Is This Sex Or Only Violence? - Phantoms Never Sleep 7/?
Title: Is This Sex Or Only Violence? - Phantoms Never Sleep 7/?
Rating: I like to swear, and there’s a slight bit of Janto smuttyness, so 15???
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Rest of the team, new group of alien nasties.
Chapters: Sequel to “Playing With Shadows”
Spoilers: Set series one, post ‘’Cyberwoman”, but anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: When Ianto suddenly falls very ill, no one in the team can understand why. Who are the “Phantoms”? And why is Ianto living a life that was never his?
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though. All belongs to the mighty RTD!
Author’s Notes: So a long and most likely twisty Phantoms journey ahead here. I have to thank my beta 2nd_toshiko , obviously for beta’ing this and being able to keep her head around the ever changing plot lines!! And like always, any comments I receive are welcomed with open arms and keep my hands a typing! Thanks :)
Chapter One: Awakening
Chapter Two: Uncommon Death
Chapter Three: I Cry Softly Into Time
Chapter Four: Ghost of Mine
Chapter Five: Where Mortals Fear To Tread
Chapter Six: Playing With Shadows
Dedicated to the fantastic people who have supported me and my writing. Seriously you make the process all the more worthwhile!!! I can never say thanks enough!
“Jack.” A soft voice cooed into his ear penetrating the darkness. The captain’s eyes shot open, his heart catching in his throat. Gentle fingers were trailing across the bare skin of his chest, the touch almost ghost like and ethereal. He couldn’t suppress the groan that echoed from the cavern of his mouth from the, oh, so familiar touch. “Jack, wake up.” The voice said again, this time a kiss pressing against the join of his neck and shoulder, warm and forgiving, a gentle pressure of teeth against his nerve endings.
“Ianto?” Jack sat bolt upright, wide awake. His heart slammed against the cavity of his chest. This was no dream. “Yan?” He almost moaned eyes searching the Welshman’s features through the gloom. He reached out, cupping his face. “I don’t understand…..you’re….”
“I’m what, Jack?” Ianto smiled, holding onto his hand before kissing it softly. “I’m here. I’m always going to be here.”
“But……” The captain was tripping over his own words now, mouth dry and heart pounding in his chest. “How are you……?”
“Does it matter?” The younger man grinned pulling Jack’s face closer to his. Bringing his face closer, he covered Jack’s mouth with his own, granting him access as the kiss deepened beyond all control. Jack felt a hungry moan pass his lips as he gripped at Ianto’s face, holding him so tightly against him. One hand slid across the younger man’s body, feeling the contours of his muscles move underneath the fabric of his shirt whilst the other still cupped at his face, holding on with all the need in the world. Ianto shuddered under the touch, pressing harder into the captain’s body, his own hands running against the soft skin of Jack’s stomach. He paused, biting at the older man’s lower lip. “They let me go. Isn’t that enough?”
“But why?” His words barely a breath now, Jack allowed himself be pushed back onto the bed, relishing the warm feeling as Ianto began to worship the skin of his neck, licking his way along the curved line of his jugular. Sparks of electricity passed from the young mouth as it softly nibbled at the skin, teeth leaving mark after possessive mark as they continued their way down the captain’s chest.
“I don’t know Jack.” The husky voice replied hushed as more kisses reached the other man’s skin. “Please believe me………god cariad, all I want to be is yours right now.” Jack gasped as Ianto’s mouth found one of his nipples, his eyes forced shut as the sensations began to wash across his mind, numbing it. Through his haze, Jack could barely breathe, never mind think, as he felt the younger man edge even more down his body, tongue lapping at every expanse of bare skin. But just as he prepared to let his lust take him completely, a word struck him between the eyes with the force of a bullet. Cariad. The word rang through his thoughts, sinister and dark. Untrue. Never would his Ianto have called him that………
“No.” Jack reached down, pulling Ianto’s mouth from his body. None of this felt right. “This doesn’t make sense.”
“Jack….”
