Fic: The Sea After a Storm (84/?)
Title: The Sea After a Storm, Chapter 84
DIRECT LINK TO THE LAST CHAPTER AND ANOTHER DIRECT LINK TO THE ORG POST FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS A REFRESHER ON WHERE THE HECK WE ARE!
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, a little bad language and more Zombie!Owen ;-)
Spoilers: Season Two thru A Day in the Death (2x08)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Doctor Who and all their wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Andy Goddard for situations and dialogue borrowed from A Day in the Death. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which the team investigate a recluse with a strange alien object while everyone tries to adjust to Owen's 'death'...
Notes: I cannot tell you how happy I am to be back! I have a nice bank of chapters and I've been managing around 500 words a day lately (most days, anyway) and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that there are NO MORE BREAKS before the end of Season 2. Love you all for coming back! You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend thraceadams for all the help and support and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
From the end of Chapter 83 to set the scene...
Ianto had almost completed the suspension paperwork when Owen finally came in. Jack called them both into his office before Owen had even removed his jacket. Ianto stood to the back whilst Jack took a seat at his desk.
"Morning," Owen said as he joined them. "What's going on?"
Jack rested his arms on his desk, tapping his fingertips together. When he spoke, he addressed his comments to the wall, not looking directly at Owen. "Doctor Owen Harper, Torchwood Officer 565, I'm relieving you of your position."
"Bollocks!" Owen said immediately. "I'm sorry, Jack, this is bollocks!"
"Hand in your weapon and your security pass," Jack continued in that same cold voice.
"But why? I'm fine," Owen protested.
"Three days ago you died," Jack said, looking up for a second. "We need to examine you. We need to find out what you are." Jack dropped his eyes. "We need to be certain you're okay."
"Yeah, well, it almost sounds as if you care," Owen scoffed. "Well done."
Jack finally looked directly at Owen. "Until I'm confident you're fit for duty, Martha Jones will replace you as Torchwood's new medical officer."
Ianto glanced out at the Hub to where Martha was talking quietly to Tosh, wishing he were somewhere - anywhere - else. A nice bog, perhaps, or a nest of weevils...
"She's doing all right out of this, isn't she?" Owen sneered.
Jack stood. "She's worked out a series of test and examinations."
"And what if I refuse?" Owen turned slightly as Jack strode over to him, looming over him menacingly.
"You'll be confined to the cells," Jack said.
Ianto stepped forward at that, moving to Owen's side in a show of support. Jack either didn't register Ianto's movement or he didn't care. He kept talking.
"The tests will be done. And if the results show that you're a danger to the team, appropriate steps will be taken."
Owen turned away as Jack stepped even closer.
"I'm asking you, Owen. Please." Jack sounded more like himself than he had all morning. "Let us help you. Let us make sure you're safe."
After a painful pause, Ianto said quietly, "I'm gonna need your gun."
Owen turned and looked at him with such pain on his face that Ianto nearly faltered. It took a long moment, but Owen finally pulled his gun from under his jacket and handed to Ianto.
"And your security pass." Ianto holstered Owen's gun, the weight at his back feeling a hundred times heavier than the gun itself. He cursed Jack again silently as Owen gave him another disbelieving look. "Please..." he added softly.
Owen crossed his arms protectively over his chest as Ianto sealed his badge in an evidence bag. "And how long are Doctor Jones' test going to take?" he asked.
"As long as they need to," Jack said, the coldness back in his voice. He moved back behind his desk.
"And what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?!" Owen shouted.
Jack shrugged carelessly and picked up his blue striped mug. "We always need someone to make coffee," he suggested.
"Oh, no," Owen said.
Oh no, Ianto thought.
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Eighty-Four
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Jack relieved Owen of his duties at Torchwood...
"You're not serious, Jack, come on!" Owen protested.
Jack waved them away as he sat down at his desk again. "I've said my piece," he said dismissively.
"Well, I haven't!" Owen shouted. "And -"
Ianto grabbed Owen's arm and tugged him out of Jack's office and over to his own workstation.
"There's no point," he said quietly once Owen stopped yelling.
