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Well this is it. The end. *looks at title* Um. This is chapter's 48-61. Totally. We're not bad at counting or anything like that. No not at all... *shifty look*
Thank you so much to all of our readers and reviewers! We're thrilled you liked this fic, and we hope you enjoy the end as much as you enjoyed the beginning and middle. Thanks for hanging on and still reading though this whole crazy ride all these long months.
Jack glared at the weevil behind the plexi glass, as Ianto fed the alien. "Did we have to keep one of them?"
"For research." Owen muttered, not looking up from his readings, though he snarled at the weevil, as he got too close to Ianto.
"Jack, Owen stop acting like children. He's harmless."
Frankie, the weevil, snarled then flinched when Ianto pinned him with a glare.
"Alright, everyone is fed, all the humans are properly caffeinated, time to meditate."
Owen mumbled something, not really paying attention as he stepped closer to the cell, still taking readings.
Ianto sighed. “Jack: would you?”
Jack snorted and rolled his eyes. He plucked the computer out of Owen's hands, stuffing it in his pocket, threw the yelping medic over his shoulder and bounced out of the vault, Owen's protesting howls echoed, making the weevils hiss and snarl.
Ianto laughed, shaking his head, while he wiped his hands off and followed his two crazy lovers upstairs.
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Ianto's fingers ran over the crystal in his hand, mind wandering, as Owen and Jack bickered next to him.
It had been a long, long, long few months. Now things were finely settling down, and getting back to normal. Or as normal as you could get when two of them had enhanced senses, and the third psychic powers, with the ability to blow up living creature’s heads.
After a while of grumbling, shuffling, and pushing, Jack and Owen settled down next to him, taking their own crystals. Owen was still sulking after all these months, of his total inability to get any tingles from the crystals.
"All I'm saying is it’s not fair! You and Jack are all vibrat-y and I get nothing!"
Jack grinned and stuck his tongue out at Owen. "Well, we're just better than you!"
Owen looked ready to lunge over Ianto's lap to strangle Jack, so Ianto put a hand on his knee. "Now that things are calming down again, I'll set aside some time to try to help you out with energy work, okay?"
Owen scowled and muttered under his breath.
"I heard that." Jack taunted.
"Boys! I swear sometimes I feel like a babysitter... and no! I do not want to role-play Jack!"
Jack closed his mouth and pouted slightly.
"...so Owen, do you want to play with crystals now?"
"Sure!"
"Oi! Aren't we supposed to be working on Ianto poking us, without our heads exploding?" Jack demanded, noting Ianto's shifty look.
"I- we can do that later."
"Iaaanto."
"Jack...I don't want to hurt either of you again."
"That's why you need to practice, and get control. Just like Owen and I have to practice our powers. Would you let us just slack off on testing our senses?"
Ianto scowled. "I hate it when you use logic on me. Fine. But if you die, you're cleaning us the mess, and I'm saying 'I told you so!', and locking my self in the vault."
"You're not locking your self in the vault." Owen told him.
"Owen, maybe you should wait somewhere else...like the pizza shop down at the other end of the Plass?"
"Shut up, and start poking, bitch."
Ianto glared at Owen and thought about whacking him over the head with one of the larger crystals. He didn't, but he thought about it.
Owen raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"
Ianto looked mutinous.
Jack soothingly rubbed a hand up and down his spine before gently prying Ianto’s fingernails out of his palm, and replaced them with a crystal. "It'll be fine Ianto. Breathe. Just breathe and relax. How about I poke you first, and when you feel more comfortable, you poke back?"
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, fingers flexing around the crystal, breath coming harshly. He swallowed convulsively and forced him self to slowly relax. After several minutes he opened his eyes and nodded at Jack.
Ianto pushed up his shields, and waited. He felt a gentle, inquisitive, warm nudge from Jack.
Ianto let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Nothing happened. No one's head exploded. Everyone was okay. He flashed Jack a small smile. "Uh, so far, so good."
Jack flashed him a grin, and poked at his shields a bit harder.
Ianto let out a slightly unmanly giggle. He could not believe this was actually working so well. He jumped slightly when he felt a rougher, less trained jab at his shield. Owen.
"Owen, don't surprise me like that, unless you ENJOYED the whole dying thing..."
"I don't know, I think it was kind of fun. Don't know why Jack's always whining, it wasn't that bad. Messy though...you owe me a new couch and rug by the way."
"Owen....shut the fuck up, sweetheart." Jack said sweetly.
Owen snickered, then tried to look like he was sorry.
Ianto gave him a disproving frown, secretly appreciating his attempt to diffuse the situation with humor, and looked back at Jack.
Jack smacked Owen upside the head at the same time he sent another gentle poke at Ianto.
Ianto breathed slowly, forcing him self to stay relaxed and just go with the flow. Like being at a rock concert, if you tense up and fight the loudness, it hurts more, if you just let go and go with it, it washes over you and though you without hurting.