“No, stop!” Jack was yelling now, stomach churning as his nerves tingled with both fear and lust. “You’re not him.”
“You’re cleverer than we gave you credit for.” The figure laughed, straightening up. “Captain Jack Harkness. The enigma. The conquest.” The haunting voice no longer belonged to Ianto as the figure lay beside Jack, vowels suddenly so distant and understated. Definitely not Welsh. A hand reached out, a lone finger pressed to his temple rendering his paralysed, unable to move as the body beside him shimmered from that of Ianto into the iced form of Viridis.
“What are you doing here?” Jack spat, although even he knew the words were completely redundant.
“To play.” Viridis smiled, long elegant fingers reaching out to trace circles across his stomach, sparks of numbing pain shooting through every touch as Jack felt himself be unable to move. “I may not be able to take your mind Jack Harkness, but I have other ways of finding amusement.” She raised one eyebrow, bringing her face close to his chest once again, an icy kiss sending shockwaves through his chest. She giggled with delight, watching his body convulse with pain. “Not often do I find one so beautiful.” Another sharp kiss hit his skin.
“Why?” Jack barely managed to hiss.
“Because I can.” She laughed crawling up his body so that her face was only inches from his, iced breath brushing against his chin. “What other reason is there?” Viridis leaned in her voice barely even audible, pressing a hard kiss to his reluctant lips. Agony poured into his mouth from the contact. “Although…” She continued to whisper, pulling away. “I have a warning for you also.”
“A……warning….?” The Captain’s voice shook as he fought through the pain.
“Yes. Remember, I’ve seen your mind Jack Harkness, and I know what you’re planning. You cannot fool us so easily.”
“I’m not trying to-”
“Don’t deny it child. I hear your thoughts.” She closed her eyes, her voice suddenly ringing within Jack’s mind. “See?”
“I have to stop you.” He continued, trying to ignore the intrusion. “What you’re doing is wrong, it’s evil.”
“It’s fun. What use is humanity if not to entertain those who can enslave it?” She laughed again, moving away from his body entirely.
“You have no right.”
“And why not? Who can stop us?”
“We can.”
“I think not.” Viridis’ face suddenly became harsh, more serious as she stood up, her eyes locked on to Jack’s with deadly precision. “And you shouldn’t try. They will die.”
“You wouldn’t-”
“You know we would.”
“But you value them.”
“Every so often toys get broken.” A cold smile spread across her face. “We can easily replace them. New people, new games. We do so hate to be bored.”
The invisible shackles around Jack’s body disappeared, and sitting up helplessly the Captain had no choice but to watch Viridis dissolve to nothing before his own eyes. He shook his head, rubbing at his eyes, ignoring the pain that was now coursing through his body. Never before had Jack Harkness felt so abused, felt so vulnerable. The Phantoms knew his weakness; they knew how to hurt him both physically and mentally and just how much force to use. They would know everything about him, he was fully aware of how flimsy the barriers he had around his thoughts were compared to the power that they had. The Captain shuddered, feeling so lost and helpless that the darkness around him was almost suffocating. He had faced many enemies, felt lots of pain, lived many lives. But never before had Jack Harkness faced an enemy who knew him better than he knew himself………
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He was going insane. There was no other explanation for it. How could anything explain this? He was in a kind of purgatory, nothing felt normal anymore, and nothing felt right. One minute he’d be eating breakfast, Lisa kissing his cheek before she went out to work. The next he’d be at the roadside, her body lying crushed by the pavement, or in their car, blood leaking from her ears as the car crumpled around them. Or at home, finding her bleeding to death from a gunshot to the stomach, beads of sweat pouring down her face as she said goodbye. Or in graveyard bent over her coffin, crying out his own goodbyes, lashing out at the earth, at the sky, at everything for how it had taken her so unfairly from him.. Each time it was a fresh pain, a new grief, each death as real as the last. Until he found himself sitting beside her again everything flashing back to normality, her features just as alive as they had always been…….