For a second it looked like Owen was going to argue some more, but then all the fight went out of him and he dropped into the chair in front of the fridge. Ianto let him sit as he made single cup of coffee, narrating his actions as he went. He was on auto-pilot, though, barely listening to his own words since all he could hear was Jack's cold voice telling him that this is all he was good for.
When the cup was full, he held it out with a flourish. "Voilà, fresh and strong," he said, taking a deep breath of the fragrant steam. He hummed appreciatively. This right here, is easily the best part of my day so far, he thought.
Owen hauled himself out of the chair and stepped over to the coffee machine as Ianto stepped back. He handed the cup to Owen.
"And, uh... we couldn't just have a jar of instant, no?" Owen asked derisively even as he imitated Ianto and sniffed the coffee.
Ianto's smile fell. "I thought you liked your coffee."
"Have you seen what happens when I drink these days?" Owen raised the cup to his lips in a clear threat.
"Yeah," Ianto said, hurriedly taking the cup from Owen. "Thank you." He set the cup on the counter, Owen's words banishing any desire he might have had to actually drink the coffee. "Do you wanna go?" he asked.
"Ooh, please," Owen said, rolling his eyes as he turned around. He grabbed the lever, completely skipping all the steps involved with the coffee beans themselves, and tugged, making the cups rattle as he jerked on the machine.
Ianto stood behind Owen, torn between giving Owen a moment to figure it out and the desire to rescue his espresso machine from serious damage. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out and stopping Owen.
"Come on. What's wrong with this?" Owen complained, his frustration growing.
"You, um..." Ianto was unsure how to remind Owen nicely that the first step was grinding the beans and not just yanking on any part of the machine that stuck out.
Owen grabbed both levers at once and gave the machine a vicious shake. Ianto cringed as several plates and a mug crashed to the floor and shattered as Owen gave up and slumped over the machine in defeat. Movement by the stairs caught Ianto's eye and he glanced over to see Jack and Martha. When Jack looked back at them, a sneer distorted his handsome features and Owen gave a deep sigh, resting his chin on top of the machine.
"You okay?" he asked Owen softly after Jack had looked away from them.
Owen sighed again. "What do you think?" he muttered as he turned around. "I bet you're loving this aren't you?" he accused. "It's like you've finally won."
It took some effort, but Ianto kept his face passive and didn't react to Owen's jibe. "I didn't realise we were in competition," he said evenly.
"Oh, come on!" Owen said with an exaggerated eye roll. "Even Tosh had more of a life than you used to."
Ianto dropped his eyes and looked down at the floor. He focussed on the broken bits of china rather than Owen's words. Where exactly does it say 'punching bag' in my job description? he thought. Between Jack and Owen, he'd had just about enough.
"And now you're always out on missions, you're shagging Jack and I'm stuck here making the coffee," Owen continued.
Ianto couldn't take it anymore. He stepped up to the espresso machine and started cleaning out the grounds, just to have something to do.
"It's not like that... me and Jack," he said tersely.
"Yeah, yeah..." Owen dismissed his comment. "You and Jack. Gwen's getting married. Martha's got her bloke. God, even Tosh had Tommy. This is really shit!"
"We've all gone through shit," Ianto said, his back to Owen. He folded up the tea towel as carefully as he chose his next words. "I've seen you dissect alien corpses. I've seen you save so many lives..." He slipped his watch out of his pocket and glanced at the time. "Are you really going to let this beat you?" he challenged quietly and then picked up the cup of coffee and headed up to the Tourist Office.
He'd had just about enough of his colleagues for the day and it wasn't even ten yet.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It was just after noon before anyone bothered him again. He was just finishing an early, solitary lunch when his phone beeped with a concise text message from Jack: Team mtg. NOW.
Ianto took a moment to tidy up his desk, dumping the wrapper from his sandwich in the bin. Before he'd even stood up, his phone rang.
"Yeah, Tosh?" he said by way of greeting after looking at the display.
"Hi, Ianto, um... Jack says to get down here right now. I'm so sorry, he made me ring you."
"I'm on my way. I got the text message all of twenty seconds ago," Ianto said calmly, reminding himself that Tosh was one of the few people downstairs he wasn't angry with.
"Oh. That's weird. We've all been down here waiting on you -" Tosh broke off, her voice muffled for a moment. "Sorry, anyway Jack wants you to get a move on - his words, not mine."
