Fic - Violated (Chapter 1)
Title: Violated
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
Artwork by hollymarchosias
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Gwen Cooper opened her mouth in a wide yawn as she tromped down the steps towards the main area of the Hub. Turning the key by the cog door, she waited patiently as it rolled to the side to let her in. She rubbed her temple, wishing she was still in bed with Rhys. It had been a blissful weekend and a rowdy morning, but eventually both of them had to head off to work.
“Hello,” she called out. She was surprised to not see Jack or Ianto, but that didn’t mean anything these days. Ever since Owen and Tosh had died they had each found things to cling to, and for Jack and Ianto that was each other. If they wanted to cling at other places instead of the Hub, who was she to complain.
Sitting down at her desk she briefly touched the picture of Owen and Tosh she had taken when they packed up Tosh’s flat. What she wouldn’t do to get them back, but they were gone. They had buried Tosh, and… Well, it was pretty much determined that not even a dead man could survive venting nuclear power.
She hit the bypass switch and the screen came to life. There had been several reports of ‘mysterious activity’ from residents of Cardiff that the police had forwarded to her. She opened the files. None seemed too unusual, or otherworldly as the case may be. Perhaps the one in Splott should be checked out…
The computer beeped at Gwen, meaning an incoming areawide police alert. Most of those alerts were mainly APB’s, nothing to do with extra-terrestials, but Gwen always gave them a once over. You never knew who you were going to run into while hunting down your friendly neighbourhood Sycorax.
“Good morning,” Ianto said from somewhere behind Gwen.
She resisted the urge to jump, and the urge to smack him for sneaking up on her when she noticed Ianto carrying two cups of coffee. “Is one of those for me?”
“As Jack is not in yet, yes,” Ianto said, handing Gwen her cup. He sipped at his own coffee.
“Jack’s not in?”
“Last I heard he was hunting for Weevils,” Ianto stated, leaning back against her desk. “That was sometime after midnight.” Ianto had a scowl on his face.
Gwen touched his hand. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Ianto stated, pulling away.
“Right,” Gwen drawled. “The great Jack Harkness gets to act all moody and answer no questions, but-”
“It’s not that,” Ianto replied.
“Then what?”
“Jack’s been acting…” Ianto’s eyebrows arched up as he thought about what to say. “He’s been acting different lately.”
“Jack’s always been different,” Gwen replied. “He’s probably not used to being part of a couple,” she said as she turned back to the computer.
“A couple? Us?”
“What else would you two be, love?” She grinned at Ianto as his cheeks flushed. Gwen looked at the APB from the Cardiff police as she drank her coffee. The brown liquid stuck in her throat as she began to choke.
Ianto rushed over and grabbed the cup from her hand, depositing both on the desk. Gwen regained control as the coffee burned in her throat, stinging it. Her eyes widened as she gaped at the computer screen. Ianto turned to see what she was looking at, his hands falling limp at his sides as he read the police alert.
“This can’t be,” Gwen muttered.
Next to her Ianto fished his mobile from his suit jacket and started dialing. He looked down at her. She could see the brief flicker of fear in his eyes, and then was amazed at how calm he seemed to be. Gwen barely heard the message he left for Jack as she fumbled for her own mobile as it rang in her bag. Pulling it out, she groaned as she saw the number calling her belonged to PC Andy Davidson, her former partner.
“Andy?” Gwen coolly answered.
“Where’s your boss?” he curtly asked.
“Why?”
“We need to talk to him,” Andy replied.
“Andy, you know me. I know Jack’s no saint, but I need to know why you’re looking for him before I tell you anything.”
“You know I can’t do that, Gwen.”
“Andy, there could be a reasonable explanation.”
“Tell me what a reasonable explanation for murder would be?”
Gwen pulled the mobile away from her ear and stared at it. She knew Jack was capable of killing people, she had seen it herself in the Brecon Beacons and had watched him shoot Suzie dead, but, murder? Where the police would find it? That didn’t sound like Jack at all.
“Andy, what do you think he did?” She wouldn’t turn Jack over to the police. Not until she had some answers herself.
“We just want to question him, Gwen. Unless you know where he was last night?”
“Last night?”
“Yeah,” Andy said. She could hear him sigh through the mobile. “A girl was killed early this morning and her flatmate said the last she had heard from her friend was that she had met up with a cute guy named Jack Harkness and she wanted some alone time with him at their flat.”
“You can’t mean my Jack,” Gwen said, catching Ianto’s eyes. “He wouldn’t pick up random- He wouldn’t do- No, Andy.”
“We just want to talk to him right now.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Gwen stated. She hurriedly hung up on Andy as her mind tried to process what he had said.
“Jack’s not answering his phone. What’s going on?” Ianto asked.
Before Gwen could reply, the lights above the cog door flashed red as it opened up, Captain Jack Harkness limping inside. He stopped when he saw both of them staring at him, his clothes bloody and torn.
“Did I miss something?”
