Guilt - 40/70ish
Title: Guilt
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: What was it that made Ianto scream?
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Forty
Ianto stumbled backwards.
That definitely wasn’t Myfanwy.
He didn’t know how it had gotten in here, or what it wanted, but the rows of teeth and razor sharp claws told him he didn’t want to be sticking around to ask.
His back hit something, it felt like part of the rift manipulator, and his eyes flickered to the left and to the right, pondering his escape routes.
His breath caught in his throat as he realised that the creature, whatever it was, was not alone.
He almost stopped breathing entirely when he remembered that Lisa’s door had not been closed that day, just in case she needed them quickly after the procedure. He couldn’t let these things get to her.
But on the other hand, the rest of the team were up there in what he liked to call the ‘office’ area, and they would probably welcome the help. Might need the help.
So, to go left, or right?
Protect Lisa, or assist the team?
He hesitated for just a minute too long.
* * *
Ianto’s shout brought heads up from desks and away from screens, and it took the rest of the team scant moments to notice that something was very wrong.
Three large, winged creatures had appeared as if from nowhere, and were swooping across the Hub just meters from the ground.
Jack was relieved for a second that the pterodactyl nest was still locked before his mind focussed on the more important issue.
It became apparent within moments that, unfortunately, capture and containment just wasn’t going to be an option. If any of the creatures had been alone then it might have been an outside possibility, but with three of them there was almost no chance of a capture being successful without getting most of his team killed.
“They’re too dangerous, we don’t have time on our side - shoot to kill,” he called to his team, pulling out his Webely and hoping fervently that bullets could stop these things.
Shots rang out around the Hub, but the creatures didn’t stop. They flew swiftly, and seemed to be able to change direction in a moment, making it very difficult to aim accurately.
The team spread out a little and continued to shoot. Jack knew they had weapons more suited to the task in the weapons vault, but there was simply no time to go and find them.
Finally, what felt like hours later but in reality couldn’t have been any more than fifteen seconds, there was a loud screech and one of the creatures crashed to the ground, bright purple goo leaking from a wound on its head.
Jack couldn’t be sure whose shot had hit it, but it was a tiny glimmer of hope that at least a shot to the head worked - the creature had stopped moving almost immediately on impact with the ground.
Moments later, a second creature joined it on the floor, a wing twitching slightly before it expired.
There was only one creature left, and the whole team had turned their attentions to it.
Suddenly, the creature swung out of its swooping and circling pattern, and appeared to be diving for a target.
Jack’s head spun around to look at the spot it was aiming for, and his heart froze momentarily.
There, right within the reaches of the dangerous talons of the remaining creature, was Ianto - defenceless without a weapon and stuck with nowhere to run.
Blood rushing in his ears, Jack took aim, and fired.
He almost couldn’t bear to look, but the Hub was immediately filled with the ear-splitting screech of the final creature as the bullet ripped through its head.
The threat neutralised, Jack finally allowed himself to breathe.
He re-holstered his gun and looked around, watching as his team did the same thing.
He didn’t know how the creatures had gotten into the Hub, but they had time now to work it out. The danger was over, and his team was - no, wait, where was Ianto?
Striding quickly across the Hub, Jack made his way to the spot where he’d last seen Ianto, before the death of the final creature.
What he found had him dropping to his knees, his throat tightening in panic.
“Owen!”
Chapter Forty-One
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: What was it that made Ianto scream?
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Forty
Ianto stumbled backwards.
That definitely wasn’t Myfanwy.
He didn’t know how it had gotten in here, or what it wanted, but the rows of teeth and razor sharp claws told him he didn’t want to be sticking around to ask.
His back hit something, it felt like part of the rift manipulator, and his eyes flickered to the left and to the right, pondering his escape routes.
His breath caught in his throat as he realised that the creature, whatever it was, was not alone.
He almost stopped breathing entirely when he remembered that Lisa’s door had not been closed that day, just in case she needed them quickly after the procedure. He couldn’t let these things get to her.
But on the other hand, the rest of the team were up there in what he liked to call the ‘office’ area, and they would probably welcome the help. Might need the help.
So, to go left, or right?
Protect Lisa, or assist the team?
He hesitated for just a minute too long.
* * *
Ianto’s shout brought heads up from desks and away from screens, and it took the rest of the team scant moments to notice that something was very wrong.
Three large, winged creatures had appeared as if from nowhere, and were swooping across the Hub just meters from the ground.
Jack was relieved for a second that the pterodactyl nest was still locked before his mind focussed on the more important issue.
It became apparent within moments that, unfortunately, capture and containment just wasn’t going to be an option. If any of the creatures had been alone then it might have been an outside possibility, but with three of them there was almost no chance of a capture being successful without getting most of his team killed.
“They’re too dangerous, we don’t have time on our side - shoot to kill,” he called to his team, pulling out his Webely and hoping fervently that bullets could stop these things.
Shots rang out around the Hub, but the creatures didn’t stop. They flew swiftly, and seemed to be able to change direction in a moment, making it very difficult to aim accurately.
The team spread out a little and continued to shoot. Jack knew they had weapons more suited to the task in the weapons vault, but there was simply no time to go and find them.
Finally, what felt like hours later but in reality couldn’t have been any more than fifteen seconds, there was a loud screech and one of the creatures crashed to the ground, bright purple goo leaking from a wound on its head.
Jack couldn’t be sure whose shot had hit it, but it was a tiny glimmer of hope that at least a shot to the head worked - the creature had stopped moving almost immediately on impact with the ground.
Moments later, a second creature joined it on the floor, a wing twitching slightly before it expired.
There was only one creature left, and the whole team had turned their attentions to it.
Suddenly, the creature swung out of its swooping and circling pattern, and appeared to be diving for a target.
Jack’s head spun around to look at the spot it was aiming for, and his heart froze momentarily.
There, right within the reaches of the dangerous talons of the remaining creature, was Ianto - defenceless without a weapon and stuck with nowhere to run.
Blood rushing in his ears, Jack took aim, and fired.
He almost couldn’t bear to look, but the Hub was immediately filled with the ear-splitting screech of the final creature as the bullet ripped through its head.
The threat neutralised, Jack finally allowed himself to breathe.
He re-holstered his gun and looked around, watching as his team did the same thing.
He didn’t know how the creatures had gotten into the Hub, but they had time now to work it out. The danger was over, and his team was - no, wait, where was Ianto?
Striding quickly across the Hub, Jack made his way to the spot where he’d last seen Ianto, before the death of the final creature.
What he found had him dropping to his knees, his throat tightening in panic.
“Owen!”
Chapter Forty-One
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)