Restoration (8/10)
Title: Restoration (8/10)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Doctor, Martha, Rhys, Rhiannon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: CoE
Summary: My response to the horrors of series 3.
Well, this is kind of short, and I don't think it's my best, but I realised a couple of days ago that my perfectly planned out ten chapter fic was actually missing a chapter (I'm not great with numbers, and apparently not counting either lol) so that threw things off a little. Hope you enjoy anyway, though, and thanks for all the wonderful feedback I've been getting. The next part should be up tomorrow sometime.
Ianto is fairly buzzing with anticipation, although he does a good job of hiding it. The UNIT representative is due to arrive at any moment, and he is looking forward to utterly misleading them. He, of course, has to be ‘polite’ and ‘helpful’ while doing so, but at least he can watch Jack tear into him - or her - and be happy in the knowledge that UNIT won’t have a clue what’s really going on.
Everything has been set up exactly as they want it to be. Computer files have been hidden as well as they can be, certain artifacts too, and one or two secure lines of communication have been set up. All three of them spent a few hours writing reports for UNIT. However, they have also left a couple of false trails and some ‘hidden’ files - it wouldn’t do to seem too co-operative. All in all it’s frustrating and will probably cause a few problems, but Torchwood isn’t about to let it stop them. They’ll just have to be careful.
They see the representative - a dark haired woman - arrive on the security camera, and stand to wait for her, Jack just a little in front, arrogant and slightly angry. Ianto, on his right, has schooled his face into careful blankness, and Gwen’s expression is one of stern determination. First impressions, thinks Ianto, are everything.
The lift dings, the doors slide open with a hiss, and the woman strides in. She looks haughty, grey eyes cold, and he instantly dislikes her on principle.
‘Jack Harkness, I assume?’
‘Captain, actually. And you are?’
‘Carol Dunn. I suppose this is your team? Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper?’
They nod stiffly, unable to help notice the faint sneer hovering on her face.
She purses her lips. ‘Captain? A word?’
He stiffens. ‘Anything you say can be said in front of my team.’
‘Very well. You know why I’m here. We - UNIT - have been tasked with keeping a close eye on you. All your work is to be monitored, and if necessary may be passed off for UNIT to deal with.’
Ianto is watching the conversation with the same kind of morbid fascination with which someone might watch a train wreck. Jack is wearing a hard smile. ‘I disagree. You’re welcome to look out our reports and files, of course, but trust me. This won’t last. Torchwood is never going to be controlled by UNIT.’
Dunn’s face darkens. ‘Oh, I assure you it will be. There’s nothing you can do to stop us.’
Actually, there’s quite a lot. Jack has been around a long time and has a lot of favours owed him. Between that and some political string-pulling - Ianto is already in the process of drafting letters to various people in high positions, including the Queen - he doubts that UNIT’s attempts to control Torchwood will last long. The three of them are set on making life hell for the bureaucrats who set this up, and for Ms. Dunn too. He’s quite looking forward to it.
‘Would you like to see the reports, Ma’am? I’m sure you understand that a lot was lost in the explosion. We have a file for you, though.’
She looks quite taken aback by his politeness, but nods. ‘Thank you.’ Somehow, even when thanking him, she manages to maintain an air of superiority, and it sets his teeth on edge. It is incredibly difficult to restrain his smirk when she sees the size of the file.
‘Well,’ she says, after taking a moment, presumably to collect herself. ‘I had better get to it.’ She gives them all a nasty look. ‘I will be looking for discrepancies between these reports and all other files, you understand? It would be best that I don’t find any.’
None of them deign to respond.
Break
‘You have been researching a potential weapon.’
Ianto looks up from his computer screen. Dunn has been reading the reports and trawling through Torchwood’s files for days now, and has apparently come across one of the false trails he set out. He settles down to watch the sparks fly.
Jack is simply staring at the woman. ‘Yes.’
‘It has not been sanctioned! UNIT is to be informed of all potential weapons!’
‘It was in the reports,’ Ianto points out.
‘It was not marked ‘potential weapon’ - you had it under ‘unknown object’!’
‘My mistake. I apologise for the confusion.’ It is neither a potential weapon nor an unknown object. It is, in fact, an alien toaster, or at least that’s what Jack had told them, and a little testing had seemed to prove it. Ianto only wishes that he could see UNIT’s faces when they figure it out.
Dunn is still ranting. ‘The information about your tests was encrypted! You were deliberately hiding it!’
Gwen snorts. ‘Oh come on! You can’t expect us to just lie down and let you do what you want!’
‘That is exactly what is expected of you!’ she snaps imperiously. Ianto really wants to see her knocked down a few pegs.
Jack is smirking. ‘Admit it, you’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t found something.’
‘I would be no such thing. I must inform you, this will be included in the report to my superiors.’
‘I’d be absolutely horrified if it wasn’t,’ Jack tells her, still smirking. Ianto can feel the smugness radiating from him, completely overwhelming the near-constant irritation he’s been feeling lately. Gwen is amused too, and struggling to hide it. Even he has some problems keeping a straight face when he offers her coffee. He has been very accommodating - supposedly - but the coffee her provides her is always decaf and the best biscuits she has had at Torchwood have been Tesco Value digestives. He stifles a small grin. It’s the little things that count, and that goes for revenge too.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Doctor, Martha, Rhys, Rhiannon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: CoE
Summary: My response to the horrors of series 3.
