Suspicious Minds
Title: Suspicious Minds
Author: crystalshard
Rating: R
Pairings: Ianto/Lisa, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Gwen/Owen, Tosh/Mary, Jack/Doctor
Warnings: Spoilers through first season
Summary: Suspicion is never far from the surface when someone's trying to keep a secret.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, it belongs to the BBC.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely jadesfire2808.
"You said you'd be back soon," came the pained whisper from the cyber-conversion unit. Ianto couldn't help but reach out and brush away the tear that trickled down Lisa's still-human cheek, guilt twinging through him.
"I'm sorry, love. I meant to come down sooner." Ianto couldn't tell Lisa that he hadn't wanted to visit her today. It had been good today, upstairs. There had been Chinese food and laughter and Jack flirting with him, and it had felt normal. Or at least as normal as Torchwood ever got. For a few minutes, he had forgotten about Lisa, and it had been a relief.
"You've met someone. Is that it?" Lisa accused. "You'd rather be with someone who isn't trapped in a half-converted body."
Guilt and shame flooded him again. "No," he protested. "I love you, Lisa. I want to make you well. Then we can be together properly. Forever."
Lisa's dark eyes glistened, half with sadness and half in pain. "No-one lives forever, Ianto."
* * *
"I've found records of things you've signed going back to the fifties, sir," Ianto said in response to Jack's offhand statement. "You may not live forever, but you certainly don't seem to age."
Jack grinned, an automatic reflex which he used to buy time to think of something. "I guess time just passes some people by. Take Mrs. Evans from the bakery. At least sixty, and she doesn't look older than . . ."
"Sir," came the patient interruption. "The gun that Suzie had. She'd fired it twice. Only you and Gwen were in range, and you were both close enough that she couldn't have missed."
"She fired a warning shot," Jack said. Yes. That sounded good, plausible.
Ianto shook his head. "I've seen Suzie with a gun before, Jack. She never bothered with a warning shot."
Jack hesitated. He couldn't think of anything to say that would banish Ianto's suspicions.
After a few moments, Ianto smiled. "You don’t want to tell me. That's alright."
* * *
"Oh, Rhys, I'm sorry," Gwen said as she hastily stuffed her phone into her handbag. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I can't tell you."
"I know, I know. Special Ops." Rhys leaned against the kitchen counter. "They ask too much of you, Gwen. Calling you out at strange hours like this . . ."
Oh, Rhys, I just can't tell you. Owen understands. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Gwen shrugged. "That's the job." She stepped over to Rhys and pulled him down for a brief kiss, trying to apologise for the fact that he couldn't be what she needed. "Don't wait up, okay?"
Rhys sighed, his breath brushing her face. "I'm going down the pub with Daf. You might even get back before me."
"Well, maybe. You know how it is." Gwen ignored the tightness in her throat.
Rhys' voice came from behind her as she opened the front door of their flat. "I know."
* * *
"What do you know?" Gwen gasped just before Owen claimed her mouth again. Her hot tongue thrust against his, and he enjoyed the battle for dominance. That pet transport manager of hers probably never saw this side of her.
"I know why you keep coming back," Owen muttered into her ear as their mouths separated momentarily. His hands fumbled with her bra catch as she scraped her teeth across his neck. He shuddered, then whispered, "I know that you're scared shitless of this job. But you can't turn away, can you? It's inside you now. You can't escape."
"Shut up, Owen." Her lips trailed down his chest, and Owen gasped at the heat of her mouth. The wet warmth of it was a sharp contrast to the cool air around them and the silk of his sheets under them.
"Why?" Owen demanded, and she nipped him sharply in rebuke.
"I'm not scared," she whispered. Owen could hear the desperation in her voice, and he wondered who she was trying to convince.
* * *
"Of course you are." Mary smiled brilliantly, and Tosh couldn't help but be a little lost in those hazel eyes. "Everyone's scared the first time." We'll just take it slow. I want you to enjoy this.
"I've never . . ."
Been with a woman? Made love mind-to-mind? "I promise you, it's amazing. Here." Let me show you.
Mary kissed her gently. Tosh had been kissed before, even been kissed by Mary before. But this felt different, somehow. This was the start of something more, and yes, it scared her a little.
Ssssh. It's okay. Mary's hand slid under her top to caress her stomach, and Tosh suddenly realised what mind-to-mind really meant. Mary understood her. Knew where she wanted to be touched, just the way that she somehow knew exactly what Mary wanted.
Mary welcomed Tosh eagerly into her thoughts, showing her what she had in mind for the evening. Curious, Tosh pressed closer, but was blocked by a sudden wall that appeared in Mary's head.
Naughty, naughty, Toshiko.
You have no idea, Tosh thought back carefully. She was rewarded with laughter that rang in both her ears and her mind.
* * *
"No idea? No idea about what, Doctor?" Jack flung back heatedly. This wasn't the Doctor he remembered, the one he had half-hoped he would see again. Only Torchwood's files had given him some idea of what to expect.
"I thought you were dead, Jack. You should have been dead. The Daleks don't leave survivors."
The big ears and the leather jacket might have gone, but the burning intensity was still the same, and Jack felt a surge of déjà vu as it was directed at him. "I know. I should have been dead a hundred times over by now. I was hoping you could tell me why."
"Why you're not dead?"
"That, and why you left me. You left me behind, Doctor, on a space station full of dust and dead people."
"I meant to go back. At least, I think I did. I regenerated soon after. Things got a little confused." The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking slightly embarrassed.
"But you didn't." Jack's breathing was harsh, his need for answers only barely outweighing his reawakened anger.
