Fic: Vizzini's Rule (84/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 84, Part 1
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexy talk and some bad words
Spoilers: Season One thru Combat (1x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Noel Clarke for dialogue and situations borrowed from Combat - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which the team discovers what’s going on with the weevils…
Notes: The end of ‘Combat’ - and the start of some smutty goodness coming your way on Sunday. Hey! I finally have smut for Sunday!! :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Eighty-Four, Part One
The rest of the night passed in a haze of anxiety and violence. Ianto felt every one of the thirty-six hours he’d been awake pressing on him as he listened to Jack describe Plan B. It involved releasing one of the weevils in the car park where Jack and Gwen had first seen the white van. Gwen had gone home on Jack’s orders and Owen had fallen off the radar again, so it was left to Tosh and Ianto to try to talk him out of it. When they didn’t succeed, they found themselves chasing the weevil Jack had named Janet through the streets of Cardiff, following the tracker Jack had placed in its boiler suit, still arguing about the inherent flaws in his plan.
Jack had been pushed to his limits, however, and was deaf to their reasoning. For some reason, he seemed to be taking this case personally and would stop at nothing to find out what was going on. As Ianto hung on for dear life as Jack sped around the tiny backstreets, he wondered if it was simple pigheadedness or if Jack was worried about the nameless, faceless ‘everyone’ becoming more of a threat then they already were. He glanced over at Jack, the muscles in his jaw twitching in the blue lights of the SUV as he ground his teeth. Ianto hid a small smile. Mostly pigheadedness, I’d guess, he thought to himself.
The gambit looked like it was going to work for a while. Jack and Tosh reported that their foot chase had ended with the white van appearing out of nowhere and snatching Janet off the street. But their wild ride ended when they found their tracker hanging on a fence, the van and Janet lost to the night. Jack was furious. Ianto and Tosh were silent on the ride back to the Hub, not wanting to anger Jack further with I-told-you-sos or unwelcome sympathy. For the first time ever, Ianto was grateful to hear Gwen’s voice on the comms. She had returned to the Hub and reported that a text message had appeared on the first victim’s phone. Tosh found the location of the building the text referred to as Jack flipped the lights back on and sped back to the Hub to pick up Gwen.
When they arrived at the abandoned building, they split into two teams; Jack and Gwen entered on the lower floor around back while Tosh and Ianto took street level. Guns drawn, none of them knew what to expect when they came through the doors, but Ianto could never have imagined in the site which greeted them.
Owen, locked in a cage with a weevil.
Jack fired his weapon in the air, in an attempt to quiet the roaring crowds surging around them, Ianto assumed. All it really did was distract Owen and give the weevil the chance to go for his throat. Tosh and Ianto watched helplessly from above as the weevil tore into Owen, praying that Gwen and Jack got to the cage in time.
As he held his breath, Ianto suddenly figured out what was going on. Jack had it wrong. It’s not murder, he thought, dazed by the realization. It’s a fucking cage match! With a fucking weevil, sick bastards!
Gwen screamed at the guard to open the cage, but it was taking too long. Jack finally had to shoot Janet in the arm to get her off of Owen. Ianto could see the regret on his face from the balcony. The crowd on the upper floor started to panic as Owen was dragged from the cage. Tosh and Ianto raised their guns again to keep them back and away from the exit. Ianto was terrified they would be mobbed at any moment. Trampled to death by yuppies, he thought hysterically, but apparently their guns were intimidating enough to keep the men back.
Once Jack had assured himself that Owen was out of immediate danger, he turned and shouted at the suddenly silent crowd. “It’s over now! These creatures are to be left alone. Go back to your lives.”
Behind Jack, Mark Lynch got up from his knees and walked slowly, almost as if hypnotized, into the cage that still held the bleeding weevil.
“Oh my God,” Ianto breathed.
Tosh noticed at the same time. “Jack!” she called.
Jack spun around and ran to the cage, gun drawn. He kept it trained on Janet who cowered against the far wall of the cage, cradling her wounded arm, watching the gun warily. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Mark Lynch said something, but Ianto couldn’t make it out. Jack’s gun hand wavered for a moment and then lowered as he jerked his head slightly towards the man in the cage, giving tacit permission for Janet to extract some justice for her kind.