“Yan…….” She breathed her arms still tight around his neck as he lay on top of her. She opened her eyes, her face relaxing back into its normal state, a thin film of sweat gracing her skin. “I love you.” She gave him a contented smile, craning upwards so that she could press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Love you too.” He groaned rolling off of her, feeling anything but contented. He closed his eyes, trying to force the painful images from his mind. She had looked so alive, but it was no longer enough…….
“Ianto?” Propping herself up with one arm, Lisa turned to look at him, her face marred by concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that.” She reached out, stroking his damp cheek affectionately, the deep pools of her eyes barely visible in the low light.. “I’m worried about you.”
“Why?”
“Because………” She paused, looking away, almost ashamed. “When we……….when we made love, you said something……”
“What?”
“I don’t know what it meant.”
“Lisa, what did I say?” Ianto raised his voice slightly, urgency piercing through. He paused, softening. “Please, just…… tell me.”
“You said…..when you came; you called me your captain.”
“……I…… I did?”
“Yes. What did you mean Yan? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No! Of course not.”
“Then why did you say it?”
“I…..I don’t know…..” Ianto sighed, leaning forward to tenderly kiss his wife. “I love you. You and no one else. Okay?” He forced a grin, locking eyes with her as best he could.
“I trust you Yan.” She nodded, snuggling down into his arms, resting her head on his chest. They lay back against the sheets, silence engulfing them for the night. Everything should have been perfect…..
But it wasn’t. He had lied. There was someone else, another life that had had slowly percolated into his thoughts just as water filters through the sands of time. Memories had begun to haunt his dreams, pour into his sub conscious. As he held his wife, they flooded back, gushing against the barriers that had cushioned his mind for so long. His Captain. Jack. Not the little boy sleeping next door. But a man. Not just any man. The man he loved, he man he had laid with, the man who had given him everything back. Bright blue eyes, that pure smile, strong arms holding his shoulders as he had cried. Gentle lips pressing passionate kisses to his own. A decisive hand pressing a gun to his temple…… Was he real? When had they met? Who was he? The questions drummed through Ianto’s skull, the insane rhythm driving him further down the road to insanity. Caught between to lives, to realities almost, forever in limbo. Which was true? Where did one begin and the other end? He was forgetting so much, losing his grasp on what little happy thoughts he still had within his heart. His wedding to Lisa, his promotion at work, their fifth anniversary that they’d shared earlier that year, his own son’s birthday…….all these memories were blurring like chalk dust in the rain, only to be replaced by thoughts of just one man. One Captain. Jack Harkness.
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“Jack………” There was a soft knock at his office door, propelling the Captain’s thoughts back into reality. He sat up, rubbing at his face from where it had been resting against his desk. “Rough night again?” Gwen smiled, still hovering in the doorway.
“You could say that.” He forced a grin, brain still fuzzy from the impromptu sleep. “What’s up?”
“Owen told me to come get you. He’s been calling you on the comms for the last 10 minutes.” Gwen shook her head grinning. “Come on, before he thinks you’ve got lost.”
Jack reluctantly followed, briefly wishing that he was.
“Okay……” Owen grinned weakly, twiddling the empty syringe cartridge in his hands. “Time to defrost our friend eh?”
“How long has she been frozen?” Jack cocked an eyebrow, looking down to the girl’s frosty face.
“24 hours. It’s the minimum length of time for cryogenics.”
“And no problems?”
“None what so ever.” Owen gave Jack a quick nod filling the cartridge to with ease. “Went to sleep like a baby.”
“And what about Ianto?”
“Ah……” The doctor paused, setting down the syringe gun beside Rebecca’s body. “His brain signals have started to increase, just like hers.”
“Seems like the Phantoms games get too much for them.” Jack grimaced.
“What?”
“Nothing.” The captain shook his head turning his attention back to the woman lying out before him. “Get her woken up. I want to freeze Yan as soon as possible.”