"I meant to go back," the Doctor repeated quietly.
Author: crystalshard
Rating: R
Pairings: Ianto/Lisa, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Gwen/Owen, Tosh/Mary, Jack/Doctor
Warnings: Spoilers through first season
Summary: Suspicion is never far from the surface when someone's trying to keep a secret.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, it belongs to the BBC.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely jadesfire2808.
"You said you'd be back soon," came the pained whisper from the cyber-conversion unit. Ianto couldn't help but reach out and brush away the tear that trickled down Lisa's still-human cheek, guilt twinging through him.
"I'm sorry, love. I meant to come down sooner." Ianto couldn't tell Lisa that he hadn't wanted to visit her today. It had been good today, upstairs. There had been Chinese food and laughter and Jack flirting with him, and it had felt normal. Or at least as normal as Torchwood ever got. For a few minutes, he had forgotten about Lisa, and it had been a relief.
"You've met someone. Is that it?" Lisa accused. "You'd rather be with someone who isn't trapped in a half-converted body."
Guilt and shame flooded him again. "No," he protested. "I love you, Lisa. I want to make you well. Then we can be together properly. Forever."
Lisa's dark eyes glistened, half with sadness and half in pain. "No-one lives forever, Ianto."
* * *
"I've found records of things you've signed going back to the fifties, sir," Ianto said in response to Jack's offhand statement. "You may not live forever, but you certainly don't seem to age."
Jack grinned, an automatic reflex which he used to buy time to think of something. "I guess time just passes some people by. Take Mrs. Evans from the bakery. At least sixty, and she doesn't look older than . . ."
"Sir," came the patient interruption. "The gun that Suzie had. She'd fired it twice. Only you and Gwen were in range, and you were both close enough that she couldn't have missed."
"She fired a warning shot," Jack said. Yes. That sounded good, plausible.
Ianto shook his head. "I've seen Suzie with a gun before, Jack. She never bothered with a warning shot."
Jack hesitated. He couldn't think of anything to say that would banish Ianto's suspicions.
After a few moments, Ianto smiled. "You don’t want to tell me. That's alright."
* * *
"Oh, Rhys, I'm sorry," Gwen said as she hastily stuffed her phone into her handbag. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I can't tell you."
"I know, I know. Special Ops." Rhys leaned against the kitchen counter. "They ask too much of you, Gwen. Calling you out at strange hours like this . . ."
Oh, Rhys, I just can't tell you. Owen understands. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Gwen shrugged. "That's the job." She stepped over to Rhys and pulled him down for a brief kiss, trying to apologise for the fact that he couldn't be what she needed. "Don't wait up, okay?"
Rhys sighed, his breath brushing her face. "I'm going down the pub with Daf. You might even get back before me."
"Well, maybe. You know how it is." Gwen ignored the tightness in her throat.
Rhys' voice came from behind her as she opened the front door of their flat. "I know."
* * *
"What do you know?" Gwen gasped just before Owen claimed her mouth again. Her hot tongue thrust against his, and he enjoyed the battle for dominance. That pet transport manager of hers probably never saw this side of her.
"I know why you keep coming back," Owen muttered into her ear as their mouths separated momentarily. His hands fumbled with her bra catch as she scraped her teeth across his neck. He shuddered, then whispered, "I know that you're scared shitless of this job. But you can't turn away, can you? It's inside you now. You can't escape."
"Shut up, Owen." Her lips trailed down his chest, and Owen gasped at the heat of her mouth. The wet warmth of it was a sharp contrast to the cool air around them and the silk of his sheets under them.
"Why?" Owen demanded, and she nipped him sharply in rebuke.
"I'm not scared," she whispered. Owen could hear the desperation in her voice, and he wondered who she was trying to convince.
* * *
"Of course you are." Mary smiled brilliantly, and Tosh couldn't help but be a little lost in those hazel eyes. "Everyone's scared the first time." We'll just take it slow. I want you to enjoy this.
"I've never . . ."
Been with a woman? Made love mind-to-mind? "I promise you, it's amazing. Here." Let me show you.
Mary kissed her gently. Tosh had been kissed before, even been kissed by Mary before. But this felt different, somehow. This was the start of something more, and yes, it scared her a little.
Ssssh. It's okay. Mary's hand slid under her top to caress her stomach, and Tosh suddenly realised what mind-to-mind really meant. Mary understood her. Knew where she wanted to be touched, just the way that she somehow knew exactly what Mary wanted.
Mary welcomed Tosh eagerly into her thoughts, showing her what she had in mind for the evening. Curious, Tosh pressed closer, but was blocked by a sudden wall that appeared in Mary's head.
Naughty, naughty, Toshiko.
You have no idea, Tosh thought back carefully. She was rewarded with laughter that rang in both her ears and her mind.
* * *
"No idea? No idea about what, Doctor?" Jack flung back heatedly. This wasn't the Doctor he remembered, the one he had half-hoped he would see again. Only Torchwood's files had given him some idea of what to expect.
"I thought you were dead, Jack. You should have been dead. The Daleks don't leave survivors."
The big ears and the leather jacket might have gone, but the burning intensity was still the same, and Jack felt a surge of déjà vu as it was directed at him. "I know. I should have been dead a hundred times over by now. I was hoping you could tell me why."
"Why you're not dead?"
"That, and why you left me. You left me behind, Doctor, on a space station full of dust and dead people."
"I meant to go back. At least, I think I did. I regenerated soon after. Things got a little confused." The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking slightly embarrassed.
"But you didn't." Jack's breathing was harsh, his need for answers only barely outweighing his reawakened anger.
"I meant to go back," the Doctor repeated quietly.