Chapter Twelve

Jack knew, of course, that the Doctor would try something like this.

He leaned against the wall as he watched the Time Lord searching through the cryogenic units, looking for the Master. He wouldn’t have been able to leave it alone, and would want to ‘rescue’ his fellow Time Lord from the ‘evil’ Torchwood.

It was disappointing, ( Read more... )

Chapter Eleven

All Ianto wanted to do was sleep, but there was more that needed to be accomplished before he could even think about lying down.

It had felt good though, to have Jack’s arm around him, and his thoughts tickling his mind. He kept expecting the link between himself and his lover to fade out the farther he got away from the TARDIS, but ( Read more... )

Chapter Ten

The TARDIS came to land between two of the server stacks, and Jack found himself bouncing on the balls of his feet, knowing that Ianto had to be within and wanting to see his lover again.

He was a bit confused, though. He’d told Ianto and Alexis to get the TARDIS back to the Hub and out of danger, and then they could try to locate the ( Read more... )

Chapter Nine

“I’m asking again,” the Doctor snapped, putting himself between Ianto and Martha Jones, “who the hell are you?”

Ianto was too busy at the console, and he telepathically nudged Alexis to explain. She mentally rolled her eyes at him. “I’m Alexis, and this is Ianto. We came to rescue you, which is obvious since we’re here now and we ( Read more... )

Chapter Seven

Ianto felt grateful that Jack had trusted him with this part of the plan.

But, at the same time, a part of him was bothered to be missing the distraction that was currently going on in the lobby of the office building that housed the London branch of Magister Innovations.

Of course, he’d known the moment that the TARDIS had shown up ( Read more... )

Chapter Six

Jack stood at Toshiko’s station, fidgeting while he watched the picture on the larger monitor move through an unknown hallway.

John had been able to reschedule his appointment at Magister Innovations, but had requested to be shown around the London office instead of the one in New Jersey, claiming that his journal had needed him back in ( Read more... )

Chapter Five

‘Ianto,’ Alexis’ mental voice called, and she sounded excited.

Ianto was glad of the interruption. He’d grown increasingly frustrated with their lack of success in discovering where the telepathic burst had come from. Not only had he been acting as go-between for Torchwood and the Lab, he had tried to conduct his own line of research ( Read more... )

Chapter Four

Jack chewed his thumb as he stood at the railing overlooking the autopsy bay, watching Owen put Ianto through every sort of exam the medic could think of.

When he’d seen both his lover and Alexis go blank, their fingers tapping some sort of odd rhythm, he’d nearly panicked. He hadn’t been the only one; Rick Castle had gone white as he’ ( Read more... )

Chapter Three

Ianto curled up on his side, so he could watch Owen with Alexis.

He felt as if his head would fall off at the movement. He almost hoped it would, because then it might not pound like someone had turned up the bass line in his brain.

Despite the pain, Ianto’s mind felt numb, as if his telepathy had been cut off. It reminded him of ( Read more... )

Chapter Two

Jack Harkness barely managed not to slam the phone down onto its cradle.

Just who did Harold Saxon think he was?

Of course, the man thought he was a government official, and in Jack’s experience every one of Saxon’s ilk had an entitlement complex several miles wide. Saxon seemed worse, in his opinion, and Jack sincerely hoped that the ( Read more... )