Owen didn’t reply, picking up the syringe gun and lifting Rebecca’s limp arm. With a decisive precision he put the needle to her elbow, clicking the chemicals into her body in a flash. He reached for his stethoscope and pressed it to her chest.
There was nothing.
Remaining calm, Owen reached for the defibrillators, pressing the pads into Rebecca’s pale chest and charging them. Her body jolted as the surge of electricity pulsed through her. Still nothing. The young medic increased the voltage, pressing the pads against her chest again. Her body leapt up into the air, but no sigh of life resumed beyond it. Owen tried again, and again, but there was nothing. The body remained frozen on the table.
Reaching for the scanner, Owen held it to her temple, waiting ten seconds for it to take the reading. Lifting it upwards he stared down at the screen, a lump forming in his throat.
“Jack……” The young doctor’s mouth was so dry that the words were barely able to leave his body. “She’s dead.” He held the scanner out towards him. “There’s no signal.”
“No…………” Jack could feel anger swelling in his blood, burning in his stomach. “This is all wrong. She can’t be dead.”
“I’m sorry. They let her go.”
Every so often toys get broken.
Jack could feel Viridis’ voice echoing through his thoughts, a constant reminder. A constant warning.
He’d underestimated them. He’d sentenced Rebecca Morrison to death.
Closing his eyes, Jack tried to shut out the voices in his head, not to listen to the grief building in his soul. He clenched his fists, nails cutting into his own skin, desperate to will it all away.
And then he remembered.
Ianto…………
(In case anyone is interested, the idea of The Phantoms as nasties was partly inspired by the lyrics of S.O.S by Apocalyptica from which this chapter’s title is taken from. Its an amazing song and the lyrics, well they have The Phantoms written all over them……… :P
http://www.sweetslyrics.com/531378.APOCALYPTICA%20-%20S.O.S.(Anything%20But%20Love)%20%5BFeat.%20Cristina%20Scabbia%5D%20.html )
So here we are again eh? Long chapter this one, but as always I really really do appreciate your comments. So if you can spare the time, please drop us a line! Thanks :)
Just Being Me
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Click here for the next chapter, "Don't You Wish You Were Dead Like Me?"
Rating: I like to swear, and there’s a slight bit of Janto smuttyness, so 15???
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Rest of the team, new group of alien nasties.
Chapters: Sequel to “Playing With Shadows”
Spoilers: Set series one, post ‘’Cyberwoman”, but anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: When Ianto suddenly falls very ill, no one in the team can understand why. Who are the “Phantoms”? And why is Ianto living a life that was never his?
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though. All belongs to the mighty RTD!
Author’s Notes: So a long and most likely twisty Phantoms journey ahead here. I have to thank my beta 2nd_toshiko , obviously for beta’ing this and being able to keep her head around the ever changing plot lines!! And like always, any comments I receive are welcomed with open arms and keep my hands a typing! Thanks :)
Chapter One: Awakening
Chapter Two: Uncommon Death
Chapter Three: I Cry Softly Into Time
Chapter Four: Ghost of Mine
Chapter Five: Where Mortals Fear To Tread
Chapter Six: Playing With Shadows
Dedicated to the fantastic people who have supported me and my writing. Seriously you make the process all the more worthwhile!!! I can never say thanks enough!
“Jack.” A soft voice cooed into his ear penetrating the darkness. The captain’s eyes shot open, his heart catching in his throat. Gentle fingers were trailing across the bare skin of his chest, the touch almost ghost like and ethereal. He couldn’t suppress the groan that echoed from the cavern of his mouth from the, oh, so familiar touch. “Jack, wake up.” The voice said again, this time a kiss pressing against the join of his neck and shoulder, warm and forgiving, a gentle pressure of teeth against his nerve endings.
“Ianto?” Jack sat bolt upright, wide awake. His heart slammed against the cavity of his chest. This was no dream. “Yan?” He almost moaned eyes searching the Welshman’s features through the gloom. He reached out, cupping his face. “I don’t understand…..you’re….”
“I’m what, Jack?” Ianto smiled, holding onto his hand before kissing it softly. “I’m here. I’m always going to be here.”
