Turning Point - 18/64
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 Eighteen
“We’ve got an energy reading on whatever it is at Chandler and Bell again!” Tosh called as the beep from her computer distracted her from her latest piece of tech examination. “Do we want to try and get out there to do more detailed scans from close up, or should we wait just for the Weevil sighting to crop up?”
“I doubt we’ll have time to get out there and do much scanning before we get word of Weevils, but we can try,” Jack said, standing up from his desk. “But we’ll have to leave now.”
He picked up his coat on the way out of his office. “Owen, Suzie! Be ready to go in two minutes!” He tapped his earpiece. “Ianto? We’re going to try to catch this signal at Chandler and Bell. Could you come down and keep an eye out for Weevil incidents? Re-sorting the Tourist Office can wait a little longer.”
Ianto stepped through the cog door, a small box under his arm, just in time for Jack to turn around on his way down to the garage to yell, “Keep us posted!”
Knowing that the others had the energy signal at the alternative medicine clinic in hand, he ignored that monitor and used the others to keep an eye on the police feeds and a selection of feeds from CCTV cameras in popular Weevil locations.
He set the box on the desk and removed the pad and pen from the top of it, picking up where he’d left off upstairs in the pile of possibly outdated leaflets and brochures. The Information Office had been ignored too long, he’d decided that morning. And even though it was rarely used for anything except accepting fast food deliveries, the occasional bit of effort was required to keep it functional-appearing enough that it could be open more if required.
He was several leaflets through the pile - with three added to his list of those that should probably be updated soon - when something caught his eye as the CCTV monitor flicked to a new location.
He hit a few keys, switching back to the previous one. Yes, those were definitely Weevils; it was hard to mistake them for anything else in the broad daylight, even on the edge of a small wood as they were.
“Weevils in Bute Park. At least two of them,” he reported to the others. “There isn’t anyone around the area at the moment, but I wouldn’t count on it staying that way for very long.”
“Right, okay, Ianto. We’re on our way,” said Jack, a slight squeal from the SUV in the background suggesting he had just swung it into a U-turn.
Chasing Weevils through trees, Jack thought, always somehow seemed to take an awful lot longer than chasing them through streets and alleyways - and even sewers. Nearly an hour later, they finally had both Weevils rounded up and were hauling them back to the SUV when Ianto’s voice came over the comms. again, sounding apologetic. “I know you’re still busy with the Weevils in Bute Park, but there’s been a spike in Rift Activity over the main road at St Helen’s Hospital. From the height, it would appear to be on the top floor, which, luckily, is an administration and storage area that has been closed off for the last few days for refurbishment.”
The four exchanged glances. “Once we get back to the SUV, you three take whatever you need and go check out the disturbance at the hospital,” Jack said decisively. “I’ll get these two loaded into the back and come find you.”
He had just slammed the boot shut when Owen’s voice was in his ear. “Think we’ve got a newly arrived Weevil up here.” He sounded a little out of breath. “But this place is as bad as our archives; it’s like a bloody rabbit’s warren. We just seem to be chasing the thing in circles.”
“The two down here are all loaded up,” Jack replied, grabbing an extra can of Weevil spray and setting off at a run. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He took several flights of stairs at a mad dash, climbing through a door of thick plastic sheeting at the top into the closed off area. There were dustsheets draped over various pieces of furniture in rooms he jogged past and through as he looked for the rest of his team and the elusive Weevil.
A pained scream, that didn’t sound like it had come from any of his team members, had him racing back towards the way he’d come in. He found the Weevil with its teeth buried in the throat of an unfortunate man, with a woman standing frozen a few feet away as she watched in horror.
Owen, Tosh and Suzie appeared barely a second later to subdue the Weevil and, as he hustled the woman out of there, he suddenly noticed that he recognised her face. He’d only seen it briefly the night before, but it was definitely the young police officer that had spotted them from the multi-story car park.
They might just have to do something about her after all.
Chapter Nineteen
Comments and concrit are loved!
