Turning Point - 63/64
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 Sixty-Three
Jack strode away from the house into the darkened village streets, a determined look on his face. What these people were doing… It might not be an alien threat, might not technically come under Torchwood’s purview, but they definitely needed to be stopped.
Especially when they had his team, his friends. No one hurt the people he cared about and got away with it.
He walked around the village for a minute, locating what he thought was the right building. There weren’t any windows on the side he had approached on, so he couldn’t be sure, but the lack of windows did at least give him the element of surprise.
He backtracked through the village a little, looking for anything that could be useful to help him get in. The SUV would be ideal, really, but he knew he didn’t have the time to go find it.
He found what he needed in an open fronted shed at the end of a row of houses. It was perfect. He double-checked he had his Webely in its holster, and took another quick look around. There was a shotgun on the shed wall, amazingly still fully loaded; he could only suppose that so far out in the country they weren’t expecting any visitors so were a little slacker with their security.
Which probably didn’t help things when half of your village decided that it was a good idea to eat the other half.
There was a length of rope looped around a nail too - given that he hadn’t picked up the multiple sets of cuffs he imagined were about to be necessary, that could come in handy.
He grabbed the shotgun and the rope, climbed in, and turned the key.
The tractor was heavy and the engine rumbled deeply beneath him; he was quite convinced the ground around him would be shaking under the weight and the vibrations.
When he burst through the wall and got a glimpse of what was going on behind it, instinct took over. He fired shot after shot almost without pause, conscious thought subsumed beneath the need to protect his team, hurt those who had tried to harm them.
He didn’t come back to himself for several minutes, when he found himself with a burly man in his grip, his Webley under the man’s chin.
There was a cry of, “No!” from behind him; he wasn’t aware enough to identify if it had come from Gwen or Tosh, although it had definitely been feminine. He pulled back, stunned with himself that he had been moments away from blowing the guy’s brains out.
No, as angry as he was - and glancing around and seeing the state his team were in, especially Ianto, fuelled his rage even further - death wasn’t the answer.
Shoving the man down to the floor, he tugged the one set of cuffs he did have from his back pocket, kicking the guy over to his front and cuffing his wrists behind him.
Face to the floor, the heavyset man didn’t move as Jack moved away, swinging the length of rope from the seat of the tractor and, with some help from Owen, trussed the rest of the injured villagers up in the middle of the room.
When they were all secured, he properly looked around. Although several areas of the space were hidden by plastic sheeting, what he could see turned his stomach.
“Owen,” he said, hating to ask but knowing someone needed to. “Could you keep an eye on this lot while the rest of us go locate the SUV?”
Tosh and Ianto especially he wanted to get out of there. Both of them were regarding the villagers with fear and disgust.
Their process through the village was slow; Ianto was clearly badly beaten and possibly concussed, although he seemed to want to gloss over his injuries. Gwen too was beginning to wince at the wound to her abdomen.
Although the sun was just beginning to rise, there was no movement from any of the houses along the street. Jack tried a door, found it open. “Gwen, Ianto, see if you can find a phone - I’m sure there must be one - and call the police in. An ambulance too, probably - they are all injured. Tosh, do you remember roughly where you thought the SUV was?”
Tosh nodded, although she didn’t look entirely confident.
“Good. We’ll be back here for you once we find it,” he told Gwen and Ianto. “You both need to take things easy. And don’t even think about protesting, because you both know it’s true,” he added when he saw Gwen open her mouth to speak.
Steadying each other, Gwen and Ianto dutifully went in search of a landline phone.
Jack looked over the wrecked campsite with dismay. With the villagers patched up and in police custody finally, all he wanted was to get his weary and battered team home and safe. Doped up on painkillers, Ianto and Gwen were already dozing in the SUV. Despite both Owen and the paramedics assuring him that Ianto wasn’t seriously concussed, he was worried.
Roping Owen into helping, he threw everything into bags and tossed it all back into the back of the SUV. They could sort it out later - or tomorrow. Right now all that was important was getting back to Cardiff and making sure his team - his family - were going to be okay. Everything else could wait.
