The Storms of Change Chapter Twenty-One
Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel’s life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race, what kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own? Is Torchwood really ready?
Words: 1,042
Title: So, Everyone's a Doctor Now?
It always came down to some type of parasitic creature, some nasty bugger that fed off humans to survive. This circumstance was just worse though because it was humans infecting other humans. The things the human race did to their own kind astounded and disgusted him.
Torchwood was going to shut them down, stop the idiot who thought that this was progress for the human race. Ianto knew Dr. Copley's reputation, had met the man when he was younger down in London at a conference but he'd never though he would turn out like this.
"I can go," Martha said referring to their plan to infiltrate the Pharm.
"I can't ask you to do that," Jack said.
"I'm qualified," Martha argued, "and I know what to look for."
Ianto knew that Jack would give into her if he had no other option. Normally they'd send Owen but he'd already made his opinions clear and couldn't. Gwen and Tosh didn't have the medical knowledge they would need and although Martha had it, she didn't have the field experience and Ianto knew that Jack was at loathed to send her in. Traveling with The Doctor was not enough when you were on your own and there wasn't a brilliant alien to help out.
"It's too dangerous."
"That's a lame excuse and you know it," Martha snapped. "Why are you so against this Jack?"
"I'll do it," Ianto said before Jack could reply.
"It has to be a doctor," Owen said in obvious support of Martha.
Ianto smirked, "I guess it's a good thing I am one then."
He got looks from all of them but Ianto only had eyes for Jack's reaction. Jack stared at him, right into his eyes with curiosity. He was going over all the information Ianto had told him, and his eyes lit with understanding.
"The parasites?"
"Won't incubate," Ianto assured him. "It's too alien for my body not to pick up on immediately and kill."
Jack nodded relieved, "That's settled then."
"Jack," Owen protested. "He's not a Doctor! You can't just send him in because Reset won't kill him."
Jack glared at the sarcastic doctor. "I can and I am so deal with it. I want you and Martha to work on will neutralize those parasites in any live hosts they might have. It a drug cocktail won't cut it you better use how to use that singularity scalpel properly.
"Tosh, get the schematics for the Pharm so Ianto can look them over then retrieve the communication contact lenses and make sure they're working properly. Gwen, you can be her test subject for that. Ianto, let's get your cover story sorted up in my office."
"Jack," Martha said. She hesitated, looking unsure for a moment. "I don't want to question your decisions but, I don't understand this one."
Jack glanced at Ianto, "It's not my place to explain Martha, please just leave it at that."
X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.
Ianto heaved an exasperated sight and glared at them all. Each one of them kept looking at him like he'd turned into a woman or something when all he'd done was go back to his flat and changed into something more appropriate for his cover. Sure, black jeans with chains, leather boots, a heavy metal band logo t-shirt, two silver spiked bracelets and a chain necklace had not been what they had in mind but what else was he suppose to wear? He only had one pair of jeans that wasn't black and it was in the wash and the rest of his casual wardrobe belonged to the rebellious goth style he'd adopted when he was fourteen and hadn't dropped since.
"Jack, stop staring at my ass and focus," he snapped.
Jack leered at him for a moment before only marginally focusing on the next phase of the plan. Ianto explained that his illness would be epilepsy, and off and on serious problem that wouldn't be all that difficult to prove. At night he would be able to slip into the building containing the alien life forms. Martha still wasn't exactly understanding of the situation but she said nothing and let events work out.
Ianto put in the contacts and smiled at Jack, "Show time."
X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.
Aaron Copley stared at the young man sitting on the examination table with a sense of déjà view. Logan Jones looked identical to Doctor Ian Mitchell, whom he'd known many years ago but had lost track of. This resemblance was eerie, especially since he'd been thinking of Ian lately, looking for him to introduce him to this discovery and maybe help him perfect it. All he wanted to do was perfect Reset so that the human race would no longer suffer from illness and disease.
Logan turned his eyes to him and he was struck by how vivid they were, how they seemed to be able to look into him and pierce his soul. Ianto had had that ability too and had always been able to counter everything he said, no matter how obscure it had been.
"Ian," he muttered.
Logan's eyes flashed for a moment in triumph but there was an air of confusion when he asked, "Excuse me?"
"Nothing," Aaron replied glancing down at the chart. "We'll run your blood work now though I must say that the preliminary work up does make you a prime candidate for the testing."
Logan smiled brightly and thanked him. Aaron nodded and went to his office. He had work to do, papers to sign off on, results to cover up and reports to go over. But there was one thing he had to do above all else.
In his office he pulled a section of the book shelf out to reveal a small safe which he opened. The safe was state of the art and refrigerated to preserve the single vial of blood he kept there. It was Ian's blood, taken on the sly because he'd known that one day he would be able to do something with blood, knew that it help more importance than people had realized. And now he had reason to test Ian's blood. He would find out what Ian's secret had been all those years ago.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sentinels Guide
Words: 1,042
Title: So, Everyone's a Doctor Now?
