Turning Point - 35/64
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'tdidn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Thirty-Five
According to Jack, they’d made it to the girl’s - Carys’s - house in the nick of time. Ten minutes later and a delivery driver with unfortunate timing and luck could have been a pile of dust just like the nightclub goer the night before.
“Poor guy was mortified when we all barged in there,” Jack reported to Ianto as Gwen escorted Carys away and the others returned to work they’d abandoned earlier. “Had to actually prompt him to pull his trousers up and get out of there.”
He smirked exaggeratedly. “Although you know me. Broke my heart to say those words. Always does.”
Ianto smiled slightly, wondering idly just how many times Jack had said that in the last 150 years or so - especially through all the years where he could have gotten himself, and whoever he was with, in serious trouble if they had been caught.
“So, is she in the cells now, then?” he asked.
Jack nodded. “Gwen’s taken her down and is going to try to talk to her, see what she can find out.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Jack waved off his concern. “She’ll be fine. However accidental it was, she did cause this mess. Seems only fair to give her a chance to fix it.”
Ianto wasn’t quite convinced, but nodded anyway. “You’re the boss. Is there anything you need from me or…?”
“Actually,” Jack interrupted. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. Could you rustle us up some lunch?”
Ianto nodded and started mentally flipping through the extensive collection of takeaway menus he had in a drawer at his workstation. “Any preferences?”
Jack shrugged. “Surprise us.”
Ianto had just hung up the phone after placing their order when a cry from Owen had them all gathering around his desk. “Oi, guys! We’ve got a treat!”
Ianto stood behind Jack as all four of them watched the feed from the cells, watched Gwen as she engaged in a torrid kiss with their erstwhile prisoner and alien possessee.
“Whoa!” Tosh sounded a little flustered.
“Hey, doesn’t she have a boyfriend?”
A corner of Ianto’s mind tried to answer Owen’s question, but the rest of it was a little distracted.
“Those quaint categories again?” Jack replied, a little hazily.
Ianto almost unconsciously tilted his head as he followed the movements on the screen.
He heard Tosh as she spoke, but for some reason his body didn’t jump to take any action over it. “We should really go help her, get her out of there.”
It was several more seconds before Jack shifted, straightening in front of him and snapping Ianto out of his accidental haze. “Yeah,” he said sharply. “Yeah, we should.”
He and Tosh brushed past him as they ran down the steps and towards the entrance to the cells. Owen looked like he was about to jump up and follow them, but stopped instead to twist back and enter the key sequence to make a permanent copy of an area of the CCTV footage that wasn’t normally kept past a few days.
Once Owen was gone, jogging half-heartedly after Jack and Tosh, Ianto swung into his vacated seat, hitting another sequence of commands to reverse the action.
Gwen was already going to have a hard enough time being the new girl who was only just getting her first real knowledge of aliens, she didn’t really need a record of this too.
As his eyes flickered back to the screen once he’d finished typing, he noticed that Gwen and Carys had now separated, Gwen looking down dazedly at her ripped open blouse and swiftly refastening it. When she jumped and glanced down at her pocket, he could only assume that her phone had gone off - an assumption that was confirmed seconds later when she answered it.
Glancing at his watch, Ianto realised with some surprise that some fifteen minutes had passed since he called to place their takeaway order, and the delivery would probably be arriving soon.
He was right - he had barely had the tourist office ‘opened’ for two minutes when the door swung open and the teenaged delivery boy stepped through. “Aright there, Mr. Jones? Stocking up again, eh?”
“That’s right,” he smiled at the familiar face. “Put it on my account as usual, okay?”
“Righty-oh.” With a nod, the boy was off, the cardboard box full of food left resting on the counter.
Ianto made his way back downstairs, carrying the box carefully.
Gwen had reappeared on the floor with them by the time he made it back through the cog door, looking rather discomfited at the attention and teasing she was receiving from the rest of the team.
“So,” Ianto said brightly, pasting a grin on his face. “Who’s for Chinese?”