"I'm heading to the lift now. And tell Jack thanks for the advance notice," Ianto said, sounding a little more bitter than he'd intended.
"Um... I'd really rather not."
Ianto chuckled wryly. "See you in a minute," he said and ended the call. He hurried down to the boardroom, deliberately not looking at Owen who was messing around with his coffee machine again. He hunched his shoulders when he heard a particularly loud bang followed by Owen's cursing, but made himself keep heading down the stairs.
As soon as he stepped in the room, Jack sighed loudly and said, "Finally. Now that we're all here, Gwen's going to take point on this." He gave Gwen a bright, encouraging smile as Ianto took a seat next to Tosh.
"I am?" Gwen sounded surprised.
"You are," Jack confirmed. He leant down and tapped the monitor display, glancing back at it to make sure it had come on properly. "Henry John Parker," Jack said, taking his seat at the head of the table. "Used to be a looker, now he's eighty-odd and even I have my limits."
The pocket door slid open to reveal Owen with a tray full of coffee cups.
Jack ignored the interruption and continued talking. "Your basic millionaire collector of alien hoo-hah."
"Didn't we file him in the 'mostly harmless' category?" Owen asked as he set a cup in front of Ianto, who glanced down at the milky brown concoction in his mug with dismay.
"So what's the problem?" Martha asked as everyone watched Owen deliver the coffee with varying shades of discomfort.
Tosh reached out to tap the console and change the display. "I detected this at five seventeen this morning. Parker's house. There's an energy spike coming from it. I've never seen anything like it before."
While Tosh spoke, Gwen caught Ianto's gaze and tipped her mug at him slightly with her eyebrows raised. He eyed the straight black coffee with relief and nodded discretely.
"Okay, so..." Gwen said. She glanced down the table to make sure Owen had his back to them and quickly swapped cups with Ianto. "The big question is, what's our Mr. Parker gone and found this time?"
"Why?" Martha asked. "Do you think he's a threat?"
"Well, he hasn't been up until now. He's a bit... Howard Hughes. We know he's there, we know he's not a threat, but as the story goes, he hasn't left the house since his wife died. Nobody's seen him since 1986."
"We've been monitoring Parker for ages," Owen observed, taking the last seat at the table after he finished with the coffee tray. "There's nothing to be scared of, is there?"
There was a moment of awkward silence as Jack stared at Owen from the head of the table with that now all-too-familiar cold and closed-off expression.
Desperate to forestall any cutting remarks from Jack, Ianto jumped in with the first thing that popped in his mind when he put the words 'Owen' and 'scared' together, something he'd learned that summer when Owen was keeping a close eye on him. "Unlike, say... Tintin?"
Martha looked between Owen and Ianto in confusion.
"Okay! I never liked Tintin," Owen admitted, making Tosh smile. "What? He's weird. He's got a funny face and his hair is just - he's horrible," he said with a slight shudder.
"I've always loved Tintin," Ianto said.
"Yeah, well you would," Owen replied, sounding more like himself. "And he never had a girlfriend, did he? Just the dog. Yeah, so I reckon he was actually shagging the dog."
Ianto stared at Owen, aghast.
Before the conversation could devolve further, Gwen interrupted. "Okay, meanwhile, back at Torchwood, alien energy pulse. We've got to check this Parker out, okay?" She checked with Jack who gave her a quick nod. She got to her feet, handing out assignments to the team. "Tosh, can you get me a complete schematic of the house? Ianto, find out exactly what he's got. Get me an inventory of everything that he's bought over the last ten years. Martha, can you get a hold of his medical history?"
"Sure."
"Okay, let's get to it, guys," Gwen said, wrapping up.
Ianto stood and hurried to the door. Jack was close on his heels, his cheerful conversation with Gwen about her wedding plans a stark contrast to the clipped orders and cold looks Ianto and Owen had been treated to all day. As Ianto took the stairs two at a time to leave the Captain behind him, he considered for the first time just how much he and Owen had in common.
Well, other than Tintin.
TBC...
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This entry was originally posted at http://buttononthetop.dreamwidth.org/117815.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
DIRECT LINK TO THE LAST CHAPTER AND ANOTHER DIRECT LINK TO THE ORG POST FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS A REFRESHER ON WHERE THE HECK WE ARE!