Chapter Sixty-Four
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 Sixty-Three
Jack strode away from the house into the darkened village streets, a determined look on his face. What these people were doing… It might not be an alien threat, might not technically come under Torchwood’s purview, but they definitely needed to be stopped.
Especially when they had his team, his friends. No one hurt the people he cared about and got away with it.
He walked around the village for a minute, locating what he thought was the right building. There weren’t any windows on the side he had approached on, so he couldn’t be sure, but the lack of windows did at least give him the element of surprise.
He backtracked through the village a little, looking for anything that could be useful to help him get in. The SUV would be ideal, really, but he knew he didn’t have the time to go find it.
He found what he needed in an open fronted shed at the end of a row of houses. It was perfect. He double-checked he had his Webely in its holster, and took another quick look around. There was a shotgun on the shed wall, amazingly still fully loaded; he could only suppose that so far out in the country they weren’t expecting any visitors so were a little slacker with their security.
Which probably didn’t help things when half of your village decided that it was a good idea to eat the other half.
There was a length of rope looped around a nail too - given that he hadn’t picked up the multiple sets of cuffs he imagined were about to be necessary, that could come in handy.
He grabbed the shotgun and the rope, climbed in, and turned the key.
The tractor was heavy and the engine rumbled deeply beneath him; he was quite convinced the ground around him would be shaking under the weight and the vibrations.
When he burst through the wall and got a glimpse of what was going on behind it, instinct took over. He fired shot after shot almost without pause, conscious thought subsumed beneath the need to protect his team, hurt those who had tried to harm them.
He didn’t come back to himself for several minutes, when he found himself with a burly man in his grip, his Webley under the man’s chin.
There was a cry of, “No!” from behind him; he wasn’t aware enough to identify if it had come from Gwen or Tosh, although it had definitely been feminine. He pulled back, stunned with himself that he had been moments away from blowing the guy’s brains out.
No, as angry as he was - and glancing around and seeing the state his team were in, especially Ianto, fuelled his rage even further - death wasn’t the answer.
Shoving the man down to the floor, he tugged the one set of cuffs he did have from his back pocket, kicking the guy over to his front and cuffing his wrists behind him.
Face to the floor, the heavyset man didn’t move as Jack moved away, swinging the length of rope from the seat of the tractor and, with some help from Owen, trussed the rest of the injured villagers up in the middle of the room.
When they were all secured, he properly looked around. Although several areas of the space were hidden by plastic sheeting, what he could see turned his stomach.
“Owen,” he said, hating to ask but knowing someone needed to. “Could you keep an eye on this lot while the rest of us go locate the SUV?”
Tosh and Ianto especially he wanted to get out of there. Both of them were regarding the villagers with fear and disgust.
Their process through the village was slow; Ianto was clearly badly beaten and possibly concussed, although he seemed to want to gloss over his injuries. Gwen too was beginning to wince at the wound to her abdomen.
Although the sun was just beginning to rise, there was no movement from any of the houses along the street. Jack tried a door, found it open. “Gwen, Ianto, see if you can find a phone - I’m sure there must be one - and call the police in. An ambulance too, probably - they are all injured. Tosh, do you remember roughly where you thought the SUV was?”
Tosh nodded, although she didn’t look entirely confident.
“Good. We’ll be back here for you once we find it,” he told Gwen and Ianto. “You both need to take things easy. And don’t even think about protesting, because you both know it’s true,” he added when he saw Gwen open her mouth to speak.
Steadying each other, Gwen and Ianto dutifully went in search of a landline phone.
Jack looked over the wrecked campsite with dismay. With the villagers patched up and in police custody finally, all he wanted was to get his weary and battered team home and safe. Doped up on painkillers, Ianto and Gwen were already dozing in the SUV. Despite both Owen and the paramedics assuring him that Ianto wasn’t seriously concussed, he was worried.
Roping Owen into helping, he threw everything into bags and tossed it all back into the back of the SUV. They could sort it out later - or tomorrow. Right now all that was important was getting back to Cardiff and making sure his team - his family - were going to be okay. Everything else could wait.
Chapter Sixty-Four
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