tourist Office wasn’t the only place he’d neglected a little in the last weeks; for the most part he’d chosen to bury himself in the sorting work in the archives rather than concentrate on cleaning up around the Hub, and the rest of them still weren’t exactly the best at tidying up after themselves.
He had just cleared away the final collection of junk, and was standing back to survey what might be left to do, when there was a buzzing in his pocket from his comm. unit.
Plucking it out, he slipped it onto his ear and tapped it on to receive. “Yes?”
“Ianto, are you still at the Hub?” He could hear the faint sound of traffic below Jack’s voice.
“Yes, why?”
“I’m on my way back now, but I need you to log into the intercept on Gwen’s home computer. I reckon she’ll try to save as much information as she can before she passes out from the Retcon. All I need you to do is delete it.”
Ianto nodded to himself, already hopping up the steps to a computer. “Delete all information she tries to save on Torchwood,” he repeated. “Can do.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
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.
Author's Note 2: Yes this is late, but (as those of you who follow me on twitter know) I was getting drunk with morbid_sparks last night and only just got home.
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Twenty-One
Ianto was clearing away the last of the pizza boxes - which, despite Jack’s yelled request, were empty - when Jack and Gwen reappeared. She looked just a little overwhelmed, and Ianto guessed she was probably still digesting the confirmation she’d just received about there being life on other planets.
“Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper,” Jack announced as he hopped up the steps, swinging an arm in Owen’s direction.
“Oi!” Owen protested. “That’s Doctor Owen Harper, thank you very much.”
Jack shook his head at Owen. “Yeah, yeah.” He twisted around. “Toshiko Sato, computer genius. And Suzie Costello, my second in command.” He gestured over to where Suzie had returned to her study of the glove.
Ianto had just dropped the last box into a black bag when Jack turned around to point him out to Gwen. “And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto, well, Ianto does everything else around here; looks after our archives, cleans up after us, makes sure we get things done on time.” He smiled at Ianto warmly.
“Don’t forget, I also make the coffee,” Ianto said matter-of-factly, knowing that despite everything else he did, keeping them caffeinated was probably almost the highest priority.
Jack’s smile grew wider. “Heaven forbid I forget the coffee.” He turned to Gwen. “Ianto makes what has to be the best coffee on the planet.” The smile was still in place as he turned back far enough so Ianto could see his face. “And he shows us all up by turning up every day looking mighty fine in one of his suits.”
Ianto felt an odd, unexplainable spark burst into life inside of him and he found himself smiling back. “You know, I’m not entirely sure, but I think that might count as harassment.”
Jack laughed. “Remind me tomorrow and I’ll find you the paperwork.”
Gwen blinked at them as they all laughed gently, clearly confused. “Why are you telling me their names? I’m not supposed to know any of this. This is all classified, isn’t it?”
Jack’s chuckle tapered off. “Way beyond classified.”
Gwen shook her head, taking a step back. “Then you shouldn’t be telling me. What are you going to do to me?”
Jack smirked. “What do you imagine?”
Gwen stammered a little. “Well… I’ve seen too much, and you’ve told me your names, and there was that Weevil, and you can dump a man in the water and lie about his death…”
She was still backing away from them, very slowly, and Ianto could see that she clearly really believed that they would actually do something dreadful to her. While Retcon wasn’t the nicest thing to experience, given the mild disorientation caused by even a small period of memories being erased, it was certainly a lot less drastic than what appeared to be going through Gwen’s mind.
Jack swung around and ducked into his office as Ianto bent down to tie up the black bin bag.
“Owen!” Jack said, sliding into his coat. “First thing tomorrow, I want you to go pay a visit to our new friends, Chandler and Bell. We need those treatment records so Tosh can correlate them with the Weevil reports. We’ll need to go in and deal with this tech that has fallen into their hands eventually, but if it turns out it’s not behind the Weevil problem, it can wait a bit, since it doesn’t appear to be having any other ill effects. Tosh, see if you can pull anything more from those servers. I know it’s a long shot, but have a look.”
Ianto was about to walk off to take the bag of rubbish down to be incinerated when Jack called his name. “Ianto, I want you with Owen tomorrow morning. Let him do the talking when it comes to the medical stuff, but you know the case better than any of us.”
He swept past them and jogged down the steps. “Suzie! I want a report on the latest glove research tomorrow afternoon, and I know it’s a pain, but include a costing on whatever research is left.”
Gwen was still standing where he’d left her, a worried look on her face. “As for you,” he said, pointing towards her. “You’re coming with me.”
Within minutes, the rest of the team and Gwen had vacated the Hub, Gwen clinging nervously to Jack’s arm as he showed off the invisible lift, leaving Ianto to finish his clean up in peace.
The Tourist Office wasn’t the only place he’d neglected a little in the last weeks; for the most part he’d chosen to bury himself in the sorting work in the archives rather than concentrate on cleaning up around the Hub, and the rest of them still weren’t exactly the best at tidying up after themselves.
He had just cleared away the final collection of junk, and was standing back to survey what might be left to do, when there was a buzzing in his pocket from his comm. unit.
Plucking it out, he slipped it onto his ear and tapped it on to receive. “Yes?”
“Ianto, are you still at the Hub?” He could hear the faint sound of traffic below Jack’s voice.
“Yes, why?”
“I’m on my way back now, but I need you to log into the intercept on Gwen’s home computer. I reckon she’ll try to save as much information as she can before she passes out from the Retcon. All I need you to do is delete it.”
Ianto nodded to himself, already hopping up the steps to a computer. “Delete all information she tries to save on Torchwood,” he repeated. “Can do.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
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