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dru_evilistaWARNING! The previous 10 chapters have been pretty much fluff...from this point out for the next 50 chapters or so, things will be getting dark. So make sure you're prepared, wait till your in the right mood, or whatever you need to do, we don't want to scar anyone mentally too much. We can't afford to pay all your therapy bills. Now. To the chapter!
Ianto watched fondly for a minute as his two lovers curled around each other, projecting love, and sleep at them. Maybe it was a bit sneaky to use his powers to make Jack and Owen sleep more, but hell, what good were powers if he couldn’t use them to make his lovers take better care of them selves?
He had lost count of the number of times Owen had watched him across the hub after an accident in the field, or the number of times he had caught Jack listening to his heartbeat when he really should be concentrating on his paper work.
Ianto pushed himself off the floor, feeling his anger flare up again. It was one thing for the weevils to harass him. But now they were hurting Owen. That would not be allowed to continue.
The lion stood next to him, tail whipping angrily, all but one purple tentacle tucked tightly against it’s back. He growled quietly. Clearly he was a unhappy with Owen's condition as Ianto was. The lion reached out with a tentacle, wrapping it lightly around Ianto’s wrist.
Ianto gave the lion a rueful grin, ruffling it’s fur. "Come on then." He looked up over his shoulder to the corner of Jack’s office where the small orbit camera hovered. It beeped inquisitively at him. "You too. Doctor’s orders." OC let out a small squeak and dived towards the Welshman, following behind as Ianto stalked off towards the cells, determined to put the weevil's in their place.
Ianto entered into the row of cells, wincing at the psychic lash that hit him the moment the weevils saw him. He grit his teeth, pushed his shields up harder and kept going. There were eleven weevils now, nine that seemed to have some sort of psychic powers, if you included the newest. Brad and Janet, their long term guests were behaving, but their health had deteriorated as more and more new weevils were brought in. Brad’s breakfast sill sat on the floor, mostly untouched.
"You all are being very bad! Stop it this instant! I’ve dealt with a lot of weevils over the years, and none of them have ever been such wankers!" Some of the weevils backed off at his glare, other hissed and slammed against the glass and his shields. They all felt just a little different. Some harsher. Like the difference between splinters and rope burn. Ianto pushed back as the lion roared and most of them jumped away from the glass.
Ianto reached the end of the hall and stared in at the newest weevil, she was sprawled on the floor, glaring at him idly. "Why must you all be like this...you don't see Janet acting this way do you?"
The weevil snarled and Ianto felt her clumsily shove against his mind, numbed and slow by the sedatives Owen had put in her breakfast. There was no other safe way to deal with them, but they took the pills easily enough, hidden in mounds of bargain bin hamburger.
Ianto sighed and pulled a nearby chair in front of her cell, spinning it around and sitting down, resting his arms on the high back. The lion hissed, but lay at his feet, keeping it’s body between ianto and the plexiglass wall.
He watched her glare bleary eyed at him. He felt her clumsily shoves at his shields again, barely a poke compared to what the weevils had been throwing at him for the last week. Hell even Owen could shove harder. Had his shields really been that weak in the field?
He still couldn't work out why these weevils were so much different from the familiar weevils he'd taken care of for years. He felt another, harder shove, sparking in his mind like small flames, as the weevil shifted, coming out from her sedation. He shored up his shields again.
"What so different about you, hey?” He asked quietly. She didn’t have a name yet, though Owen had come up with several rude descriptives. “Different breed? Evolution? Got into some steroids? Bitten by a radioactive spider? What?" He felt rather silly sitting there talking to a weevil, like he was going to get answers, but what else could he do? None of the tests Owen had been running for the last week had turned up anything and if this kept up at this pace, they were going to run out of space.
The weevil rolled over onto her knees, snarling, and he felt another rough shove. The pokes were getting harder as she got more alert and awake. It was different than the other weevils.
It wasn’t an attack exactly. Each little shove was slightly different, as if she were testing a fence, going around and around looking for weaknesses. Where the others had struck out blindly, there actually, almost, seemed to be deliberation on her part. The hair on the back of Ianto’s neck prickled as he shoved away the advances, pushing against her own primitive mind.
She pushed her self to her feet and stumbled to the glass and suddenly attacked. Ianto felt a violent stab at his shields, and he tumbled backwards out of the chair in shock. His shield was cracking around him like thin ice.
He hissed though his teeth and narrowed his eyes gathering his strength and shoved hard.
She shook her head sharply, then shoved at him, and he gasped in pain, stumbling back, fire crackled and snapped through his entire body. Ianto wasn’t sure he could breathe.
The lion roared again smacking the glass with his tentacles. In the cells the weevils began to snarl and hiss. He could feel them again, pushing at the cracks in his shield.
Ianto straightened and tried again, arms shaking as he held himself up. He refused to let a weevil not only try to push him around, but also hurt his lover. He lashed out and as one the weevils stumbled. But as one they leapt forward again
Suddenly the world exploded around Ianto, and he screamed.
Ianto watched fondly for a minute as his two lovers curled around each other, projecting love, and sleep at them. Maybe it was a bit sneaky to use his powers to make Jack and Owen sleep more, but hell, what good were powers if he couldn’t use them to make his lovers take better care of them selves?