Chapter Thirty-Six
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'tdidn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Thirty-Five
According to Jack, they’d made it to the girl’s - Carys’s - house in the nick of time. Ten minutes later and a delivery driver with unfortunate timing and luck could have been a pile of dust just like the nightclub goer the night before.
“Poor guy was mortified when we all barged in there,” Jack reported to Ianto as Gwen escorted Carys away and the others returned to work they’d abandoned earlier. “Had to actually prompt him to pull his trousers up and get out of there.”
He smirked exaggeratedly. “Although you know me. Broke my heart to say those words. Always does.”
Ianto smiled slightly, wondering idly just how many times Jack had said that in the last 150 years or so - especially through all the years where he could have gotten himself, and whoever he was with, in serious trouble if they had been caught.
“So, is she in the cells now, then?” he asked.
Jack nodded. “Gwen’s taken her down and is going to try to talk to her, see what she can find out.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Jack waved off his concern. “She’ll be fine. However accidental it was, she did cause this mess. Seems only fair to give her a chance to fix it.”
Ianto wasn’t quite convinced, but nodded anyway. “You’re the boss. Is there anything you need from me or…?”
“Actually,” Jack interrupted. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days. Could you rustle us up some lunch?”
Ianto nodded and started mentally flipping through the extensive collection of takeaway menus he had in a drawer at his workstation. “Any preferences?”
Jack shrugged. “Surprise us.”
Ianto had just hung up the phone after placing their order when a cry from Owen had them all gathering around his desk. “Oi, guys! We’ve got a treat!”
Ianto stood behind Jack as all four of them watched the feed from the cells, watched Gwen as she engaged in a torrid kiss with their erstwhile prisoner and alien possessee.
“Whoa!” Tosh sounded a little flustered.
“Hey, doesn’t she have a boyfriend?”
A corner of Ianto’s mind tried to answer Owen’s question, but the rest of it was a little distracted.
“Those quaint categories again?” Jack replied, a little hazily.
Ianto almost unconsciously tilted his head as he followed the movements on the screen.
He heard Tosh as she spoke, but for some reason his body didn’t jump to take any action over it. “We should really go help her, get her out of there.”
It was several more seconds before Jack shifted, straightening in front of him and snapping Ianto out of his accidental haze. “Yeah,” he said sharply. “Yeah, we should.”
He and Tosh brushed past him as they ran down the steps and towards the entrance to the cells. Owen looked like he was about to jump up and follow them, but stopped instead to twist back and enter the key sequence to make a permanent copy of an area of the CCTV footage that wasn’t normally kept past a few days.
Once Owen was gone, jogging half-heartedly after Jack and Tosh, Ianto swung into his vacated seat, hitting another sequence of commands to reverse the action.
Gwen was already going to have a hard enough time being the new girl who was only just getting her first real knowledge of aliens, she didn’t really need a record of this too.
As his eyes flickered back to the screen once he’d finished typing, he noticed that Gwen and Carys had now separated, Gwen looking down dazedly at her ripped open blouse and swiftly refastening it. When she jumped and glanced down at her pocket, he could only assume that her phone had gone off - an assumption that was confirmed seconds later when she answered it.
Glancing at his watch, Ianto realised with some surprise that some fifteen minutes had passed since he called to place their takeaway order, and the delivery would probably be arriving soon.
He was right - he had barely had the tourist office ‘opened’ for two minutes when the door swung open and the teenaged delivery boy stepped through. “Aright there, Mr. Jones? Stocking up again, eh?”
“That’s right,” he smiled at the familiar face. “Put it on my account as usual, okay?”
“Righty-oh.” With a nod, the boy was off, the cardboard box full of food left resting on the counter.
Ianto made his way back downstairs, carrying the box carefully.
Gwen had reappeared on the floor with them by the time he made it back through the cog door, looking rather discomfited at the attention and teasing she was receiving from the rest of the team.
“So,” Ianto said brightly, pasting a grin on his face. “Who’s for Chinese?”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Comments and concrit are loved!