Fic - Violated (Chapter 4)
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 THREE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 4
Jack looked up as he felt Ianto hovering above his desk. He glanced at the younger man and then snapped his head back down, reading the police reports Gwen could find on the murders. He heard Ianto close the door to the office and tried to not pay attention as Ianto moved across the room, his shoes making a soft clicking sound on the floor.
“Sure you want to do that? Gwen might need to run in here and rescue you again from Big Bad Jack Harkness,” he stated, not even looking at Ianto.
“Stop it,” Ianto said, stopping next to Jack’s desk. “Even you have to admit, the evidence-”
“Was purely circumstantial.” Jack threw the pen he had been holding onto the desk and leaned back in his chair, hands resting on his chest, fingers steepled. “Do you think that much of me that someone accuses me of murder and you are ready to turn me over to the police saying I did it?”
“We didn’t turn you over to the police.”
“I guess I should be grateful for small miracles.”
“Jack-”
“No, Ianto!” Jack quickly stood up, hands on his hips to keep from decking Ianto. “You automatically assumed I killed those girls.”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” Jack said, noticing Ianto flex his hands in and out of little fists at his side. “We have work to do. We have a dead man to find,” Jack said, sitting back down and brushing Ianto away.
“Listen, Jack,” Ianto started.
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m not leaving until you do,” Ianto stated.
“The longer you stand there, the more likely another girl will get killed,” Jack said, picking up the pen again, not even looking at Ianto. He waited until Ianto finally sulked out of his office to once again put the pen down neatly on the desk and look up. He thought they trusted him, after everything the team had been through, after everything the team had lost. He thought Ianto…
His mind choked on the thoughts of betrayal. He couldn’t allow himself to even comprehend what Gwen and Ianto had thought, not if they were to stop Owen. Owen Harper - it just could not be. Oh sure, there was a part of him that was willing to beg any gods of the universe that would listen to let it be Owen alive again. But if it was, what had turned him into a cold blooded killer that did that sort of thing to those poor girls.
Jack pulled up the crime scene photos on his computer. The killing was precise, that could definitely be Owen, incisions so neat they didn’t show up until the girl was thrashing around and dying. But the rape, that wasn’t Owen’s style, never had been. Sure, he would shag a girl and forget her name, but the bruises? Bondage? Sure, but that… the photos he saw were different. It was about power, about the pain, about the murder. At the back of Jack’s mind he wondered if Owen had somehow survived Turnmill, would that have made him go completely insane?
Then came the question of why would Owen use Jack’s name? Was Owen that vindictive after everything Jack had tried to do for him? Sure, Owen hadn’t been appreciative of Jack bringing him back from the dead, and Jack couldn’t blame him, but framing him for murder? There was also the point that alien tech was used in conjunction with the killings. After that day that they lost so much… everything had been accounted for.
Rubbing at his bleary eyes, Jack was starting to feel tired. Lack of sleep the last couple of nights had finally worn on him, but now he had a job to do. Stifling a yawn, Jack looked over the police reports again. They didn’t have much to work with, but Torchwood had something they didn’t - the tape from the convenience store.
Jack started. No, they had something else the police would never have, they knew there was theron radiation left behind. Now, if he could just remember who used theron radiation in their weaponry. It sounded familiar, but Jack couldn’t quite place it.
Looking at the clock on his desk, Jack let out a sigh. It was half past three in the morning. If Owen was going to strike tonight then according to the police reports he would have already had the girl picked out and strung up by now. He made an executive decision and pushed away from the desk, feeling some of his age in his body. He may not be getting older physically, but he was starting to feel it mentally.
Popping his head out his office door, Jack was not surprised to see both Ianto and Gwen look up expectantly. “Go home,” he said.
“But, Jack, we need to find Owen,” Gwen said, standing up and wavering on her feet.
“According to the autopsy reports, if he was going to kill again, it’s too late for tonight,” Jack stated. “We know he doesn’t have a flat in the city under his name, or mine, and we haven’t found him yet. He needs to refresh his batteries and so do you.”
“He won’t need to refresh if he’s still suffering the same condition,” Ianto stated.
“He wouldn’t be able to shag a lamppost either if he was,” Jack retorted. “Go home, both of you, and get some rest. We’ll look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow.”
Jack watched as Gwen wearily gathered up her coat and bag and headed out, exchanging a look with Ianto. Ianto set the computer up to monitor Rift activity and then turned to Jack.
“That means you, too,” Jack simply stated, holding his head up.
“I can stay-”
“Go home,” Jack cut in.
“What about you?” Ianto asked, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.
