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dru_evilistaAfter getting at least a few bites of food into Ianto, Owen finally relented and given him a sedative. He wasn’t happy about doing it, but Ianto was just upsetting himself by being awake. Owen stayed with his younger lover until Ianto fell asleep, and then quietly made his way to the living room.
Jack was sitting on the couch, and nearly as soon as Owen joined him, Ianto’s spirit dog appeared and climbed into Jack's lap, arranging his bulk carefully, too large and heavy to be truly comfortable.
Owen leaned into Jack's side, petting the dog, and shifting it so that they shared the animals weight. "He’s asleep. So…"
"So. Um...” Jack trailed off. “You were saying something about tattoos earlier?" he asked abruptly.
"Yeah. Didn’t want to say anything until the meeting. I found them on the inside of the lips of all our dead Super weevils. They looked vaguely familiar so I tracked them down in the archives. They were identification codes. Torchwood One used to mark weevils they were experimenting on."
Jack's hand instinctively tightened around the dog's fur, and the large animal yelped. "Sorry boy.” he muttered. The dog licked his face, accepting the apology, and Jack continued. “So these weevils were victims of Torchwood's sick games? Just great."
Owen nodded against Jack's shoulder. "Yeah. More causalities of Torchwood. Wanted super soldiers. The good news is they are…well.. were sterile. There’s not too much information, but it looks like they might have been screwing around with their psychic abilities, probably to control them. You saw how Ianto could push them around.”
“So they get someone who’s a strong psychic-“
“Or a guide.”
“What?” Jack growled.
“The same group working with Sentinels and Guides. Well, that’s who the group working with the weevils reported to,”
“So, they were going to- fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Jack kissed the top of Owen's head. "Yes. We'll fix this. We'll make this better."
The dog whined pitifully and nudged them to talk less, pet more. While Ianto had pushed them away, his spirit guide demanded attention.
Jack scratched behind his ears, while hugging Owen with his free arm. "This will get better. It has too."
Owen sighed, ruffling the dog’s fur. He wished he could be so sure.
---
Ianto walked though the woods. They were slightly hazy, probably from the medication. He circled the bubbled off area. It was wrong. This was his own mind, why couldn't he get in there?
He kicked the bubble in irritation. It didn’t have any effect, though his toes throbbed ever so slightly.
There was just something wrong with not being able to get access to a part of his own mind. He was Ianto Jones. He was Torchwood. Torchwood Three, he quickly corrected. He had access to every part of Torchwood, there was no computer system he or Tosh couldn't hack into. He just was not used to not being able to get into somewhere. He had even found Jack’s secret alcohol for christ’s sake.
Ianto growled and tensed his whole body, preparing to throw him self against the bubble. He was getting though there, dammit!
- -
It had been an hour since Owen had joined Jack on the couch. Owen was still petting the large dog, and Jack had just started to doze when he heard a low, frightening noise from the next room.
Jack head snapped around and he stared towards the bedroom. "Ianto?"
"What's wrong?!" Owen demanded, jerking upright.
"Ianto just...growled I think." Jack pushed the dog down off his lap and went into the bedroom, Owen at his heels.
Both stopped as they saw Ianto arching on the bed, muscles tensed, jaw clenched tightly. Owen shot across the room and started examining Ianto. "Yan?! Yan come on! Wake up!"
"Is he having a seizure?!"
"I don't think so. I think he's acting out his dreams, or something." Owen mumbled, still looking him over.
Jack knelt on the bed next to Ianto and shook his shoulder gently. "Ianto? Ianto wake up, sweetheart it's okay, wake up."
“That’s not going to work Jack” Owen ignored the fact that he had just tried it himself. “He’s still full of sedatives. Look, he’s relaxing now. It’s okay.”
Of course, Ianto chose just that moment to tense again, back arching up off the bed, straining against his lovers hands.
Owen growled, and slid his hand up to shake Ianto’s shoulder. “Goddammit. Ianto! Wake up!”
---
Ianto prepared to throw himself at the bubble again when he felt something. Something shaking him. Fear surged though him as he spun to face the woods. There was no one here. There shouldn’t be anyone here. He took a breath and got ready to lash out, protecting himself from the unseen threat. Behind him the bubble wavered, walls thinning as the threat grew closer.
---
Jack and Owen jerked back as Ianto's large wolfhound leapt onto the bed and moved between them and Ianto. Using his large body, the dog shoved them away, standing over Ianto guarding him..
"Hey! Oi, Dog! Come on, shove over! I'm trying to work here!"
The dog gave him a look of pure condescending, and laid down. resting his head on Ianto's chest, grumbling and showing his teeth when either of the men got to close.
---
Ianto felt a sense of warmth and protection settling over him. He paused and relaxed as he felt the reassuring presence of his animal guide, even if he couldn't see it. Faintly he heard a soft warning growl, and the threat he had felt before was gone.
