Fic - Violated (Chapter 3)
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.
CHAPTER TWO
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 3
Ianto continued to monitor the scans he had been making in one of the open windows on the computer screen, while monitoring Rift activity in another window. All the while he kept glancing up at the open door to Jack’s office. Jack had finally cleaned up and even rested a bit after going head to head with a big Weevil the night before and the Weevil winning - or so he claimed.
There was a part of his mind that saw the man Jack could easily be, a man who could kill someone in cold blood. There was also the part of Ianto that knew Jack chose not to be that way, so why would he start killing? When Gwen texted him about this being a serial killer issue, Ianto’s gut told him it couldn’t be Jack. But then again, Jack had been distant the last couple of weeks, going out alone at night to patrol for Weevils.
He sat up straight in the chair as Jack’s shadow crossed the threshold to his office. Ianto looked inquisitively at Jack as he leaned up against the doorjamb, hands in his trousers, staring at Ianto. He discreetly closed the window on the screen that was working on the scans he set up and looked at Jack.
“Anything I can do for you?” He suppressed the desire to say ‘Sir,’ both to make Jack smile and to put up a wall between him and Jack just in case.
“Where did you say Gwen had headed out to?” Jack asked, his brow crinkling in thought.
“Just checking on a report of strange lights from a house that doesn’t exist anymore,” Ianto filled in.
“Right.” Jack took a couple of steps towards Ianto. “There was no log or message about anything like that in the computer.”
Ianto swallowed. He should have remembered how tenacious Jack could be. “Andy called it in to her, as a favour he said. He was getting tired of the little old lady next door stopping him on the beat.” It amazed Ianto how well he could lie to Jack, even now.
Jack meandered over to Ianto and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Ianto fought the urge to wince, not so much from the pain, but from the blank look Jack gave him as he looked down on him. Jack’s face was never completely blank, usually something spoke to Ianto - a twinkle in his eye, a slight curl to his lips, something. When Jack shut himself off like this it was never a good sign.
“And, do you want to tell me why you are running scans on my bloody shirt from earlier?” Jack squeezed Ianto’s shoulder a bit harder.
“Just making sure there are no dangerous enzymes from the Weevil that could have gotten into your system,” Ianto replied, keeping his breath even, staying calm, putting up walls in his mind.
“Something tells me rabid Weevils are the least of our problem,” Jack stated, letting Ianto go, only to hunch down and block Ianto against the desk. “Especially when one of the scans is checking to see if the blood was human, and if there were more than one blood type in the mix.” Jack narrowed his eyes, staring at Ianto. “Why would you be looking for that?” he asked, his voice low.
Ianto knew Jack could access anything in Mainframe, he had just hoped Jack would have been too tired to go snooping that day. He had to calm Jack down, get him on his level. “Where have you been going at night the last couple of weeks?” Ianto looked and genuinely felt concerned for his… lover.
“You want to ask me about that now?” Jack asked, incredulous. “What? Are you jealous Ianto Jones?”
“No, just worried about you.” And that was the truth.
Jack looked deep into Ianto’s eyes, a snarl on his lips and then quickly pulled away. “Turnmill,” he muttered, turning his back to Ianto.
“Turnmill?” He shook his head. “You said Owen couldn’t have survived, even in his undead state.”
“I know,” Jack replied. “At first I would swing past there hoping to see something, hoping I had been wrong in some way. But lately, it’s like I feel him still here, still calling to me.”
“Jack…”
“I know it sounds crazy. But for the last two weeks I’ve been sitting outside the gates at Turnmill, opening my mind and trying to help him move on.”
Ianto’s head dropped against his chest. All this time and Jack still held himself responsible for what had happened. Jack’s boots came into his view as Jack stepped forward, putting his hands on Ianto’s shoulders. Ianto looked up at the Captain, the mask partially askew. He pulled Jack in to him by the braces and kissed the man gently on the lips. If Jack still held regrets about Owen and Tosh, and even Suzie, how could he be a serial killer?