“But……” The captain was tripping over his own words now, mouth dry and heart pounding in his chest. “How are you……?”
“Does it matter?” The younger man grinned pulling Jack’s face closer to his. Bringing his face closer, he covered Jack’s mouth with his own, granting him access as the kiss deepened beyond all control. Jack felt a hungry moan pass his lips as he gripped at Ianto’s face, holding him so tightly against him. One hand slid across the younger man’s body, feeling the contours of his muscles move underneath the fabric of his shirt whilst the other still cupped at his face, holding on with all the need in the world. Ianto shuddered under the touch, pressing harder into the captain’s body, his own hands running against the soft skin of Jack’s stomach. He paused, biting at the older man’s lower lip. “They let me go. Isn’t that enough?”
“But why?” His words barely a breath now, Jack allowed himself be pushed back onto the bed, relishing the warm feeling as Ianto began to worship the skin of his neck, licking his way along the curved line of his jugular. Sparks of electricity passed from the young mouth as it softly nibbled at the skin, teeth leaving mark after possessive mark as they continued their way down the captain’s chest.
“I don’t know Jack.” The husky voice replied hushed as more kisses reached the other man’s skin. “Please believe me………god cariad, all I want to be is yours right now.” Jack gasped as Ianto’s mouth found one of his nipples, his eyes forced shut as the sensations began to wash across his mind, numbing it. Through his haze, Jack could barely breathe, never mind think, as he felt the younger man edge even more down his body, tongue lapping at every expanse of bare skin. But just as he prepared to let his lust take him completely, a word struck him between the eyes with the force of a bullet. Cariad. The word rang through his thoughts, sinister and dark. Untrue. Never would his Ianto have called him that………
“No.” Jack reached down, pulling Ianto’s mouth from his body. None of this felt right. “This doesn’t make sense.”
“Jack….”
“No, stop!” Jack was yelling now, stomach churning as his nerves tingled with both fear and lust. “You’re not him.”
“You’re cleverer than we gave you credit for.” The figure laughed, straightening up. “Captain Jack Harkness. The enigma. The conquest.” The haunting voice no longer belonged to Ianto as the figure lay beside Jack, vowels suddenly so distant and understated. Definitely not Welsh. A hand reached out, a lone finger pressed to his temple rendering his paralysed, unable to move as the body beside him shimmered from that of Ianto into the iced form of Viridis.
“What are you doing here?” Jack spat, although even he knew the words were completely redundant.
“To play.” Viridis smiled, long elegant fingers reaching out to trace circles across his stomach, sparks of numbing pain shooting through every touch as Jack felt himself be unable to move. “I may not be able to take your mind Jack Harkness, but I have other ways of finding amusement.” She raised one eyebrow, bringing her face close to his chest once again, an icy kiss sending shockwaves through his chest. She giggled with delight, watching his body convulse with pain. “Not often do I find one so beautiful.” Another sharp kiss hit his skin.
“Why?” Jack barely managed to hiss.
“Because I can.” She laughed crawling up his body so that her face was only inches from his, iced breath brushing against his chin. “What other reason is there?” Viridis leaned in her voice barely even audible, pressing a hard kiss to his reluctant lips. Agony poured into his mouth from the contact. “Although…” She continued to whisper, pulling away. “I have a warning for you also.”
“A……warning….?” The Captain’s voice shook as he fought through the pain.
“Yes. Remember, I’ve seen your mind Jack Harkness, and I know what you’re planning. You cannot fool us so easily.”
“I’m not trying to-”
“Don’t deny it child. I hear your thoughts.” She closed her eyes, her voice suddenly ringing within Jack’s mind. “See?”
“I have to stop you.” He continued, trying to ignore the intrusion. “What you’re doing is wrong, it’s evil.”
“It’s fun. What use is humanity if not to entertain those who can enslave it?” She laughed again, moving away from his body entirely.
“You have no right.”
“And why not? Who can stop us?”