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 Eighteen
“We’ve got an energy reading on whatever it is at Chandler and Bell again!” Tosh called as the beep from her computer distracted her from her latest piece of tech examination. “Do we want to try and get out there to do more detailed scans from close up, or should we wait just for the Weevil sighting to crop up?”
“I doubt we’ll have time to get out there and do much scanning before we get word of Weevils, but we can try,” Jack said, standing up from his desk. “But we’ll have to leave now.”
He picked up his coat on the way out of his office. “Owen, Suzie! Be ready to go in two minutes!” He tapped his earpiece. “Ianto? We’re going to try to catch this signal at Chandler and Bell. Could you come down and keep an eye out for Weevil incidents? Re-sorting the Tourist Office can wait a little longer.”
Ianto stepped through the cog door, a small box under his arm, just in time for Jack to turn around on his way down to the garage to yell, “Keep us posted!”
Knowing that the others had the energy signal at the alternative medicine clinic in hand, he ignored that monitor and used the others to keep an eye on the police feeds and a selection of feeds from CCTV cameras in popular Weevil locations.
He set the box on the desk and removed the pad and pen from the top of it, picking up where he’d left off upstairs in the pile of possibly outdated leaflets and brochures. The Information Office had been ignored too long, he’d decided that morning. And even though it was rarely used for anything except accepting fast food deliveries, the occasional bit of effort was required to keep it functional-appearing enough that it could be open more if required.
He was several leaflets through the pile - with three added to his list of those that should probably be updated soon - when something caught his eye as the CCTV monitor flicked to a new location.
He hit a few keys, switching back to the previous one. Yes, those were definitely Weevils; it was hard to mistake them for anything else in the broad daylight, even on the edge of a small wood as they were.
“Weevils in Bute Park. At least two of them,” he reported to the others. “There isn’t anyone around the area at the moment, but I wouldn’t count on it staying that way for very long.”
“Right, okay, Ianto. We’re on our way,” said Jack, a slight squeal from the SUV in the background suggesting he had just swung it into a U-turn.
Chasing Weevils through trees, Jack thought, always somehow seemed to take an awful lot longer than chasing them through streets and alleyways - and even sewers. Nearly an hour later, they finally had both Weevils rounded up and were hauling them back to the SUV when Ianto’s voice came over the comms. again, sounding apologetic. “I know you’re still busy with the Weevils in Bute Park, but there’s been a spike in Rift Activity over the main road at St Helen’s Hospital. From the height, it would appear to be on the top floor, which, luckily, is an administration and storage area that has been closed off for the last few days for refurbishment.”
The four exchanged glances. “Once we get back to the SUV, you three take whatever you need and go check out the disturbance at the hospital,” Jack said decisively. “I’ll get these two loaded into the back and come find you.”
He had just slammed the boot shut when Owen’s voice was in his ear. “Think we’ve got a newly arrived Weevil up here.” He sounded a little out of breath. “But this place is as bad as our archives; it’s like a bloody rabbit’s warren. We just seem to be chasing the thing in circles.”
“The two down here are all loaded up,” Jack replied, grabbing an extra can of Weevil spray and setting off at a run. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He took several flights of stairs at a mad dash, climbing through a door of thick plastic sheeting at the top into the closed off area. There were dustsheets draped over various pieces of furniture in rooms he jogged past and through as he looked for the rest of his team and the elusive Weevil.
A pained scream, that didn’t sound like it had come from any of his team members, had him racing back towards the way he’d come in. He found the Weevil with its teeth buried in the throat of an unfortunate man, with a woman standing frozen a few feet away as she watched in horror.
Owen, Tosh and Suzie appeared barely a second later to subdue the Weevil and, as he hustled the woman out of there, he suddenly noticed that he recognised her face. He’d only seen it briefly the night before, but it was definitely the young police officer that had spotted them from the multi-story car park.
They might just have to do something about her after all.
Chapter Nineteen
Comments and concrit are loved!