“Jack you can’t keep-”
“You don’t understand,” Jack said loudly, his hands on Ianto’s neck.
In the back of his mind, Ianto had registered the lights above the cog door going off. It wasn’t until Gwen was body slamming Jack away from him that he came back to the here and now. He quickly stood up as Gwen pulled her gun, pointing it at Jack who was still sprawled on the floor.
“Ianto, are you okay?” Gwen breathlessly asked.
“He wasn’t trying to hurt me,” he hurriedly said.
“He was doing something, you didn’t even notice me come in,” Gwen stated, never taking her eyes off Jack as he sat up on the floor.
“Does somebody want to tell me what’s going on?” Jack asked.
Ianto thought about what Gwen had said. She was right. He hadn’t noticed her until she was on top of them, and where Jack had been all emotional a moment before, now he was calmly watching Gwen wave her gun at him. Ianto was amazed at the hold on him Jack Harkness could have, even now when he should be used to it.
“Tell me Jack, do you own a black leather coat?” Gwen asked.
“I used to,” Jack said, standing up as Gwen still held tight to her gun. “It’s in storage. I don’t really wear it that much anymore. Why? Do you want to borrow it?”
“Where were you last night?” Gwen chimed in again.
Jack looked at Ianto and then at Gwen. “I’d rather not say.”
“Where were you last night?”
“How about I ask a couple of questions,” Jack said, standing up straight, taking a couple of steps towards Gwen trying to not pay attention to the gun. “Do you two want to tell me why I’m suddenly being questioned, at gunpoint, by my own employees?”
Ianto looked at Gwen out of the corner of his eye and then put his hand over hers, making her lower the gun. If it was Jack behind the murders, pissing him off would not help their chances of stopping him, or getting out of there alive. Gwen glared at him a moment and then pulled away. Jack put his hands on his hips, watching both of them.
“There’s been a series of murders,” Ianto stated, watching Jack, waiting for him to flinch.
“Ianto,” Gwen intoned.
Ianto just held up his hand up to her. “And some of the evidence points to you,” Ianto said to Jack.
A storm cloud seemed to take hold of Jack. “Do you think I did them?” Neither Gwen or Ianto said a word. “What kind of murders?”
“Four girls were…” Gwen stuttered trying to find the right words to say.
“Four women were tortured and murdered in the last two weeks,” Ianto said.
“And?”
“Last night’s victim told her flatmate she was going home with a bloke named Jack Harkness for some alone time,” Gwen said.
“Anyone could use a name,” Jack stated.
“I checked out the recent crime scene,” Gwen said.
“That’s where you were today,” Jack stated, leaning against a nearby desk.
“Alien tech was used in the killing, I believe,” Gwen continued on. “I found trace levels of theron radiation right above the murder scene.”
“Theron radiation?” Jack repeated. “But you know where I’ve been the last two weeks,” Jack said, pleading with Ianto.
“Each night there was a murder, you were out Weevil hunting,” Ianto said softly.
Gwen pulled a DVD case from her pocket and handed it to Ianto. “I talked the guy who ran the convenience store across the street to loan this to me.” Ianto slid the DVD into the computer. “At 0350 a man is seen exiting the flat.”
Ianto pulled up the timecode and watched as a man in dark jeans and a black leather coat exited the flat, his head down, and hurried down the street. The gait almost matched Jack’s exactly, and the man had short brown hair like Jack.
“Slow it down and play it again,” Jack suddenly said, standing up behind Ianto.
Ianto resisted the urge to physically shiver at Jack’s nearness. “What is that going to prove?”
“My innocence,” Jack stated.
Ianto wanted that more than anything right now. He slowed down the replay and watched as the mysterious man seemed to glance up at a sudden spot of light in the sky. Ianto slowed down the replay until it was a frame per second and advanced it slowly, stopping the DVD as the man snapped his head up for that millisecond. He enhanced the video and all three of them stared in amazement.
“That can’t be,”Gwen stammered.
Ianto’s breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the face of Dr. Owen Harper.