Jack finally turned away from the sickening sight of Janet ripping into Mark Lynch and looked up at the crowd again. He scanned their faces, apparently coming to some decision.
“Tosh! Ianto! Get them out of here,” he said tiredly. “I want this place empty in two minutes.”
Tosh lowered her gun and started ushering the men to the exit while Ianto pushed his way to the edge of the balcony to look down at Jack. He caught Jack’s eye and put a finger to his temple. Jack answered the unasked question with a frown and a quick shake of his head. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure they had that much Retcon in the SUV anyway.
Jack locked down the warehouse as soon as it was cleared out. They had sedated Janet and secured her in the back of the SUV after Jack did some quick triage and extracted the bullet in her arm and bandaged it up. They would come back later for the remains of Mark Lynch.
Jack drove them to the hospital with lights blazing, leaving Owen there in Tosh’s capable hands. Ianto offered to stay as well, but Owen was adamant about being left alone. Tosh ignored his whinging and told Ianto she could handle him by herself. When Ianto climbed back into the SUV, Gwen and Jack were discussing Retcon, of all things. Does she really think now is the appropriate time to get up to speed on possible side effects? Ianto wondered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He hoped Jack’s decision to forgo the memory modification of the crowd didn’t come back to haunt them. Jack said he was certain watching Lynch’s murder at the hands of one of his pets would be enough of an incentive for them to keep their mouths shut. Plus, Ianto had Lynch’s cell phone in his pocket at that very minute. He would be spending the next few days finding out the names of every man in that warehouse and keeping an eye on them for some time.
Gwen got out of the SUV at her car, heading home instead of accompanying Jack and Ianto to the Hub. She seemed agitated about leaving Rhys on his own for some reason. Ianto wasn’t inclined to pry.
He and Jack maneuvered Janet back into her cell before the sedative had worn off. Once the door was secured, Jack leaned against the glass and stared at the unconscious weevil.
“Sorry,” he muttered, the regret Ianto saw at the warehouse back on his face.
“Come on, Jack,” Ianto said, slipping his arm around his shoulders. “You did what you had to, just like you always do.”
“Yeah,” Jack said sadly. “And I ended up hurting someone, just like I always do.”
Ianto steered Jack out of the vaults and, stumbling into one another in their exhaustion, they made their way up the stairs. The adrenalin from the warehouse was still bubbling in Ianto’s veins, his body’s need to feel alive warring with his mind’s desire to collapse on the nearest horizontal surface. He tripped over a cable on the floor of the Hub and Jack caught him. Ianto flushed and tried to push Jack away as the Captain held him close and grinned.
“What’s all this then?” he teased, nudging his hip against Ianto’s erection.
“Nothing,” Ianto mumbled. How long he’d been hard, he couldn’t say, but he’d really noticed it when he climbed into the SUV at the warehouse and he was mortified that Jack had discovered it.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing,” Jack said. He cupped Ianto though his trousers, smiling at the involuntary gasp it drew from his lover as he hardened further. “Fieldwork,” he said enigmatically.
“What?” Ianto gasped.
Jack gave him a squeeze. “Best part of fieldwork. Get’s you all worked up.” He stepped forward, moving them slowly until Ianto felt the wall against his back. Jack pressed his body into Ianto’s and whispered in his ear as he continued to stroke him. “The moment when it could all go so horribly wrong. Your brain says you’re never gonna make it but your body fights back. Your heart pumps faster, you can feel the blood pounding through your veins, your senses sharpen until you feel like you’re on fire. And after you survive, after you’ve won, the flame is still there, still burning.”
Ianto whimpered, his lips against Jack’s neck as he tried to hide his face.
“Best part of fieldwork,” Jack said again. “Especially when you’ve got someone handy who’s in the exact same state,” he murmured reaching for Ianto’s hand and placing it on his own erection. “Whaddya say we do something about it?” Jack suggested with a rakish grin.
Ianto moaned and used his free hand to pull Jack to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss which Ianto finally broke to whisper, “Yes, sir!”