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, a little bad language and more Zombie!Owen ;-)
Spoilers: Season Two thru A Day in the Death (2x08)
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood, Doctor Who and all their wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Andy Goddard for situations and dialogue borrowed from A Day in the Death. No infringement, only worship intended!
Summary: In which the team investigate a recluse with a strange alien object while everyone tries to adjust to Owen's 'death'...
Notes: I cannot tell you how happy I am to be back! I have a nice bank of chapters and I've been managing around 500 words a day lately (most days, anyway) and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that there are NO MORE BREAKS before the end of Season 2. Love you all for coming back! You can find all the previous chapters of The Sea After a Storm here. This is a sequel to Vizzini’s Rule and To The Pain. Thanks again and forever to my amazing beta and wonderful friend thraceadams for all the help and support and beta work; any mistakes are mine!
From the end of Chapter 83 to set the scene...
Ianto had almost completed the suspension paperwork when Owen finally came in. Jack called them both into his office before Owen had even removed his jacket. Ianto stood to the back whilst Jack took a seat at his desk.
"Morning," Owen said as he joined them. "What's going on?"
Jack rested his arms on his desk, tapping his fingertips together. When he spoke, he addressed his comments to the wall, not looking directly at Owen. "Doctor Owen Harper, Torchwood Officer 565, I'm relieving you of your position."
"Bollocks!" Owen said immediately. "I'm sorry, Jack, this is bollocks!"
"Hand in your weapon and your security pass," Jack continued in that same cold voice.
"But why? I'm fine," Owen protested.
"Three days ago you died," Jack said, looking up for a second. "We need to examine you. We need to find out what you are." Jack dropped his eyes. "We need to be certain you're okay."
"Yeah, well, it almost sounds as if you care," Owen scoffed. "Well done."
Jack finally looked directly at Owen. "Until I'm confident you're fit for duty, Martha Jones will replace you as Torchwood's new medical officer."
Ianto glanced out at the Hub to where Martha was talking quietly to Tosh, wishing he were somewhere - anywhere - else. A nice bog, perhaps, or a nest of weevils...
"She's doing all right out of this, isn't she?" Owen sneered.
Jack stood. "She's worked out a series of test and examinations."
"And what if I refuse?" Owen turned slightly as Jack strode over to him, looming over him menacingly.
"You'll be confined to the cells," Jack said.
Ianto stepped forward at that, moving to Owen's side in a show of support. Jack either didn't register Ianto's movement or he didn't care. He kept talking.
"The tests will be done. And if the results show that you're a danger to the team, appropriate steps will be taken."
Owen turned away as Jack stepped even closer.
"I'm asking you, Owen. Please." Jack sounded more like himself than he had all morning. "Let us help you. Let us make sure you're safe."
After a painful pause, Ianto said quietly, "I'm gonna need your gun."
Owen turned and looked at him with such pain on his face that Ianto nearly faltered. It took a long moment, but Owen finally pulled his gun from under his jacket and handed to Ianto.
"And your security pass." Ianto holstered Owen's gun, the weight at his back feeling a hundred times heavier than the gun itself. He cursed Jack again silently as Owen gave him another disbelieving look. "Please..." he added softly.
Owen crossed his arms protectively over his chest as Ianto sealed his badge in an evidence bag. "And how long are Doctor Jones' test going to take?" he asked.
"As long as they need to," Jack said, the coldness back in his voice. He moved back behind his desk.
"And what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?!" Owen shouted.
Jack shrugged carelessly and picked up his blue striped mug. "We always need someone to make coffee," he suggested.
"Oh, no," Owen said.
Oh no, Ianto thought.
The Sea After a Storm: Chapter Eighty-Four
Previously on The Sea After a Storm: Jack relieved Owen of his duties at Torchwood...
"You're not serious, Jack, come on!" Owen protested.
Jack waved them away as he sat down at his desk again. "I've said my piece," he said dismissively.
"Well, I haven't!" Owen shouted. "And -"
Ianto grabbed Owen's arm and tugged him out of Jack's office and over to his own workstation.
"There's no point," he said quietly once Owen stopped yelling.
