Turning Point - 15/64
Title: Turning Point
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: budding Jack/Ianto, references to past Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lisa's death, Ianto is struggling to cope - and new surprises don't help matters much. Can his friends on the team at Torchwood help him carry on?
Author's Note: Sequel to Guilt.
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Fifteen
It was a bit of luck, really, that the signal was noticed at all, as not all of the extra citywide scans were being permanently logged.
With their meagre leads tapped out, Ianto and Tosh had abandoned the ‘Weevil Project’ until more information came in and had returned to working on other, older, projects.
Ianto was once again buried in paperwork in the long row of filling cabinets in the archives, attempting to bring some semblance of order to their chaos, and Tosh was fiddling with a piece of tech she’d been trying to work out on and off for many months.
Ianto was on what he hoped would be the last coffee round of the day, when he noticed the unusual spike of activity on one of Tosh’s monitors; Tosh herself wasn’t paying them that much attention, her focus on the tech.
He put her mug down and balanced one hip on the corner of her desk, Jack’s mug the only one left on the tray he tucked against his other side. “Tosh, should that monitor be reading that?”
Tosh looked up from the device, which had finally started blinking when she expected it to, and scanned the readings on the screen. “No,” she answered, shaking her head. “It shouldn’t. Something’s happening.”
She swivelled away from the side of her desk where she’d been working, back to the keyboard. “I’ll just try and narrow it down a bit, see if we can figure out where it’s originating from.” Her fingers flew over the keys as a map of the wider area came up, slowly zooming in as program locked onto the location of the disturbance.
The image had resolved almost to street level when a shout came from Jack’s office. “Suzie! Tosh! Owen! Multiple Weevils sighted in Adamstown! We need to move!”
Tosh jumped up, leaving her chair spinning behind her. “Keep an eye on it,” she said to Ianto as she shrugged on a light jacket. “It should be able to iterate its own resolution now, at least far enough that we can get the range down to two or three buildings.”
Ianto nodded. “And, if it’s related to this Weevil incident, it could be the break we’ve been missing.”
“Exactly!” Tosh called as she scurried down to the garage with Jack, Owen and Suzie.
Ianto swung into Tosh’s vacated chair and, with one eye on the slowly zooming picture on one monitor, flicked through CCTV images of Adamstown until he found one where the group of Weevils the team were after could be seen.
There were at least three that he could discern easily, and they seemed - at least as far as he could make out from the grainy CCTV image - to be rather agitated and confused.
“Jack,” he said into his earpiece. “I’ve got them on the CCTV; three of them, as far as I can tell, in the park. On the other side from the playing field.”
“Thanks, Ianto,” Jack responded. “Good to know.”
The other computer bleeped at him just as the SUV pulled into frame on the CCTV, drawing Ianto’s attention. It had narrowed down the location of the now dissipating energy reading to one of just two buildings - both big businesses.
He typed a few short commands, bringing up local database listings for the two businesses. The first was the head office and clinic for an alternative medicine practice run by a Dr. A Chandler and a Dr. S. Bell. The other was an accountancy firm, ‘Laughlin, Davies & Smith’.
Pulling the keyboard closer, he set himself to digging deeper into the recent activities of both companies. One of them was up to something, and he was determined to find out which - and what.
Chapter Sixteen
Comments and concrit are loved! (Help me beat this next sequel into submission!)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: budding Jack/Ianto, references to past Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lisa's death, Ianto is struggling to cope - and new surprises don't help matters much. Can his friends on the team at Torchwood help him carry on?
Author's Note: Sequel to Guilt.
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Fifteen
It was a bit of luck, really, that the signal was noticed at all, as not all of the extra citywide scans were being permanently logged.
With their meagre leads tapped out, Ianto and Tosh had abandoned the ‘Weevil Project’ until more information came in and had returned to working on other, older, projects.
Ianto was once again buried in paperwork in the long row of filling cabinets in the archives, attempting to bring some semblance of order to their chaos, and Tosh was fiddling with a piece of tech she’d been trying to work out on and off for many months.
Ianto was on what he hoped would be the last coffee round of the day, when he noticed the unusual spike of activity on one of Tosh’s monitors; Tosh herself wasn’t paying them that much attention, her focus on the tech.
He put her mug down and balanced one hip on the corner of her desk, Jack’s mug the only one left on the tray he tucked against his other side. “Tosh, should that monitor be reading that?”
Tosh looked up from the device, which had finally started blinking when she expected it to, and scanned the readings on the screen. “No,” she answered, shaking her head. “It shouldn’t. Something’s happening.”
She swivelled away from the side of her desk where she’d been working, back to the keyboard. “I’ll just try and narrow it down a bit, see if we can figure out where it’s originating from.” Her fingers flew over the keys as a map of the wider area came up, slowly zooming in as program locked onto the location of the disturbance.
The image had resolved almost to street level when a shout came from Jack’s office. “Suzie! Tosh! Owen! Multiple Weevils sighted in Adamstown! We need to move!”
Tosh jumped up, leaving her chair spinning behind her. “Keep an eye on it,” she said to Ianto as she shrugged on a light jacket. “It should be able to iterate its own resolution now, at least far enough that we can get the range down to two or three buildings.”
Ianto nodded. “And, if it’s related to this Weevil incident, it could be the break we’ve been missing.”
“Exactly!” Tosh called as she scurried down to the garage with Jack, Owen and Suzie.
Ianto swung into Tosh’s vacated chair and, with one eye on the slowly zooming picture on one monitor, flicked through CCTV images of Adamstown until he found one where the group of Weevils the team were after could be seen.
There were at least three that he could discern easily, and they seemed - at least as far as he could make out from the grainy CCTV image - to be rather agitated and confused.
“Jack,” he said into his earpiece. “I’ve got them on the CCTV; three of them, as far as I can tell, in the park. On the other side from the playing field.”
“Thanks, Ianto,” Jack responded. “Good to know.”
The other computer bleeped at him just as the SUV pulled into frame on the CCTV, drawing Ianto’s attention. It had narrowed down the location of the now dissipating energy reading to one of just two buildings - both big businesses.
He typed a few short commands, bringing up local database listings for the two businesses. The first was the head office and clinic for an alternative medicine practice run by a Dr. A Chandler and a Dr. S. Bell. The other was an accountancy firm, ‘Laughlin, Davies & Smith’.
Pulling the keyboard closer, he set himself to digging deeper into the recent activities of both companies. One of them was up to something, and he was determined to find out which - and what.
Chapter Sixteen
Comments and concrit are loved! (Help me beat this next sequel into submission!)