CHAPTER FOUR
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.
CHAPTER TWO
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 3
Ianto continued to monitor the scans he had been making in one of the open windows on the computer screen, while monitoring Rift activity in another window. All the while he kept glancing up at the open door to Jack’s office. Jack had finally cleaned up and even rested a bit after going head to head with a big Weevil the night before and the Weevil winning - or so he claimed.
There was a part of his mind that saw the man Jack could easily be, a man who could kill someone in cold blood. There was also the part of Ianto that knew Jack chose not to be that way, so why would he start killing? When Gwen texted him about this being a serial killer issue, Ianto’s gut told him it couldn’t be Jack. But then again, Jack had been distant the last couple of weeks, going out alone at night to patrol for Weevils.
He sat up straight in the chair as Jack’s shadow crossed the threshold to his office. Ianto looked inquisitively at Jack as he leaned up against the doorjamb, hands in his trousers, staring at Ianto. He discreetly closed the window on the screen that was working on the scans he set up and looked at Jack.
“Anything I can do for you?” He suppressed the desire to say ‘Sir,’ both to make Jack smile and to put up a wall between him and Jack just in case.
“Where did you say Gwen had headed out to?” Jack asked, his brow crinkling in thought.
“Just checking on a report of strange lights from a house that doesn’t exist anymore,” Ianto filled in.
“Right.” Jack took a couple of steps towards Ianto. “There was no log or message about anything like that in the computer.”
Ianto swallowed. He should have remembered how tenacious Jack could be. “Andy called it in to her, as a favour he said. He was getting tired of the little old lady next door stopping him on the beat.” It amazed Ianto how well he could lie to Jack, even now.
Jack meandered over to Ianto and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Ianto fought the urge to wince, not so much from the pain, but from the blank look Jack gave him as he looked down on him. Jack’s face was never completely blank, usually something spoke to Ianto - a twinkle in his eye, a slight curl to his lips, something. When Jack shut himself off like this it was never a good sign.
“And, do you want to tell me why you are running scans on my bloody shirt from earlier?” Jack squeezed Ianto’s shoulder a bit harder.
“Just making sure there are no dangerous enzymes from the Weevil that could have gotten into your system,” Ianto replied, keeping his breath even, staying calm, putting up walls in his mind.
“Something tells me rabid Weevils are the least of our problem,” Jack stated, letting Ianto go, only to hunch down and block Ianto against the desk. “Especially when one of the scans is checking to see if the blood was human, and if there were more than one blood type in the mix.” Jack narrowed his eyes, staring at Ianto. “Why would you be looking for that?” he asked, his voice low.
Ianto knew Jack could access anything in Mainframe, he had just hoped Jack would have been too tired to go snooping that day. He had to calm Jack down, get him on his level. “Where have you been going at night the last couple of weeks?” Ianto looked and genuinely felt concerned for his… lover.
“You want to ask me about that now?” Jack asked, incredulous. “What? Are you jealous Ianto Jones?”
“No, just worried about you.” And that was the truth.
Jack looked deep into Ianto’s eyes, a snarl on his lips and then quickly pulled away. “Turnmill,” he muttered, turning his back to Ianto.
“Turnmill?” He shook his head. “You said Owen couldn’t have survived, even in his undead state.”
“I know,” Jack replied. “At first I would swing past there hoping to see something, hoping I had been wrong in some way. But lately, it’s like I feel him still here, still calling to me.”
“Jack…”
“I know it sounds crazy. But for the last two weeks I’ve been sitting outside the gates at Turnmill, opening my mind and trying to help him move on.”
Ianto’s head dropped against his chest. All this time and Jack still held himself responsible for what had happened. Jack’s boots came into his view as Jack stepped forward, putting his hands on Ianto’s shoulders. Ianto looked up at the Captain, the mask partially askew. He pulled Jack in to him by the braces and kissed the man gently on the lips. If Jack still held regrets about Owen and Tosh, and even Suzie, how could he be a serial killer?