For a second it looked like Owen was going to argue some more, but then all the fight went out of him and he dropped into the chair in front of the fridge. Ianto let him sit as he made single cup of coffee, narrating his actions as he went. He was on auto-pilot, though, barely listening to his own words since all he could hear was Jack's cold voice telling him that this is all he was good for.
When the cup was full, he held it out with a flourish. "Voilà, fresh and strong," he said, taking a deep breath of the fragrant steam. He hummed appreciatively. This right here, is easily the best part of my day so far, he thought.
Owen hauled himself out of the chair and stepped over to the coffee machine as Ianto stepped back. He handed the cup to Owen.
"And, uh... we couldn't just have a jar of instant, no?" Owen asked derisively even as he imitated Ianto and sniffed the coffee.
Ianto's smile fell. "I thought you liked your coffee."
"Have you seen what happens when I drink these days?" Owen raised the cup to his lips in a clear threat.
"Yeah," Ianto said, hurriedly taking the cup from Owen. "Thank you." He set the cup on the counter, Owen's words banishing any desire he might have had to actually drink the coffee. "Do you wanna go?" he asked.
"Ooh, please," Owen said, rolling his eyes as he turned around. He grabbed the lever, completely skipping all the steps involved with the coffee beans themselves, and tugged, making the cups rattle as he jerked on the machine.
Ianto stood behind Owen, torn between giving Owen a moment to figure it out and the desire to rescue his espresso machine from serious damage. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out and stopping Owen.
"Come on. What's wrong with this?" Owen complained, his frustration growing.
"You, um..." Ianto was unsure how to remind Owen nicely that the first step was grinding the beans and not just yanking on any part of the machine that stuck out.
Owen grabbed both levers at once and gave the machine a vicious shake. Ianto cringed as several plates and a mug crashed to the floor and shattered as Owen gave up and slumped over the machine in defeat. Movement by the stairs caught Ianto's eye and he glanced over to see Jack and Martha. When Jack looked back at them, a sneer distorted his handsome features and Owen gave a deep sigh, resting his chin on top of the machine.
"You okay?" he asked Owen softly after Jack had looked away from them.
Owen sighed again. "What do you think?" he muttered as he turned around. "I bet you're loving this aren't you?" he accused. "It's like you've finally won."
It took some effort, but Ianto kept his face passive and didn't react to Owen's jibe. "I didn't realise we were in competition," he said evenly.
"Oh, come on!" Owen said with an exaggerated eye roll. "Even Tosh had more of a life than you used to."
Ianto dropped his eyes and looked down at the floor. He focussed on the broken bits of china rather than Owen's words. Where exactly does it say 'punching bag' in my job description? he thought. Between Jack and Owen, he'd had just about enough.
"And now you're always out on missions, you're shagging Jack and I'm stuck here making the coffee," Owen continued.
Ianto couldn't take it anymore. He stepped up to the espresso machine and started cleaning out the grounds, just to have something to do.
"It's not like that... me and Jack," he said tersely.
"Yeah, yeah..." Owen dismissed his comment. "You and Jack. Gwen's getting married. Martha's got her bloke. God, even Tosh had Tommy. This is really shit!"
"We've all gone through shit," Ianto said, his back to Owen. He folded up the tea towel as carefully as he chose his next words. "I've seen you dissect alien corpses. I've seen you save so many lives..." He slipped his watch out of his pocket and glanced at the time. "Are you really going to let this beat you?" he challenged quietly and then picked up the cup of coffee and headed up to the Tourist Office.
He'd had just about enough of his colleagues for the day and it wasn't even ten yet.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It was just after noon before anyone bothered him again. He was just finishing an early, solitary lunch when his phone beeped with a concise text message from Jack: Team mtg. NOW.
Ianto took a moment to tidy up his desk, dumping the wrapper from his sandwich in the bin. Before he'd even stood up, his phone rang.
"Yeah, Tosh?" he said by way of greeting after looking at the display.
"Hi, Ianto, um... Jack says to get down here right now. I'm so sorry, he made me ring you."
"I'm on my way. I got the text message all of twenty seconds ago," Ianto said calmly, reminding himself that Tosh was one of the few people downstairs he wasn't angry with.