Finely he tentively reached out and just barely, feather lightly, touched Jack's mind with his own.
Jack grinned blindingly at him. "Good Ianto! Good!"
"Jack, if you speak to me like I'm a puppy who piddled on the newspaper, one more time, I will give you decaff for a week."
"...I'm just being supportive." Jack pouted, poking Ianto back.
Ianto narrowed his eyes and gave Jack the mental equivalent of a smack to the head.
Jack laughed, and gave him a gentle shove.
The light poking and shoving continued until Ianto felt the dull throb of a headache building and called a halt. "Okay, I think it's time to end to this for now." Ianto rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes.
Owen scowled, moving instantly to Ianto's side, running a scanner; he seemed to pull out of nowhere, over Ianto.
"I'm fine Owen. It's just a headache. You know it happens after using my powers for a while."
"Shut up. Autopsy bay. Now." Owen grunted glaring half at Ianto, half at the scanner.
Ianto rolled his eyes, the headache already fading. "Owen if you keep dragging me down to run tests every time I twitch wrong, it's really not going to encourage me to tell you when I'm hurt. Or to keep using my powers."
Owen looked ready to throttle Ianto.
Ianto gave Owen a not so gentle mental shove, and followed up with a physical smack. "I'm fine Owen. The pain is already mostly gone. I'm not a fragile, delicate flower you need to coddle. I'm fine. I swear. Now come on, we have actual work, I know for a fact you have a backlog of autopsies and I have filing to do. And Jack, if that paperwork isn't finished by the end of the day..." Ianto let the threat trail off, giving Jack a look.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Jones sir." Jack, said, jumping to his feet, threw off a salute, grinning, and pulled Ianto and Owen up.
Owen scowled intently at Ianto, eye searching his face for the tiniest muscle twitch, line, any hint of pain.
Ianto physically turned Owen around and pushed him out of the conference room. "Autopsy!" Owen grumbled, but left.
Jack pulled Ianto in, kissing him deeply. He dipped Ianto back like a Hollywood starlet, before releasing him, giving him a slap on the ass and skipping out, down to his office to get started on his paperwork.
Ianto blinked owlishly for a minute before shaking his head and laughing, and headed down to the archives to get some filing done.
His eyes flicked over Owen, playing a handheld video game over a corpse, then over Jack looking at porn on the Internet, instead of doing paperwork. He rolled his eyes and kept going, hardly pausing.
Jack and Owen were goofing off. Things were finally getting back to normal in Torchwood.
Thank you so much to all of our readers and reviewers! We're thrilled you liked this fic, and we hope you enjoy the end as much as you enjoyed the beginning and middle. Thanks for hanging on and still reading though this whole crazy ride all these long months.
Jack glared at the weevil behind the plexi glass, as Ianto fed the alien. "Did we have to keep one of them?"
"For research." Owen muttered, not looking up from his readings, though he snarled at the weevil, as he got too close to Ianto.
"Jack, Owen stop acting like children. He's harmless."
Frankie, the weevil, snarled then flinched when Ianto pinned him with a glare.
"Alright, everyone is fed, all the humans are properly caffeinated, time to meditate."
Owen mumbled something, not really paying attention as he stepped closer to the cell, still taking readings.
Ianto sighed. “Jack: would you?”
Jack snorted and rolled his eyes. He plucked the computer out of Owen's hands, stuffing it in his pocket, threw the yelping medic over his shoulder and bounced out of the vault, Owen's protesting howls echoed, making the weevils hiss and snarl.
Ianto laughed, shaking his head, while he wiped his hands off and followed his two crazy lovers upstairs.
---
Ianto's fingers ran over the crystal in his hand, mind wandering, as Owen and Jack bickered next to him.
It had been a long, long, long few months. Now things were finely settling down, and getting back to normal. Or as normal as you could get when two of them had enhanced senses, and the third psychic powers, with the ability to blow up living creature’s heads.
After a while of grumbling, shuffling, and pushing, Jack and Owen settled down next to him, taking their own crystals. Owen was still sulking after all these months, of his total inability to get any tingles from the crystals.
"All I'm saying is it’s not fair! You and Jack are all vibrat-y and I get nothing!"
Jack grinned and stuck his tongue out at Owen. "Well, we're just better than you!"
Owen looked ready to lunge over Ianto's lap to strangle Jack, so Ianto put a hand on his knee. "Now that things are calming down again, I'll set aside some time to try to help you out with energy work, okay?"
Owen scowled and muttered under his breath.
"I heard that." Jack taunted.
"Boys! I swear sometimes I feel like a babysitter... and no! I do not want to role-play Jack!"
Jack closed his mouth and pouted slightly.
"...so Owen, do you want to play with crystals now?"
"Sure!"
"Oi! Aren't we supposed to be working on Ianto poking us, without our heads exploding?" Jack demanded, noting Ianto's shifty look.
"I- we can do that later."
"Iaaanto."
"Jack...I don't want to hurt either of you again."