He had lost count of the number of times Owen had watched him across the hub after an accident in the field, or the number of times he had caught Jack listening to his heartbeat when he really should be concentrating on his paper work.
Ianto pushed himself off the floor, feeling his anger flare up again. It was one thing for the weevils to harass him. But now they were hurting Owen. That would not be allowed to continue.
The lion stood next to him, tail whipping angrily, all but one purple tentacle tucked tightly against it’s back. He growled quietly. Clearly he was a unhappy with Owen's condition as Ianto was. The lion reached out with a tentacle, wrapping it lightly around Ianto’s wrist.
Ianto gave the lion a rueful grin, ruffling it’s fur. "Come on then." He looked up over his shoulder to the corner of Jack’s office where the small orbit camera hovered. It beeped inquisitively at him. "You too. Doctor’s orders." OC let out a small squeak and dived towards the Welshman, following behind as Ianto stalked off towards the cells, determined to put the weevil's in their place.
Ianto entered into the row of cells, wincing at the psychic lash that hit him the moment the weevils saw him. He grit his teeth, pushed his shields up harder and kept going. There were eleven weevils now, nine that seemed to have some sort of psychic powers, if you included the newest. Brad and Janet, their long term guests were behaving, but their health had deteriorated as more and more new weevils were brought in. Brad’s breakfast sill sat on the floor, mostly untouched.
"You all are being very bad! Stop it this instant! I’ve dealt with a lot of weevils over the years, and none of them have ever been such wankers!" Some of the weevils backed off at his glare, other hissed and slammed against the glass and his shields. They all felt just a little different. Some harsher. Like the difference between splinters and rope burn. Ianto pushed back as the lion roared and most of them jumped away from the glass.
Ianto reached the end of the hall and stared in at the newest weevil, she was sprawled on the floor, glaring at him idly. "Why must you all be like this...you don't see Janet acting this way do you?"
The weevil snarled and Ianto felt her clumsily shove against his mind, numbed and slow by the sedatives Owen had put in her breakfast. There was no other safe way to deal with them, but they took the pills easily enough, hidden in mounds of bargain bin hamburger.
Ianto sighed and pulled a nearby chair in front of her cell, spinning it around and sitting down, resting his arms on the high back. The lion hissed, but lay at his feet, keeping it’s body between ianto and the plexiglass wall.
He watched her glare bleary eyed at him. He felt her clumsily shoves at his shields again, barely a poke compared to what the weevils had been throwing at him for the last week. Hell even Owen could shove harder. Had his shields really been that weak in the field?
He still couldn't work out why these weevils were so much different from the familiar weevils he'd taken care of for years. He felt another, harder shove, sparking in his mind like small flames, as the weevil shifted, coming out from her sedation. He shored up his shields again.
"What so different about you, hey?” He asked quietly. She didn’t have a name yet, though Owen had come up with several rude descriptives. “Different breed? Evolution? Got into some steroids? Bitten by a radioactive spider? What?" He felt rather silly sitting there talking to a weevil, like he was going to get answers, but what else could he do? None of the tests Owen had been running for the last week had turned up anything and if this kept up at this pace, they were going to run out of space.
The weevil rolled over onto her knees, snarling, and he felt another rough shove. The pokes were getting harder as she got more alert and awake. It was different than the other weevils.
It wasn’t an attack exactly. Each little shove was slightly different, as if she were testing a fence, going around and around looking for weaknesses. Where the others had struck out blindly, there actually, almost, seemed to be deliberation on her part. The hair on the back of Ianto’s neck prickled as he shoved away the advances, pushing against her own primitive mind.
She pushed her self to her feet and stumbled to the glass and suddenly attacked. Ianto felt a violent stab at his shields, and he tumbled backwards out of the chair in shock. His shield was cracking around him like thin ice.
He hissed though his teeth and narrowed his eyes gathering his strength and shoved hard.
She shook her head sharply, then shoved at him, and he gasped in pain, stumbling back, fire crackled and snapped through his entire body. Ianto wasn’t sure he could breathe.
The lion roared again smacking the glass with his tentacles. In the cells the weevils began to snarl and hiss. He could feel them again, pushing at the cracks in his shield.
Ianto straightened and tried again, arms shaking as he held himself up. He refused to let a weevil not only try to push him around, but also hurt his lover. He lashed out and as one the weevils stumbled. But as one they leapt forward again
Suddenly the world exploded around Ianto, and he screamed.
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 06:43 pm (UTC)Will keep reading but just want to check how bad it will be.
Exit Wounds bad? (heartbreaking and upsetting to watch but still amazing)
or
Children of Earth bad? (RTD is trying to kill us)
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)I'd prefer to have a rough idea so I don't just suddenly go what the hell happened there. After COE I read a lot of angsty one shots and then started reading some funny ones to cheer myself up.
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 10:46 pm (UTC)And I avoid character death(well permanent character death. If it's going to be fixed, time reversed, Jack, Jack sexes them back to life, Highlander or other fandom with canon back from the deadness, whatever, I'm cool with it.) Because honestly my shows kill my favorites too damn much in canon, for me to want to read about it in my fun time.
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 11:03 pm (UTC)I know I shouldn't let fictional characters dictate my choices but they do, sometimes I feel I'm a little too invested in fandom.
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 09:41 pm (UTC)*sigh*
*hits weevil* STOP HURTING MY IANTO!!!
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 10:46 pm (UTC)