TBC in Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Two
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexy talk and some bad words
Spoilers: Season One thru Combat (1x11)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Noel Clarke for dialogue and situations borrowed from Combat - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which the team discovers what’s going on with the weevils…
Notes: The end of ‘Combat’ - and the start of some smutty goodness coming your way on Sunday. Hey! I finally have smut for Sunday!! :)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Eighty-Four, Part One
The rest of the night passed in a haze of anxiety and violence. Ianto felt every one of the thirty-six hours he’d been awake pressing on him as he listened to Jack describe Plan B. It involved releasing one of the weevils in the car park where Jack and Gwen had first seen the white van. Gwen had gone home on Jack’s orders and Owen had fallen off the radar again, so it was left to Tosh and Ianto to try to talk him out of it. When they didn’t succeed, they found themselves chasing the weevil Jack had named Janet through the streets of Cardiff, following the tracker Jack had placed in its boiler suit, still arguing about the inherent flaws in his plan.
Jack had been pushed to his limits, however, and was deaf to their reasoning. For some reason, he seemed to be taking this case personally and would stop at nothing to find out what was going on. As Ianto hung on for dear life as Jack sped around the tiny backstreets, he wondered if it was simple pigheadedness or if Jack was worried about the nameless, faceless ‘everyone’ becoming more of a threat then they already were. He glanced over at Jack, the muscles in his jaw twitching in the blue lights of the SUV as he ground his teeth. Ianto hid a small smile. Mostly pigheadedness, I’d guess, he thought to himself.
The gambit looked like it was going to work for a while. Jack and Tosh reported that their foot chase had ended with the white van appearing out of nowhere and snatching Janet off the street. But their wild ride ended when they found their tracker hanging on a fence, the van and Janet lost to the night. Jack was furious. Ianto and Tosh were silent on the ride back to the Hub, not wanting to anger Jack further with I-told-you-sos or unwelcome sympathy. For the first time ever, Ianto was grateful to hear Gwen’s voice on the comms. She had returned to the Hub and reported that a text message had appeared on the first victim’s phone. Tosh found the location of the building the text referred to as Jack flipped the lights back on and sped back to the Hub to pick up Gwen.
When they arrived at the abandoned building, they split into two teams; Jack and Gwen entered on the lower floor around back while Tosh and Ianto took street level. Guns drawn, none of them knew what to expect when they came through the doors, but Ianto could never have imagined in the site which greeted them.
Owen, locked in a cage with a weevil.
Jack fired his weapon in the air, in an attempt to quiet the roaring crowds surging around them, Ianto assumed. All it really did was distract Owen and give the weevil the chance to go for his throat. Tosh and Ianto watched helplessly from above as the weevil tore into Owen, praying that Gwen and Jack got to the cage in time.
As he held his breath, Ianto suddenly figured out what was going on. Jack had it wrong. It’s not murder, he thought, dazed by the realization. It’s a fucking cage match! With a fucking weevil, sick bastards!
Gwen screamed at the guard to open the cage, but it was taking too long. Jack finally had to shoot Janet in the arm to get her off of Owen. Ianto could see the regret on his face from the balcony. The crowd on the upper floor started to panic as Owen was dragged from the cage. Tosh and Ianto raised their guns again to keep them back and away from the exit. Ianto was terrified they would be mobbed at any moment. Trampled to death by yuppies, he thought hysterically, but apparently their guns were intimidating enough to keep the men back.
Once Jack had assured himself that Owen was out of immediate danger, he turned and shouted at the suddenly silent crowd. “It’s over now! These creatures are to be left alone. Go back to your lives.”
Behind Jack, Mark Lynch got up from his knees and walked slowly, almost as if hypnotized, into the cage that still held the bleeding weevil.
“Oh my God,” Ianto breathed.
Tosh noticed at the same time. “Jack!” she called.
Jack spun around and ran to the cage, gun drawn. He kept it trained on Janet who cowered against the far wall of the cage, cradling her wounded arm, watching the gun warily. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Mark Lynch said something, but Ianto couldn’t make it out. Jack’s gun hand wavered for a moment and then lowered as he jerked his head slightly towards the man in the cage, giving tacit permission for Janet to extract some justice for her kind.