He settled down and turned back to pondering the bubbled off area, trying to think his way in, rather then force it. There had to be something.
Jack was sitting on the couch, and nearly as soon as Owen joined him, Ianto’s spirit dog appeared and climbed into Jack's lap, arranging his bulk carefully, too large and heavy to be truly comfortable.
Owen leaned into Jack's side, petting the dog, and shifting it so that they shared the animals weight. "He’s asleep. So…"
"So. Um...” Jack trailed off. “You were saying something about tattoos earlier?" he asked abruptly.
"Yeah. Didn’t want to say anything until the meeting. I found them on the inside of the lips of all our dead Super weevils. They looked vaguely familiar so I tracked them down in the archives. They were identification codes. Torchwood One used to mark weevils they were experimenting on."
Jack's hand instinctively tightened around the dog's fur, and the large animal yelped. "Sorry boy.” he muttered. The dog licked his face, accepting the apology, and Jack continued. “So these weevils were victims of Torchwood's sick games? Just great."
Owen nodded against Jack's shoulder. "Yeah. More causalities of Torchwood. Wanted super soldiers. The good news is they are…well.. were sterile. There’s not too much information, but it looks like they might have been screwing around with their psychic abilities, probably to control them. You saw how Ianto could push them around.”
“So they get someone who’s a strong psychic-“
“Or a guide.”
“What?” Jack growled.
“The same group working with Sentinels and Guides. Well, that’s who the group working with the weevils reported to,”
“So, they were going to- fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Jack kissed the top of Owen's head. "Yes. We'll fix this. We'll make this better."
The dog whined pitifully and nudged them to talk less, pet more. While Ianto had pushed them away, his spirit guide demanded attention.
Jack scratched behind his ears, while hugging Owen with his free arm. "This will get better. It has too."
Owen sighed, ruffling the dog’s fur. He wished he could be so sure.
---
Ianto walked though the woods. They were slightly hazy, probably from the medication. He circled the bubbled off area. It was wrong. This was his own mind, why couldn't he get in there?
He kicked the bubble in irritation. It didn’t have any effect, though his toes throbbed ever so slightly.
There was just something wrong with not being able to get access to a part of his own mind. He was Ianto Jones. He was Torchwood. Torchwood Three, he quickly corrected. He had access to every part of Torchwood, there was no computer system he or Tosh couldn't hack into. He just was not used to not being able to get into somewhere. He had even found Jack’s secret alcohol for christ’s sake.
Ianto growled and tensed his whole body, preparing to throw him self against the bubble. He was getting though there, dammit!
- -
It had been an hour since Owen had joined Jack on the couch. Owen was still petting the large dog, and Jack had just started to doze when he heard a low, frightening noise from the next room.
Jack head snapped around and he stared towards the bedroom. "Ianto?"
"What's wrong?!" Owen demanded, jerking upright.
"Ianto just...growled I think." Jack pushed the dog down off his lap and went into the bedroom, Owen at his heels.
Both stopped as they saw Ianto arching on the bed, muscles tensed, jaw clenched tightly. Owen shot across the room and started examining Ianto. "Yan?! Yan come on! Wake up!"
"Is he having a seizure?!"
"I don't think so. I think he's acting out his dreams, or something." Owen mumbled, still looking him over.
Jack knelt on the bed next to Ianto and shook his shoulder gently. "Ianto? Ianto wake up, sweetheart it's okay, wake up."
“That’s not going to work Jack” Owen ignored the fact that he had just tried it himself. “He’s still full of sedatives. Look, he’s relaxing now. It’s okay.”
Of course, Ianto chose just that moment to tense again, back arching up off the bed, straining against his lovers hands.
Owen growled, and slid his hand up to shake Ianto’s shoulder. “Goddammit. Ianto! Wake up!”
---
Ianto prepared to throw himself at the bubble again when he felt something. Something shaking him. Fear surged though him as he spun to face the woods. There was no one here. There shouldn’t be anyone here. He took a breath and got ready to lash out, protecting himself from the unseen threat. Behind him the bubble wavered, walls thinning as the threat grew closer.
---
Jack and Owen jerked back as Ianto's large wolfhound leapt onto the bed and moved between them and Ianto. Using his large body, the dog shoved them away, standing over Ianto guarding him..
"Hey! Oi, Dog! Come on, shove over! I'm trying to work here!"
The dog gave him a look of pure condescending, and laid down. resting his head on Ianto's chest, grumbling and showing his teeth when either of the men got to close.
---
Ianto felt a sense of warmth and protection settling over him. He paused and relaxed as he felt the reassuring presence of his animal guide, even if he couldn't see it. Faintly he heard a soft warning growl, and the threat he had felt before was gone.
He settled down and turned back to pondering the bubbled off area, trying to think his way in, rather then force it. There had to be something.
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Date: Friday, August 21st, 2009 09:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, August 21st, 2009 03:23 pm (UTC)*glares at Torchwood 1* Stupid assholes and their experiments.