"Oh. That's weird. We've all been down here waiting on you -" Tosh broke off, her voice muffled for a moment. "Sorry, anyway Jack wants you to get a move on - his words, not mine."
"I'm heading to the lift now. And tell Jack thanks for the advance notice," Ianto said, sounding a little more bitter than he'd intended.
"Um... I'd really rather not."
Ianto chuckled wryly. "See you in a minute," he said and ended the call. He hurried down to the boardroom, deliberately not looking at Owen who was messing around with his coffee machine again. He hunched his shoulders when he heard a particularly loud bang followed by Owen's cursing, but made himself keep heading down the stairs.
As soon as he stepped in the room, Jack sighed loudly and said, "Finally. Now that we're all here, Gwen's going to take point on this." He gave Gwen a bright, encouraging smile as Ianto took a seat next to Tosh.
"I am?" Gwen sounded surprised.
"You are," Jack confirmed. He leant down and tapped the monitor display, glancing back at it to make sure it had come on properly. "Henry John Parker," Jack said, taking his seat at the head of the table. "Used to be a looker, now he's eighty-odd and even I have my limits."
The pocket door slid open to reveal Owen with a tray full of coffee cups.
Jack ignored the interruption and continued talking. "Your basic millionaire collector of alien hoo-hah."
"Didn't we file him in the 'mostly harmless' category?" Owen asked as he set a cup in front of Ianto, who glanced down at the milky brown concoction in his mug with dismay.
"So what's the problem?" Martha asked as everyone watched Owen deliver the coffee with varying shades of discomfort.
Tosh reached out to tap the console and change the display. "I detected this at five seventeen this morning. Parker's house. There's an energy spike coming from it. I've never seen anything like it before."
While Tosh spoke, Gwen caught Ianto's gaze and tipped her mug at him slightly with her eyebrows raised. He eyed the straight black coffee with relief and nodded discretely.
"Okay, so..." Gwen said. She glanced down the table to make sure Owen had his back to them and quickly swapped cups with Ianto. "The big question is, what's our Mr. Parker gone and found this time?"
"Why?" Martha asked. "Do you think he's a threat?"
"Well, he hasn't been up until now. He's a bit... Howard Hughes. We know he's there, we know he's not a threat, but as the story goes, he hasn't left the house since his wife died. Nobody's seen him since 1986."
"We've been monitoring Parker for ages," Owen observed, taking the last seat at the table after he finished with the coffee tray. "There's nothing to be scared of, is there?"
There was a moment of awkward silence as Jack stared at Owen from the head of the table with that now all-too-familiar cold and closed-off expression.
Desperate to forestall any cutting remarks from Jack, Ianto jumped in with the first thing that popped in his mind when he put the words 'Owen' and 'scared' together, something he'd learned that summer when Owen was keeping a close eye on him. "Unlike, say... Tintin?"
Martha looked between Owen and Ianto in confusion.
"Okay! I never liked Tintin," Owen admitted, making Tosh smile. "What? He's weird. He's got a funny face and his hair is just - he's horrible," he said with a slight shudder.
"I've always loved Tintin," Ianto said.
"Yeah, well you would," Owen replied, sounding more like himself. "And he never had a girlfriend, did he? Just the dog. Yeah, so I reckon he was actually shagging the dog."
Ianto stared at Owen, aghast.
Before the conversation could devolve further, Gwen interrupted. "Okay, meanwhile, back at Torchwood, alien energy pulse. We've got to check this Parker out, okay?" She checked with Jack who gave her a quick nod. She got to her feet, handing out assignments to the team. "Tosh, can you get me a complete schematic of the house? Ianto, find out exactly what he's got. Get me an inventory of everything that he's bought over the last ten years. Martha, can you get a hold of his medical history?"
"Sure."
"Okay, let's get to it, guys," Gwen said, wrapping up.
Ianto stood and hurried to the door. Jack was close on his heels, his cheerful conversation with Gwen about her wedding plans a stark contrast to the clipped orders and cold looks Ianto and Owen had been treated to all day. As Ianto took the stairs two at a time to leave the Captain behind him, he considered for the first time just how much he and Owen had in common.
Well, other than Tintin.
TBC...
.
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