It always came down to some type of parasitic creature, some nasty bugger that fed off humans to survive. This circumstance was just worse though because it was humans infecting other humans. The things the human race did to their own kind astounded and disgusted him.
Torchwood was going to shut them down, stop the idiot who thought that this was progress for the human race. Ianto knew Dr. Copley's reputation, had met the man when he was younger down in London at a conference but he'd never though he would turn out like this.
"I can go," Martha said referring to their plan to infiltrate the Pharm.
"I can't ask you to do that," Jack said.
"I'm qualified," Martha argued, "and I know what to look for."
Ianto knew that Jack would give into her if he had no other option. Normally they'd send Owen but he'd already made his opinions clear and couldn't. Gwen and Tosh didn't have the medical knowledge they would need and although Martha had it, she didn't have the field experience and Ianto knew that Jack was at loathed to send her in. Traveling with The Doctor was not enough when you were on your own and there wasn't a brilliant alien to help out.
"It's too dangerous."
"That's a lame excuse and you know it," Martha snapped. "Why are you so against this Jack?"
"I'll do it," Ianto said before Jack could reply.
"It has to be a doctor," Owen said in obvious support of Martha.
Ianto smirked, "I guess it's a good thing I am one then."
He got looks from all of them but Ianto only had eyes for Jack's reaction. Jack stared at him, right into his eyes with curiosity. He was going over all the information Ianto had told him, and his eyes lit with understanding.
"The parasites?"
"Won't incubate," Ianto assured him. "It's too alien for my body not to pick up on immediately and kill."
Jack nodded relieved, "That's settled then."
"Jack," Owen protested. "He's not a Doctor! You can't just send him in because Reset won't kill him."
Jack glared at the sarcastic doctor. "I can and I am so deal with it. I want you and Martha to work on will neutralize those parasites in any live hosts they might have. It a drug cocktail won't cut it you better use how to use that singularity scalpel properly.
"Tosh, get the schematics for the Pharm so Ianto can look them over then retrieve the communication contact lenses and make sure they're working properly. Gwen, you can be her test subject for that. Ianto, let's get your cover story sorted up in my office."
"Jack," Martha said. She hesitated, looking unsure for a moment. "I don't want to question your decisions but, I don't understand this one."
Jack glanced at Ianto, "It's not my place to explain Martha, please just leave it at that."
X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.
Ianto heaved an exasperated sight and glared at them all. Each one of them kept looking at him like he'd turned into a woman or something when all he'd done was go back to his flat and changed into something more appropriate for his cover. Sure, black jeans with chains, leather boots, a heavy metal band logo t-shirt, two silver spiked bracelets and a chain necklace had not been what they had in mind but what else was he suppose to wear? He only had one pair of jeans that wasn't black and it was in the wash and the rest of his casual wardrobe belonged to the rebellious goth style he'd adopted when he was fourteen and hadn't dropped since.
"Jack, stop staring at my ass and focus," he snapped.
Jack leered at him for a moment before only marginally focusing on the next phase of the plan. Ianto explained that his illness would be epilepsy, and off and on serious problem that wouldn't be all that difficult to prove. At night he would be able to slip into the building containing the alien life forms. Martha still wasn't exactly understanding of the situation but she said nothing and let events work out.
Ianto put in the contacts and smiled at Jack, "Show time."
X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.
Aaron Copley stared at the young man sitting on the examination table with a sense of déjà view. Logan Jones looked identical to Doctor Ian Mitchell, whom he'd known many years ago but had lost track of. This resemblance was eerie, especially since he'd been thinking of Ian lately, looking for him to introduce him to this discovery and maybe help him perfect it. All he wanted to do was perfect Reset so that the human race would no longer suffer from illness and disease.
Logan turned his eyes to him and he was struck by how vivid they were, how they seemed to be able to look into him and pierce his soul. Ianto had had that ability too and had always been able to counter everything he said, no matter how obscure it had been.
"Ian," he muttered.
Logan's eyes flashed for a moment in triumph but there was an air of confusion when he asked, "Excuse me?"
"Nothing," Aaron replied glancing down at the chart. "We'll run your blood work now though I must say that the preliminary work up does make you a prime candidate for the testing."
Logan smiled brightly and thanked him. Aaron nodded and went to his office. He had work to do, papers to sign off on, results to cover up and reports to go over. But there was one thing he had to do above all else.
In his office he pulled a section of the book shelf out to reveal a small safe which he opened. The safe was state of the art and refrigerated to preserve the single vial of blood he kept there. It was Ian's blood, taken on the sly because he'd known that one day he would be able to do something with blood, knew that it help more importance than people had realized. And now he had reason to test Ian's blood. He would find out what Ian's secret had been all those years ago.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sentinels Guide