Fic - Violated (Chapter 13)
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 TWELVE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 13
Ianto grabbed the coffee cup and silently walked into Jack’s office. He could smell the shampoo the Captain used all the way by the door, which meant he had used a lot of it in his long shower that night. Jack didn’t even look at him, just kept reading a report that had been sitting on his desk since the week before. Putting the coffee down next to Jack’s arm, Ianto stood there, waiting.
“Thank you,” Jack said as he picked up the coffee and gave it a sniff. He took a sip and set the cup back down. “You don’t need to stay,” Jack said, still concentrating on the report.
“I want to,” Ianto said, sitting back on the corner of Jack’s desk. “What do you need?”
“Nothing. I took care of the body. Did you put the knife away?”
“Locked in secure archives. No one should be able to get at it.”
“Then that’s taken care of. What about Gwen?”
“Home. Probably passed out in bed before Rhys even got there.”
“Good.”
Ianto wiped his palms along his trousers. “Jack, are you sure we did the right thing?”
“About what?”
“All of this. Killing Owen. Retconning Gwen and Andy…”
Jack tossed the report to the side and leaned back in his chair, regarding Ianto. “You know as well as I do that retconning Andy was the best option. Better he forget what happened to him and have it explained as temporary amnesia with a head wound from some random attack, than the truth.”
“And Gwen?”
“My choice. Protecting her, and you.” Jack held out his hand, a small white pill in his palm.
“What about you Jack? You going to forget? When we’re all gone are you going to retcon us out of your memory?”
“No. It’s the least I could do, to remember you.” Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand, putting the pill into it and closed Ianto’s fingers around the Retcon. “Take it. Better you don’t remember Owen like this.”
“You want me to take this and just forget? What if this happens again? He can’t be the only one of his species.”
“It’s my job to watch out for Gwen, and for you.” Jack stood up in front of Ianto, putting a hand on either side of his face. “Let me do this for you.” Jack leaned in, his lips gently brushing against Ianto’s lips. He then pressed down harder, kissing Ianto. “Please.”
Ianto closed his eyes, feeling the hurt in Jack’s plea. He knew it wasn’t a choice the older man flippantly made, and he understood. He understood more than Jack figured he would be capable of. So many mistakes in their lives, and the last thing they needed was the constant thoughts of what if: what if it was Owen? what if they didn’t have to kill him to stop it? what if Jack’s research was wrong? what if Owen was still in Turnmill? what if they had been able to stop Grey?
He pressed his forehead against Jack’s, delighting in the closeness. Ianto wished he could make Jack forget how betrayed he had felt by him again. Ianto shook his head yes. Jack leaned in and kissed him again, holding the kiss, giving Ianto the strength to do what he had to do.
“How long?”
“The last couple of days. I’ll plant evidence that makes it seem like you needed to. Hopefully you won’t question it.”
“Don’t forget to lock us out of the case files.”
“I know.”
Ianto pulled away, pocketing the pill, and looked at Jack. Without saying another word he stoically walked out of Jack’s office. Grabbing his coat, Ianto headed out the cog door and up in the lift for the outside. His thoughts kept replaying the last week, wondering if there was anything they could have seen, anything to have saved any of the girls. He kept coming back to the same answers - no.
Locking down the tourist office, Ianto took a deep breath of the fresh air and looked around at the Bay. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and headed towards home. He felt like walking, like clearing his head. The chill in the air caught in his throat as his fingers played with the Retcon in his pocket. He understood why Jack asked him to take it. Ianto pulled the pill out of his pocket and tossed it in the sewer as he walked by. He also hoped that if Jack found it, he too would understand. For now Ianto would play like he forgot, but he never would. Someone had to know. Someone had to be there, so Jack wouldn’t be alone in this. Ianto pulled his coat tight around him and headed home.
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 TWELVE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 13
Ianto grabbed the coffee cup and silently walked into Jack’s office. He could smell the shampoo the Captain used all the way by the door, which meant he had used a lot of it in his long shower that night. Jack didn’t even look at him, just kept reading a report that had been sitting on his desk since the week before. Putting the coffee down next to Jack’s arm, Ianto stood there, waiting.
“Thank you,” Jack said as he picked up the coffee and gave it a sniff. He took a sip and set the cup back down. “You don’t need to stay,” Jack said, still concentrating on the report.
“I want to,” Ianto said, sitting back on the corner of Jack’s desk. “What do you need?”
“Nothing. I took care of the body. Did you put the knife away?”
“Locked in secure archives. No one should be able to get at it.”
“Then that’s taken care of. What about Gwen?”
“Home. Probably passed out in bed before Rhys even got there.”
“Good.”
Ianto wiped his palms along his trousers. “Jack, are you sure we did the right thing?”
“About what?”
“All of this. Killing Owen. Retconning Gwen and Andy…”
Jack tossed the report to the side and leaned back in his chair, regarding Ianto. “You know as well as I do that retconning Andy was the best option. Better he forget what happened to him and have it explained as temporary amnesia with a head wound from some random attack, than the truth.”
“And Gwen?”
“My choice. Protecting her, and you.” Jack held out his hand, a small white pill in his palm.
“What about you Jack? You going to forget? When we’re all gone are you going to retcon us out of your memory?”
“No. It’s the least I could do, to remember you.” Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand, putting the pill into it and closed Ianto’s fingers around the Retcon. “Take it. Better you don’t remember Owen like this.”
“You want me to take this and just forget? What if this happens again? He can’t be the only one of his species.”
“It’s my job to watch out for Gwen, and for you.” Jack stood up in front of Ianto, putting a hand on either side of his face. “Let me do this for you.” Jack leaned in, his lips gently brushing against Ianto’s lips. He then pressed down harder, kissing Ianto. “Please.”
Ianto closed his eyes, feeling the hurt in Jack’s plea. He knew it wasn’t a choice the older man flippantly made, and he understood. He understood more than Jack figured he would be capable of. So many mistakes in their lives, and the last thing they needed was the constant thoughts of what if: what if it was Owen? what if they didn’t have to kill him to stop it? what if Jack’s research was wrong? what if Owen was still in Turnmill? what if they had been able to stop Grey?
He pressed his forehead against Jack’s, delighting in the closeness. Ianto wished he could make Jack forget how betrayed he had felt by him again. Ianto shook his head yes. Jack leaned in and kissed him again, holding the kiss, giving Ianto the strength to do what he had to do.
“How long?”
“The last couple of days. I’ll plant evidence that makes it seem like you needed to. Hopefully you won’t question it.”
“Don’t forget to lock us out of the case files.”
“I know.”
Ianto pulled away, pocketing the pill, and looked at Jack. Without saying another word he stoically walked out of Jack’s office. Grabbing his coat, Ianto headed out the cog door and up in the lift for the outside. His thoughts kept replaying the last week, wondering if there was anything they could have seen, anything to have saved any of the girls. He kept coming back to the same answers - no.
Locking down the tourist office, Ianto took a deep breath of the fresh air and looked around at the Bay. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and headed towards home. He felt like walking, like clearing his head. The chill in the air caught in his throat as his fingers played with the Retcon in his pocket. He understood why Jack asked him to take it. Ianto pulled the pill out of his pocket and tossed it in the sewer as he walked by. He also hoped that if Jack found it, he too would understand. For now Ianto would play like he forgot, but he never would. Someone had to know. Someone had to be there, so Jack wouldn’t be alone in this. Ianto pulled his coat tight around him and headed home.