“I’m already home. Put a scanner on if you’re afraid I’ll kill someone again,” Jack harshly stated as he turned his back on Ianto and strode into his office, shutting the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
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 THREE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 4
Jack looked up as he felt Ianto hovering above his desk. He glanced at the younger man and then snapped his head back down, reading the police reports Gwen could find on the murders. He heard Ianto close the door to the office and tried to not pay attention as Ianto moved across the room, his shoes making a soft clicking sound on the floor.
“Sure you want to do that? Gwen might need to run in here and rescue you again from Big Bad Jack Harkness,” he stated, not even looking at Ianto.
“Stop it,” Ianto said, stopping next to Jack’s desk. “Even you have to admit, the evidence-”
“Was purely circumstantial.” Jack threw the pen he had been holding onto the desk and leaned back in his chair, hands resting on his chest, fingers steepled. “Do you think that much of me that someone accuses me of murder and you are ready to turn me over to the police saying I did it?”
“We didn’t turn you over to the police.”
“I guess I should be grateful for small miracles.”
“Jack-”
“No, Ianto!” Jack quickly stood up, hands on his hips to keep from decking Ianto. “You automatically assumed I killed those girls.”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” Jack said, noticing Ianto flex his hands in and out of little fists at his side. “We have work to do. We have a dead man to find,” Jack said, sitting back down and brushing Ianto away.
“Listen, Jack,” Ianto started.
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m not leaving until you do,” Ianto stated.
“The longer you stand there, the more likely another girl will get killed,” Jack said, picking up the pen again, not even looking at Ianto. He waited until Ianto finally sulked out of his office to once again put the pen down neatly on the desk and look up. He thought they trusted him, after everything the team had been through, after everything the team had lost. He thought Ianto…
His mind choked on the thoughts of betrayal. He couldn’t allow himself to even comprehend what Gwen and Ianto had thought, not if they were to stop Owen. Owen Harper - it just could not be. Oh sure, there was a part of him that was willing to beg any gods of the universe that would listen to let it be Owen alive again. But if it was, what had turned him into a cold blooded killer that did that sort of thing to those poor girls.
Jack pulled up the crime scene photos on his computer. The killing was precise, that could definitely be Owen, incisions so neat they didn’t show up until the girl was thrashing around and dying. But the rape, that wasn’t Owen’s style, never had been. Sure, he would shag a girl and forget her name, but the bruises? Bondage? Sure, but that… the photos he saw were different. It was about power, about the pain, about the murder. At the back of Jack’s mind he wondered if Owen had somehow survived Turnmill, would that have made him go completely insane?
Then came the question of why would Owen use Jack’s name? Was Owen that vindictive after everything Jack had tried to do for him? Sure, Owen hadn’t been appreciative of Jack bringing him back from the dead, and Jack couldn’t blame him, but framing him for murder? There was also the point that alien tech was used in conjunction with the killings. After that day that they lost so much… everything had been accounted for.
Rubbing at his bleary eyes, Jack was starting to feel tired. Lack of sleep the last couple of nights had finally worn on him, but now he had a job to do. Stifling a yawn, Jack looked over the police reports again. They didn’t have much to work with, but Torchwood had something they didn’t - the tape from the convenience store.
Jack started. No, they had something else the police would never have, they knew there was theron radiation left behind. Now, if he could just remember who used theron radiation in their weaponry. It sounded familiar, but Jack couldn’t quite place it.
Looking at the clock on his desk, Jack let out a sigh. It was half past three in the morning. If Owen was going to strike tonight then according to the police reports he would have already had the girl picked out and strung up by now. He made an executive decision and pushed away from the desk, feeling some of his age in his body. He may not be getting older physically, but he was starting to feel it mentally.
Popping his head out his office door, Jack was not surprised to see both Ianto and Gwen look up expectantly. “Go home,” he said.
“But, Jack, we need to find Owen,” Gwen said, standing up and wavering on her feet.
“According to the autopsy reports, if he was going to kill again, it’s too late for tonight,” Jack stated. “We know he doesn’t have a flat in the city under his name, or mine, and we haven’t found him yet. He needs to refresh his batteries and so do you.”
“He won’t need to refresh if he’s still suffering the same condition,” Ianto stated.
“He wouldn’t be able to shag a lamppost either if he was,” Jack retorted. “Go home, both of you, and get some rest. We’ll look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow.”
Jack watched as Gwen wearily gathered up her coat and bag and headed out, exchanging a look with Ianto. Ianto set the computer up to monitor Rift activity and then turned to Jack.
“That means you, too,” Jack simply stated, holding his head up.
“I can stay-”
“Go home,” Jack cut in.
“What about you?” Ianto asked, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.
“I’m already home. Put a scanner on if you’re afraid I’ll kill someone again,” Jack harshly stated as he turned his back on Ianto and strode into his office, shutting the door.
CHAPTER FIVE