CHAPTER TWO
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
Artwork by hollymarchosias
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Gwen Cooper opened her mouth in a wide yawn as she tromped down the steps towards the main area of the Hub. Turning the key by the cog door, she waited patiently as it rolled to the side to let her in. She rubbed her temple, wishing she was still in bed with Rhys. It had been a blissful weekend and a rowdy morning, but eventually both of them had to head off to work.
“Hello,” she called out. She was surprised to not see Jack or Ianto, but that didn’t mean anything these days. Ever since Owen and Tosh had died they had each found things to cling to, and for Jack and Ianto that was each other. If they wanted to cling at other places instead of the Hub, who was she to complain.
Sitting down at her desk she briefly touched the picture of Owen and Tosh she had taken when they packed up Tosh’s flat. What she wouldn’t do to get them back, but they were gone. They had buried Tosh, and… Well, it was pretty much determined that not even a dead man could survive venting nuclear power.
She hit the bypass switch and the screen came to life. There had been several reports of ‘mysterious activity’ from residents of Cardiff that the police had forwarded to her. She opened the files. None seemed too unusual, or otherworldly as the case may be. Perhaps the one in Splott should be checked out…
The computer beeped at Gwen, meaning an incoming areawide police alert. Most of those alerts were mainly APB’s, nothing to do with extra-terrestials, but Gwen always gave them a once over. You never knew who you were going to run into while hunting down your friendly neighbourhood Sycorax.
“Good morning,” Ianto said from somewhere behind Gwen.
She resisted the urge to jump, and the urge to smack him for sneaking up on her when she noticed Ianto carrying two cups of coffee. “Is one of those for me?”
“As Jack is not in yet, yes,” Ianto said, handing Gwen her cup. He sipped at his own coffee.
“Jack’s not in?”
“Last I heard he was hunting for Weevils,” Ianto stated, leaning back against her desk. “That was sometime after midnight.” Ianto had a scowl on his face.
Gwen touched his hand. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Ianto stated, pulling away.
“Right,” Gwen drawled. “The great Jack Harkness gets to act all moody and answer no questions, but-”
“It’s not that,” Ianto replied.
“Then what?”
“Jack’s been acting…” Ianto’s eyebrows arched up as he thought about what to say. “He’s been acting different lately.”
“Jack’s always been different,” Gwen replied. “He’s probably not used to being part of a couple,” she said as she turned back to the computer.
“A couple? Us?”
“What else would you two be, love?” She grinned at Ianto as his cheeks flushed. Gwen looked at the APB from the Cardiff police as she drank her coffee. The brown liquid stuck in her throat as she began to choke.
Ianto rushed over and grabbed the cup from her hand, depositing both on the desk. Gwen regained control as the coffee burned in her throat, stinging it. Her eyes widened as she gaped at the computer screen. Ianto turned to see what she was looking at, his hands falling limp at his sides as he read the police alert.
“This can’t be,” Gwen muttered.
Next to her Ianto fished his mobile from his suit jacket and started dialing. He looked down at her. She could see the brief flicker of fear in his eyes, and then was amazed at how calm he seemed to be. Gwen barely heard the message he left for Jack as she fumbled for her own mobile as it rang in her bag. Pulling it out, she groaned as she saw the number calling her belonged to PC Andy Davidson, her former partner.
“Andy?” Gwen coolly answered.
“Where’s your boss?” he curtly asked.
“Why?”
“We need to talk to him,” Andy replied.
“Andy, you know me. I know Jack’s no saint, but I need to know why you’re looking for him before I tell you anything.”
“You know I can’t do that, Gwen.”
“Andy, there could be a reasonable explanation.”
“Tell me what a reasonable explanation for murder would be?”
Gwen pulled the mobile away from her ear and stared at it. She knew Jack was capable of killing people, she had seen it herself in the Brecon Beacons and had watched him shoot Suzie dead, but, murder? Where the police would find it? That didn’t sound like Jack at all.
“Andy, what do you think he did?” She wouldn’t turn Jack over to the police. Not until she had some answers herself.
“We just want to question him, Gwen. Unless you know where he was last night?”
“Last night?”
“Yeah,” Andy said. She could hear him sigh through the mobile. “A girl was killed early this morning and her flatmate said the last she had heard from her friend was that she had met up with a cute guy named Jack Harkness and she wanted some alone time with him at their flat.”
“You can’t mean my Jack,” Gwen said, catching Ianto’s eyes. “He wouldn’t pick up random- He wouldn’t do- No, Andy.”
“We just want to talk to him right now.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Gwen stated. She hurriedly hung up on Andy as her mind tried to process what he had said.
“Jack’s not answering his phone. What’s going on?” Ianto asked.
Before Gwen could reply, the lights above the cog door flashed red as it opened up, Captain Jack Harkness limping inside. He stopped when he saw both of them staring at him, his clothes bloody and torn.
“Did I miss something?”
CHAPTER TWO