Turning Point - 30/64
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 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 Thirty
They picked Gwen up at the side of the road just off the Plass, barely stopping long enough for her to close the car door before speeding off again.
As Gwen settled in, looking around her at the new surroundings, Tosh flipped a button on the inside wall of the SUV, triggering a whole host of monitoring equipment - some of it only recently installed, during the SUV’s last service, mere weeks before - to appear from hidden compartments around the edges of the solid frame.
With the upgraded integration of the SUV systems and those back in the Hub, more scans could be run on the go, reducing the necessity of the Hub-bound agent to be in constant contact on a mission like this.
More detailed and complex scans would still need to be done from the Hub - and probably always would be - but every little move they could make to freeing themselves from their complete reliance on their base was progress.
“Any word from any other local agencies yet, Tosh?” Jack asked from the front passenger seat. “This will hopefully be a simple clean up operation, but it will be a lot easier if we get to it first, before anyone else gets their hands on it.”
“It’s on the Army’s radar, but I don’t know if they’ve got a team scrambled to send out there yet,” Tosh said, flicking through a few screens. “Not seeing any mention of it from anyone else, so far.”
Gwen’s eyes boggled as data flashed across the monitor in front of her. “You got enough kit?”
Tosh shrugged, looking at Gwen just briefly before turning her attention back to the monitor. “Just some basic tracking and surveillance equipment that will help us locate the crash site. Satellite data, news reports, CCTV cameras, a few essential databases…”
“Hang on,” Gwen interrupted as one window in particular caught her eye. “Is this CrimInt? This is the police computer system. You shouldn’t have this.”
Jack twisted around to look at her through the gap between the front seats. “There’s a whole lot we shouldn’t have access to, but we couldn’t operate properly without all of it. And you might want to stop saying ‘you’ and start saying ‘we’. Welcome on board, Gwen Cooper.”
“You got an exact location for me now, Tosh?” Owen asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Nearly. You’ll need to take a left just up here, and then a right immediately after,” Tosh replied.
As they neared the crash site, it began to become apparent that things weren’t going to be quite as simple as Jack had hoped. Floodlights lit up the area, and army vans parked all around were disgorging dozens of khaki clad soldiers.
Owen sighed as they opened the SUV doors and started to clamber out. “Shit.” He shook his head. “Looks like the amateurs beat us here after all.”
Jack stood on the side of the SUV, holding onto his open door as he took a better look at the goings on.
Police officers in bright yellow high-visibility jackets milled around a fluttering tape barrier. Soldiers were everywhere, setting up more floodlights and securing the guy ropes on large tents.
“Right,” Jack said authoritatively, jumping down, swinging his door shut and looking determinedly towards the tape. “Let’s see what’s going on here, then.” He started to stride off, leaving the rest of the team to scramble for the equipment cases as they secured the SUV and scurried after him. “Usual formation!” he called back, not turning around.
Tosh and Owen fell into place behind him as they climbed up the slope towards the crash site. Gwen looked around for a few moments and then hurried after them, looking slightly confused.
“What’s the ‘usual formation’?” she asked Owen quietly as she caught up with him.
Owen just shrugged. “It varies.”
Disbelief halted Gwen on the spot for a second and she stared at their retreating backs. “How can a usual formation vary?”
Chapter Thirty-One
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 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 Thirty
They picked Gwen up at the side of the road just off the Plass, barely stopping long enough for her to close the car door before speeding off again.
As Gwen settled in, looking around her at the new surroundings, Tosh flipped a button on the inside wall of the SUV, triggering a whole host of monitoring equipment - some of it only recently installed, during the SUV’s last service, mere weeks before - to appear from hidden compartments around the edges of the solid frame.
With the upgraded integration of the SUV systems and those back in the Hub, more scans could be run on the go, reducing the necessity of the Hub-bound agent to be in constant contact on a mission like this.
More detailed and complex scans would still need to be done from the Hub - and probably always would be - but every little move they could make to freeing themselves from their complete reliance on their base was progress.
“Any word from any other local agencies yet, Tosh?” Jack asked from the front passenger seat. “This will hopefully be a simple clean up operation, but it will be a lot easier if we get to it first, before anyone else gets their hands on it.”
“It’s on the Army’s radar, but I don’t know if they’ve got a team scrambled to send out there yet,” Tosh said, flicking through a few screens. “Not seeing any mention of it from anyone else, so far.”
Gwen’s eyes boggled as data flashed across the monitor in front of her. “You got enough kit?”
Tosh shrugged, looking at Gwen just briefly before turning her attention back to the monitor. “Just some basic tracking and surveillance equipment that will help us locate the crash site. Satellite data, news reports, CCTV cameras, a few essential databases…”
“Hang on,” Gwen interrupted as one window in particular caught her eye. “Is this CrimInt? This is the police computer system. You shouldn’t have this.”
Jack twisted around to look at her through the gap between the front seats. “There’s a whole lot we shouldn’t have access to, but we couldn’t operate properly without all of it. And you might want to stop saying ‘you’ and start saying ‘we’. Welcome on board, Gwen Cooper.”
“You got an exact location for me now, Tosh?” Owen asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Nearly. You’ll need to take a left just up here, and then a right immediately after,” Tosh replied.
As they neared the crash site, it began to become apparent that things weren’t going to be quite as simple as Jack had hoped. Floodlights lit up the area, and army vans parked all around were disgorging dozens of khaki clad soldiers.
Owen sighed as they opened the SUV doors and started to clamber out. “Shit.” He shook his head. “Looks like the amateurs beat us here after all.”
Jack stood on the side of the SUV, holding onto his open door as he took a better look at the goings on.
Police officers in bright yellow high-visibility jackets milled around a fluttering tape barrier. Soldiers were everywhere, setting up more floodlights and securing the guy ropes on large tents.
“Right,” Jack said authoritatively, jumping down, swinging his door shut and looking determinedly towards the tape. “Let’s see what’s going on here, then.” He started to stride off, leaving the rest of the team to scramble for the equipment cases as they secured the SUV and scurried after him. “Usual formation!” he called back, not turning around.
Tosh and Owen fell into place behind him as they climbed up the slope towards the crash site. Gwen looked around for a few moments and then hurried after them, looking slightly confused.
“What’s the ‘usual formation’?” she asked Owen quietly as she caught up with him.
Owen just shrugged. “It varies.”
Disbelief halted Gwen on the spot for a second and she stared at their retreating backs. “How can a usual formation vary?”
Chapter Thirty-One
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