“We can.”
“I think not.” Viridis’ face suddenly became harsh, more serious as she stood up, her eyes locked on to Jack’s with deadly precision. “And you shouldn’t try. They will die.”
“You wouldn’t-”
“You know we would.”
“But you value them.”
“Every so often toys get broken.” A cold smile spread across her face. “We can easily replace them. New people, new games. We do so hate to be bored.”
The invisible shackles around Jack’s body disappeared, and sitting up helplessly the Captain had no choice but to watch Viridis dissolve to nothing before his own eyes. He shook his head, rubbing at his eyes, ignoring the pain that was now coursing through his body. Never before had Jack Harkness felt so abused, felt so vulnerable. The Phantoms knew his weakness; they knew how to hurt him both physically and mentally and just how much force to use. They would know everything about him, he was fully aware of how flimsy the barriers he had around his thoughts were compared to the power that they had. The Captain shuddered, feeling so lost and helpless that the darkness around him was almost suffocating. He had faced many enemies, felt lots of pain, lived many lives. But never before had Jack Harkness faced an enemy who knew him better than he knew himself………
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He was going insane. There was no other explanation for it. How could anything explain this? He was in a kind of purgatory, nothing felt normal anymore, and nothing felt right. One minute he’d be eating breakfast, Lisa kissing his cheek before she went out to work. The next he’d be at the roadside, her body lying crushed by the pavement, or in their car, blood leaking from her ears as the car crumpled around them. Or at home, finding her bleeding to death from a gunshot to the stomach, beads of sweat pouring down her face as she said goodbye. Or in graveyard bent over her coffin, crying out his own goodbyes, lashing out at the earth, at the sky, at everything for how it had taken her so unfairly from him.. Each time it was a fresh pain, a new grief, each death as real as the last. Until he found himself sitting beside her again everything flashing back to normality, her features just as alive as they had always been…….
“Yan…….” She breathed her arms still tight around his neck as he lay on top of her. She opened her eyes, her face relaxing back into its normal state, a thin film of sweat gracing her skin. “I love you.” She gave him a contented smile, craning upwards so that she could press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Love you too.” He groaned rolling off of her, feeling anything but contented. He closed his eyes, trying to force the painful images from his mind. She had looked so alive, but it was no longer enough…….
“Ianto?” Propping herself up with one arm, Lisa turned to look at him, her face marred by concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that.” She reached out, stroking his damp cheek affectionately, the deep pools of her eyes barely visible in the low light.. “I’m worried about you.”
“Why?”
“Because………” She paused, looking away, almost ashamed. “When we……….when we made love, you said something……”
“What?”
“I don’t know what it meant.”
“Lisa, what did I say?” Ianto raised his voice slightly, urgency piercing through. He paused, softening. “Please, just…… tell me.”
“You said…..when you came; you called me your captain.”
“……I…… I did?”
“Yes. What did you mean Yan? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No! Of course not.”
“Then why did you say it?”
“I…..I don’t know…..” Ianto sighed, leaning forward to tenderly kiss his wife. “I love you. You and no one else. Okay?” He forced a grin, locking eyes with her as best he could.
“I trust you Yan.” She nodded, snuggling down into his arms, resting her head on his chest. They lay back against the sheets, silence engulfing them for the night. Everything should have been perfect…..
But it wasn’t. He had lied. There was someone else, another life that had had slowly percolated into his thoughts just as water filters through the sands of time. Memories had begun to haunt his dreams, pour into his sub conscious. As he held his wife, they flooded back, gushing against the barriers that had cushioned his mind for so long. His Captain. Jack. Not the little boy sleeping next door. But a man. Not just any man. The man he loved, he man he had laid with, the man who had given him everything back. Bright blue eyes, that pure smile, strong arms holding his shoulders as he had cried. Gentle lips pressing passionate kisses to his own. A decisive hand pressing a gun to his temple…… Was he real? When had they met? Who was he? The questions drummed through Ianto’s skull, the insane rhythm driving him further down the road to insanity. Caught between to lives, to realities almost, forever in limbo. Which was true? Where did one begin and the other end? He was forgetting so much, losing his grasp on what little happy thoughts he still had within his heart. His wedding to Lisa, his promotion at work, their fifth anniversary that they’d shared earlier that year, his own son’s birthday…….all these memories were blurring like chalk dust in the rain, only to be replaced by thoughts of just one man. One Captain. Jack Harkness.