Jack finally turned away from the sickening sight of Janet ripping into Mark Lynch and looked up at the crowd again. He scanned their faces, apparently coming to some decision.
“Tosh! Ianto! Get them out of here,” he said tiredly. “I want this place empty in two minutes.”
Tosh lowered her gun and started ushering the men to the exit while Ianto pushed his way to the edge of the balcony to look down at Jack. He caught Jack’s eye and put a finger to his temple. Jack answered the unasked question with a frown and a quick shake of his head. Ianto breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure they had that much Retcon in the SUV anyway.
Jack locked down the warehouse as soon as it was cleared out. They had sedated Janet and secured her in the back of the SUV after Jack did some quick triage and extracted the bullet in her arm and bandaged it up. They would come back later for the remains of Mark Lynch.
Jack drove them to the hospital with lights blazing, leaving Owen there in Tosh’s capable hands. Ianto offered to stay as well, but Owen was adamant about being left alone. Tosh ignored his whinging and told Ianto she could handle him by herself. When Ianto climbed back into the SUV, Gwen and Jack were discussing Retcon, of all things. Does she really think now is the appropriate time to get up to speed on possible side effects? Ianto wondered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He hoped Jack’s decision to forgo the memory modification of the crowd didn’t come back to haunt them. Jack said he was certain watching Lynch’s murder at the hands of one of his pets would be enough of an incentive for them to keep their mouths shut. Plus, Ianto had Lynch’s cell phone in his pocket at that very minute. He would be spending the next few days finding out the names of every man in that warehouse and keeping an eye on them for some time.
Gwen got out of the SUV at her car, heading home instead of accompanying Jack and Ianto to the Hub. She seemed agitated about leaving Rhys on his own for some reason. Ianto wasn’t inclined to pry.
He and Jack maneuvered Janet back into her cell before the sedative had worn off. Once the door was secured, Jack leaned against the glass and stared at the unconscious weevil.
“Sorry,” he muttered, the regret Ianto saw at the warehouse back on his face.
“Come on, Jack,” Ianto said, slipping his arm around his shoulders. “You did what you had to, just like you always do.”
“Yeah,” Jack said sadly. “And I ended up hurting someone, just like I always do.”
Ianto steered Jack out of the vaults and, stumbling into one another in their exhaustion, they made their way up the stairs. The adrenalin from the warehouse was still bubbling in Ianto’s veins, his body’s need to feel alive warring with his mind’s desire to collapse on the nearest horizontal surface. He tripped over a cable on the floor of the Hub and Jack caught him. Ianto flushed and tried to push Jack away as the Captain held him close and grinned.
“What’s all this then?” he teased, nudging his hip against Ianto’s erection.
“Nothing,” Ianto mumbled. How long he’d been hard, he couldn’t say, but he’d really noticed it when he climbed into the SUV at the warehouse and he was mortified that Jack had discovered it.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing,” Jack said. He cupped Ianto though his trousers, smiling at the involuntary gasp it drew from his lover as he hardened further. “Fieldwork,” he said enigmatically.
“What?” Ianto gasped.
Jack gave him a squeeze. “Best part of fieldwork. Get’s you all worked up.” He stepped forward, moving them slowly until Ianto felt the wall against his back. Jack pressed his body into Ianto’s and whispered in his ear as he continued to stroke him. “The moment when it could all go so horribly wrong. Your brain says you’re never gonna make it but your body fights back. Your heart pumps faster, you can feel the blood pounding through your veins, your senses sharpen until you feel like you’re on fire. And after you survive, after you’ve won, the flame is still there, still burning.”
Ianto whimpered, his lips against Jack’s neck as he tried to hide his face.
“Best part of fieldwork,” Jack said again. “Especially when you’ve got someone handy who’s in the exact same state,” he murmured reaching for Ianto’s hand and placing it on his own erection. “Whaddya say we do something about it?” Jack suggested with a rakish grin.
Ianto moaned and used his free hand to pull Jack to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss which Ianto finally broke to whisper, “Yes, sir!”
TBC in Chapter Eighty-Four, Part Two