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dru_evilistaJack paced in front of his desk. God damn Ianto! His eyes flicked to the computer screen, at the live feed from OC, back at the flat with Ianto.
Owen sat in Jack's chair, eye never leaving the screen. "How the fuck does he talk us into these things? I swear to god I'm going to throttle him!"
Jack sighed and flop down across from the desk. "He's Ianto. We're his bitches." He rubbed his eyes. "He wanted to meditate and see if that helped. He doesn't want us around in case he...blows again or something.”
On the screen Ianto was lying stretched out on the floor in Owen’s flat, perfectly centered in a patch of sunlight. It was hard to tell if he was actually meditating, or just sleeping.
Owen sighed and pushed him self back sharply. "I'm going to go insane sitting here watching, not being able to do anything... Gwen's doing some research into any scientific cases like this. I'm gonna go see if she's got anything. Maybe we can figure this out."
Jack shot another look at the screen. "Same. Tosh is working on looking though metaphysical sites looking for anything similar to this. I'll see if I can give her a hand."
Both moved out of the office towards their co-workers hoping to take their minds off of the situation.
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Owen walked down the dim, damp halls towards the archive. He winced and turned his sense of smell lower. He hated it down here. It was smelly and creepy, and held far too many bad memories.
He needed to get a look at some files from Torchwood, and since Ianto was at home meditating, and the reason he was looking in the first place, he had to venture into Ianto's personal lair.
He stepped into the right room and blinked at the sight of Ianto's wolf hound stretched out on an old desk, eyeballing him. "Hey. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Ianto?"
The dog didn't answer, just wagged his tail, thumping against the stained wood. He hopped up and jumped down, pressing against Owen, making him stumble for a second before he could right himself.
Owen shook his head, and stroked the dog. "What are we gonna do with you two huh? Come on. You're part of Ianto. Maybe you can help me find that file..."
The dog panted happily and walked with him though the archives, as Owen searched for the section with the files he needed according to the the card catalog. He pulled out the photo he's taken during the autopsy, of the mark, more of a tattoo, or brand really. tw01-03-24 and a small triangle with a circle. He knew he'd seen it some where before, and he was pretty sure the files would tell him.
The room branched out, into long hallways, and smaller rooms. Most were labeled with small plaques, and it was a long walk before Owen found the one he was looking for. He poked his head into the open doorway and winced. The shelves went on for what seemed like forever, and towered over his head. This might take a while...
The dog rolled his eyes and trotted down to the second set of shelves, and carefully raised up, nosing a box at shoulder level. Owen followed and grinned. "Good boy! Thanks." He ruffled the dog’s ears and pulled out the box, dropping down the the floor, with the box in front of him so he could flip though the files.
"Gotcha." he murmured as he picked out the folder he had been looking for. He read through it quickly "Shit. Shitshitshit. I knew I've seen that mark before. Just fucking great. Lousy Torchwood bastards can't stop making my life hell, even after they're dead!" The dog nuzzled his shoulder sympathetically
He stood up and tucked the file under his arm, turning back towards the door. The dog looked at the box on the floor and barked, giving Owen a glare.
"Oh come on. I'll come back later and fix it. Christ you're as persnickety as Ianto..."
The dog glared again, but led Owen back up to the main hub, where he could share his finding with the others.
Owen sat in Jack's chair, eye never leaving the screen. "How the fuck does he talk us into these things? I swear to god I'm going to throttle him!"
Jack sighed and flop down across from the desk. "He's Ianto. We're his bitches." He rubbed his eyes. "He wanted to meditate and see if that helped. He doesn't want us around in case he...blows again or something.”
On the screen Ianto was lying stretched out on the floor in Owen’s flat, perfectly centered in a patch of sunlight. It was hard to tell if he was actually meditating, or just sleeping.
Owen sighed and pushed him self back sharply. "I'm going to go insane sitting here watching, not being able to do anything... Gwen's doing some research into any scientific cases like this. I'm gonna go see if she's got anything. Maybe we can figure this out."
Jack shot another look at the screen. "Same. Tosh is working on looking though metaphysical sites looking for anything similar to this. I'll see if I can give her a hand."
Both moved out of the office towards their co-workers hoping to take their minds off of the situation.
---
Owen walked down the dim, damp halls towards the archive. He winced and turned his sense of smell lower. He hated it down here. It was smelly and creepy, and held far too many bad memories.
He needed to get a look at some files from Torchwood, and since Ianto was at home meditating, and the reason he was looking in the first place, he had to venture into Ianto's personal lair.
He stepped into the right room and blinked at the sight of Ianto's wolf hound stretched out on an old desk, eyeballing him. "Hey. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Ianto?"
The dog didn't answer, just wagged his tail, thumping against the stained wood. He hopped up and jumped down, pressing against Owen, making him stumble for a second before he could right himself.
Owen shook his head, and stroked the dog. "What are we gonna do with you two huh? Come on. You're part of Ianto. Maybe you can help me find that file..."
The dog panted happily and walked with him though the archives, as Owen searched for the section with the files he needed according to the the card catalog. He pulled out the photo he's taken during the autopsy, of the mark, more of a tattoo, or brand really. tw01-03-24 and a small triangle with a circle. He knew he'd seen it some where before, and he was pretty sure the files would tell him.
The room branched out, into long hallways, and smaller rooms. Most were labeled with small plaques, and it was a long walk before Owen found the one he was looking for. He poked his head into the open doorway and winced. The shelves went on for what seemed like forever, and towered over his head. This might take a while...
The dog rolled his eyes and trotted down to the second set of shelves, and carefully raised up, nosing a box at shoulder level. Owen followed and grinned. "Good boy! Thanks." He ruffled the dog’s ears and pulled out the box, dropping down the the floor, with the box in front of him so he could flip though the files.
"Gotcha." he murmured as he picked out the folder he had been looking for. He read through it quickly "Shit. Shitshitshit. I knew I've seen that mark before. Just fucking great. Lousy Torchwood bastards can't stop making my life hell, even after they're dead!" The dog nuzzled his shoulder sympathetically
He stood up and tucked the file under his arm, turning back towards the door. The dog looked at the box on the floor and barked, giving Owen a glare.
"Oh come on. I'll come back later and fix it. Christ you're as persnickety as Ianto..."
The dog glared again, but led Owen back up to the main hub, where he could share his finding with the others.
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Date: Wednesday, August 19th, 2009 06:22 am (UTC)