"That's why you need to practice, and get control. Just like Owen and I have to practice our powers. Would you let us just slack off on testing our senses?"
Ianto scowled. "I hate it when you use logic on me. Fine. But if you die, you're cleaning us the mess, and I'm saying 'I told you so!', and locking my self in the vault."
"You're not locking your self in the vault." Owen told him.
"Owen, maybe you should wait somewhere else...like the pizza shop down at the other end of the Plass?"
"Shut up, and start poking, bitch."
Ianto glared at Owen and thought about whacking him over the head with one of the larger crystals. He didn't, but he thought about it.
Owen raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"
Ianto looked mutinous.
Jack soothingly rubbed a hand up and down his spine before gently prying Ianto’s fingernails out of his palm, and replaced them with a crystal. "It'll be fine Ianto. Breathe. Just breathe and relax. How about I poke you first, and when you feel more comfortable, you poke back?"
Ianto squeezed his eyes shut, fingers flexing around the crystal, breath coming harshly. He swallowed convulsively and forced him self to slowly relax. After several minutes he opened his eyes and nodded at Jack.
Ianto pushed up his shields, and waited. He felt a gentle, inquisitive, warm nudge from Jack.
Ianto let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Nothing happened. No one's head exploded. Everyone was okay. He flashed Jack a small smile. "Uh, so far, so good."
Jack flashed him a grin, and poked at his shields a bit harder.
Ianto let out a slightly unmanly giggle. He could not believe this was actually working so well. He jumped slightly when he felt a rougher, less trained jab at his shield. Owen.
"Owen, don't surprise me like that, unless you ENJOYED the whole dying thing..."
"I don't know, I think it was kind of fun. Don't know why Jack's always whining, it wasn't that bad. Messy though...you owe me a new couch and rug by the way."
"Owen....shut the fuck up, sweetheart." Jack said sweetly.
Owen snickered, then tried to look like he was sorry.
Ianto gave him a disproving frown, secretly appreciating his attempt to diffuse the situation with humor, and looked back at Jack.
Jack smacked Owen upside the head at the same time he sent another gentle poke at Ianto.
Ianto breathed slowly, forcing him self to stay relaxed and just go with the flow. Like being at a rock concert, if you tense up and fight the loudness, it hurts more, if you just let go and go with it, it washes over you and though you without hurting.
Finely he tentively reached out and just barely, feather lightly, touched Jack's mind with his own.
Jack grinned blindingly at him. "Good Ianto! Good!"
"Jack, if you speak to me like I'm a puppy who piddled on the newspaper, one more time, I will give you decaff for a week."
"...I'm just being supportive." Jack pouted, poking Ianto back.
Ianto narrowed his eyes and gave Jack the mental equivalent of a smack to the head.
Jack laughed, and gave him a gentle shove.
The light poking and shoving continued until Ianto felt the dull throb of a headache building and called a halt. "Okay, I think it's time to end to this for now." Ianto rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes.
Owen scowled, moving instantly to Ianto's side, running a scanner; he seemed to pull out of nowhere, over Ianto.
"I'm fine Owen. It's just a headache. You know it happens after using my powers for a while."
"Shut up. Autopsy bay. Now." Owen grunted glaring half at Ianto, half at the scanner.
Ianto rolled his eyes, the headache already fading. "Owen if you keep dragging me down to run tests every time I twitch wrong, it's really not going to encourage me to tell you when I'm hurt. Or to keep using my powers."
Owen looked ready to throttle Ianto.
Ianto gave Owen a not so gentle mental shove, and followed up with a physical smack. "I'm fine Owen. The pain is already mostly gone. I'm not a fragile, delicate flower you need to coddle. I'm fine. I swear. Now come on, we have actual work, I know for a fact you have a backlog of autopsies and I have filing to do. And Jack, if that paperwork isn't finished by the end of the day..." Ianto let the threat trail off, giving Jack a look.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Jones sir." Jack, said, jumping to his feet, threw off a salute, grinning, and pulled Ianto and Owen up.
Owen scowled intently at Ianto, eye searching his face for the tiniest muscle twitch, line, any hint of pain.
Ianto physically turned Owen around and pushed him out of the conference room. "Autopsy!" Owen grumbled, but left.
Jack pulled Ianto in, kissing him deeply. He dipped Ianto back like a Hollywood starlet, before releasing him, giving him a slap on the ass and skipping out, down to his office to get started on his paperwork.
Ianto blinked owlishly for a minute before shaking his head and laughing, and headed down to the archives to get some filing done.
His eyes flicked over Owen, playing a handheld video game over a corpse, then over Jack looking at porn on the Internet, instead of doing paperwork. He rolled his eyes and kept going, hardly pausing.
Jack and Owen were goofing off. Things were finally getting back to normal in Torchwood.
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Date: Saturday, April 10th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)Cure the Senses and Cure the Soul
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Re: Cure the Senses and Cure the Soul
Date: Friday, July 16th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)As for more, there aren't any current plans.