“Jack you can’t keep-”
“You don’t understand,” Jack said loudly, his hands on Ianto’s neck.
In the back of his mind, Ianto had registered the lights above the cog door going off. It wasn’t until Gwen was body slamming Jack away from him that he came back to the here and now. He quickly stood up as Gwen pulled her gun, pointing it at Jack who was still sprawled on the floor.
“Ianto, are you okay?” Gwen breathlessly asked.
“He wasn’t trying to hurt me,” he hurriedly said.
“He was doing something, you didn’t even notice me come in,” Gwen stated, never taking her eyes off Jack as he sat up on the floor.
“Does somebody want to tell me what’s going on?” Jack asked.
Ianto thought about what Gwen had said. She was right. He hadn’t noticed her until she was on top of them, and where Jack had been all emotional a moment before, now he was calmly watching Gwen wave her gun at him. Ianto was amazed at the hold on him Jack Harkness could have, even now when he should be used to it.
“Tell me Jack, do you own a black leather coat?” Gwen asked.
“I used to,” Jack said, standing up as Gwen still held tight to her gun. “It’s in storage. I don’t really wear it that much anymore. Why? Do you want to borrow it?”
“Where were you last night?” Gwen chimed in again.
Jack looked at Ianto and then at Gwen. “I’d rather not say.”
“Where were you last night?”
“How about I ask a couple of questions,” Jack said, standing up straight, taking a couple of steps towards Gwen trying to not pay attention to the gun. “Do you two want to tell me why I’m suddenly being questioned, at gunpoint, by my own employees?”
Ianto looked at Gwen out of the corner of his eye and then put his hand over hers, making her lower the gun. If it was Jack behind the murders, pissing him off would not help their chances of stopping him, or getting out of there alive. Gwen glared at him a moment and then pulled away. Jack put his hands on his hips, watching both of them.
“There’s been a series of murders,” Ianto stated, watching Jack, waiting for him to flinch.
“Ianto,” Gwen intoned.
Ianto just held up his hand up to her. “And some of the evidence points to you,” Ianto said to Jack.
A storm cloud seemed to take hold of Jack. “Do you think I did them?” Neither Gwen or Ianto said a word. “What kind of murders?”
“Four girls were…” Gwen stuttered trying to find the right words to say.
“Four women were tortured and murdered in the last two weeks,” Ianto said.
“And?”
“Last night’s victim told her flatmate she was going home with a bloke named Jack Harkness for some alone time,” Gwen said.
“Anyone could use a name,” Jack stated.
“I checked out the recent crime scene,” Gwen said.
“That’s where you were today,” Jack stated, leaning against a nearby desk.
“Alien tech was used in the killing, I believe,” Gwen continued on. “I found trace levels of theron radiation right above the murder scene.”
“Theron radiation?” Jack repeated. “But you know where I’ve been the last two weeks,” Jack said, pleading with Ianto.
“Each night there was a murder, you were out Weevil hunting,” Ianto said softly.
Gwen pulled a DVD case from her pocket and handed it to Ianto. “I talked the guy who ran the convenience store across the street to loan this to me.” Ianto slid the DVD into the computer. “At 0350 a man is seen exiting the flat.”
Ianto pulled up the timecode and watched as a man in dark jeans and a black leather coat exited the flat, his head down, and hurried down the street. The gait almost matched Jack’s exactly, and the man had short brown hair like Jack.
“Slow it down and play it again,” Jack suddenly said, standing up behind Ianto.
Ianto resisted the urge to physically shiver at Jack’s nearness. “What is that going to prove?”
“My innocence,” Jack stated.
Ianto wanted that more than anything right now. He slowed down the replay and watched as the mysterious man seemed to glance up at a sudden spot of light in the sky. Ianto slowed down the replay until it was a frame per second and advanced it slowly, stopping the DVD as the man snapped his head up for that millisecond. He enhanced the video and all three of them stared in amazement.
“That can’t be,”Gwen stammered.
Ianto’s breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the face of Dr. Owen Harper.
CHAPTER FOUR