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“Jack………” There was a soft knock at his office door, propelling the Captain’s thoughts back into reality. He sat up, rubbing at his face from where it had been resting against his desk. “Rough night again?” Gwen smiled, still hovering in the doorway.
“You could say that.” He forced a grin, brain still fuzzy from the impromptu sleep. “What’s up?”
“Owen told me to come get you. He’s been calling you on the comms for the last 10 minutes.” Gwen shook her head grinning. “Come on, before he thinks you’ve got lost.”
Jack reluctantly followed, briefly wishing that he was.
“Okay……” Owen grinned weakly, twiddling the empty syringe cartridge in his hands. “Time to defrost our friend eh?”
“How long has she been frozen?” Jack cocked an eyebrow, looking down to the girl’s frosty face.
“24 hours. It’s the minimum length of time for cryogenics.”
“And no problems?”
“None what so ever.” Owen gave Jack a quick nod filling the cartridge to with ease. “Went to sleep like a baby.”
“And what about Ianto?”
“Ah……” The doctor paused, setting down the syringe gun beside Rebecca’s body. “His brain signals have started to increase, just like hers.”
“Seems like the Phantoms games get too much for them.” Jack grimaced.
“What?”
“Nothing.” The captain shook his head turning his attention back to the woman lying out before him. “Get her woken up. I want to freeze Yan as soon as possible.”
Owen didn’t reply, picking up the syringe gun and lifting Rebecca’s limp arm. With a decisive precision he put the needle to her elbow, clicking the chemicals into her body in a flash. He reached for his stethoscope and pressed it to her chest.
There was nothing.
Remaining calm, Owen reached for the defibrillators, pressing the pads into Rebecca’s pale chest and charging them. Her body jolted as the surge of electricity pulsed through her. Still nothing. The young medic increased the voltage, pressing the pads against her chest again. Her body leapt up into the air, but no sigh of life resumed beyond it. Owen tried again, and again, but there was nothing. The body remained frozen on the table.
Reaching for the scanner, Owen held it to her temple, waiting ten seconds for it to take the reading. Lifting it upwards he stared down at the screen, a lump forming in his throat.
“Jack……” The young doctor’s mouth was so dry that the words were barely able to leave his body. “She’s dead.” He held the scanner out towards him. “There’s no signal.”
“No…………” Jack could feel anger swelling in his blood, burning in his stomach. “This is all wrong. She can’t be dead.”
“I’m sorry. They let her go.”
Every so often toys get broken.
Jack could feel Viridis’ voice echoing through his thoughts, a constant reminder. A constant warning.
He’d underestimated them. He’d sentenced Rebecca Morrison to death.
Closing his eyes, Jack tried to shut out the voices in his head, not to listen to the grief building in his soul. He clenched his fists, nails cutting into his own skin, desperate to will it all away.
And then he remembered.
Ianto…………
(In case anyone is interested, the idea of The Phantoms as nasties was partly inspired by the lyrics of S.O.S by Apocalyptica from which this chapter’s title is taken from. Its an amazing song and the lyrics, well they have The Phantoms written all over them……… :P
http://www.sweetslyrics.com/531378.APOCALYPTICA%20-%20S.O.S.(Anything%20But%20Love)%20%5BFeat.%20Cristina%20Scabbia%5D%20.html )
So here we are again eh? Long chapter this one, but as always I really really do appreciate your comments. So if you can spare the time, please drop us a line! Thanks :)
Just Being Me
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Click here for the next chapter, "Don't You Wish You Were Dead Like Me?"