Well, this is kind of short, and I don't think it's my best, but I realised a couple of days ago that my perfectly planned out ten chapter fic was actually missing a chapter (I'm not great with numbers, and apparently not counting either lol) so that threw things off a little. Hope you enjoy anyway, though, and thanks for all the wonderful feedback I've been getting. The next part should be up tomorrow sometime.
Ianto is fairly buzzing with anticipation, although he does a good job of hiding it. The UNIT representative is due to arrive at any moment, and he is looking forward to utterly misleading them. He, of course, has to be ‘polite’ and ‘helpful’ while doing so, but at least he can watch Jack tear into him - or her - and be happy in the knowledge that UNIT won’t have a clue what’s really going on.
Everything has been set up exactly as they want it to be. Computer files have been hidden as well as they can be, certain artifacts too, and one or two secure lines of communication have been set up. All three of them spent a few hours writing reports for UNIT. However, they have also left a couple of false trails and some ‘hidden’ files - it wouldn’t do to seem too co-operative. All in all it’s frustrating and will probably cause a few problems, but Torchwood isn’t about to let it stop them. They’ll just have to be careful.
They see the representative - a dark haired woman - arrive on the security camera, and stand to wait for her, Jack just a little in front, arrogant and slightly angry. Ianto, on his right, has schooled his face into careful blankness, and Gwen’s expression is one of stern determination. First impressions, thinks Ianto, are everything.
The lift dings, the doors slide open with a hiss, and the woman strides in. She looks haughty, grey eyes cold, and he instantly dislikes her on principle.
‘Jack Harkness, I assume?’
‘Captain, actually. And you are?’
‘Carol Dunn. I suppose this is your team? Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper?’
They nod stiffly, unable to help notice the faint sneer hovering on her face.
She purses her lips. ‘Captain? A word?’
He stiffens. ‘Anything you say can be said in front of my team.’
‘Very well. You know why I’m here. We - UNIT - have been tasked with keeping a close eye on you. All your work is to be monitored, and if necessary may be passed off for UNIT to deal with.’
Ianto is watching the conversation with the same kind of morbid fascination with which someone might watch a train wreck. Jack is wearing a hard smile. ‘I disagree. You’re welcome to look out our reports and files, of course, but trust me. This won’t last. Torchwood is never going to be controlled by UNIT.’
Dunn’s face darkens. ‘Oh, I assure you it will be. There’s nothing you can do to stop us.’
Actually, there’s quite a lot. Jack has been around a long time and has a lot of favours owed him. Between that and some political string-pulling - Ianto is already in the process of drafting letters to various people in high positions, including the Queen - he doubts that UNIT’s attempts to control Torchwood will last long. The three of them are set on making life hell for the bureaucrats who set this up, and for Ms. Dunn too. He’s quite looking forward to it.
‘Would you like to see the reports, Ma’am? I’m sure you understand that a lot was lost in the explosion. We have a file for you, though.’
She looks quite taken aback by his politeness, but nods. ‘Thank you.’ Somehow, even when thanking him, she manages to maintain an air of superiority, and it sets his teeth on edge. It is incredibly difficult to restrain his smirk when she sees the size of the file.
‘Well,’ she says, after taking a moment, presumably to collect herself. ‘I had better get to it.’ She gives them all a nasty look. ‘I will be looking for discrepancies between these reports and all other files, you understand? It would be best that I don’t find any.’
None of them deign to respond.
Break
‘You have been researching a potential weapon.’
Ianto looks up from his computer screen. Dunn has been reading the reports and trawling through Torchwood’s files for days now, and has apparently come across one of the false trails he set out. He settles down to watch the sparks fly.
Jack is simply staring at the woman. ‘Yes.’
‘It has not been sanctioned! UNIT is to be informed of all potential weapons!’
‘It was in the reports,’ Ianto points out.
‘It was not marked ‘potential weapon’ - you had it under ‘unknown object’!’
‘My mistake. I apologise for the confusion.’ It is neither a potential weapon nor an unknown object. It is, in fact, an alien toaster, or at least that’s what Jack had told them, and a little testing had seemed to prove it. Ianto only wishes that he could see UNIT’s faces when they figure it out.
Dunn is still ranting. ‘The information about your tests was encrypted! You were deliberately hiding it!’
Gwen snorts. ‘Oh come on! You can’t expect us to just lie down and let you do what you want!’
‘That is exactly what is expected of you!’ she snaps imperiously. Ianto really wants to see her knocked down a few pegs.
Jack is smirking. ‘Admit it, you’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t found something.’
‘I would be no such thing. I must inform you, this will be included in the report to my superiors.’
‘I’d be absolutely horrified if it wasn’t,’ Jack tells her, still smirking. Ianto can feel the smugness radiating from him, completely overwhelming the near-constant irritation he’s been feeling lately. Gwen is amused too, and struggling to hide it. Even he has some problems keeping a straight face when he offers her coffee. He has been very accommodating - supposedly - but the coffee her provides her is always decaf and the best biscuits she has had at Torchwood have been Tesco Value digestives. He stifles a small grin. It’s the little things that count, and that goes for revenge too.