Reflections, Part Nine
Title: Reflections, part nine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none.
Summary: While making upgrades to the hub, Jack & Ianto come face-to-face with decisions past.
A/N: Part Five in the Horizon's Sing generated AU Something that Starts with "S"; written for the new redismycolour challenge, day nine.
PART EIGHT
Ianto pushed Jack against the wall and then stood in front of him as they both stared at the figure in the open hatchway. While the cyberized version of Lisa had been beautiful in some ways, this creature was more the stuff of nightmares. Obvious pieces of metal stripped from the walls of Torchwood itself had been molded and shaped into an exoskeleton grafted to the body of their colleague. Several pieces of alien tech that had cluttered the archives were also integrated into this new cyberman, but the face was still one they recognized. Even under layers of steel and technology, Gwen Cooper's brown doe eyes and gapped teeth were obvious.
Ianto could feel the bile rise in his throat as he bent over and away from the horror in front of him. Jack could only look on and say, "No." The cyberman, taking this as resistance aimed its weapon at them. Ianto recognized parts of several Torchwood standard issue firearms wrapped around her wrist and looked at Jack.
"I think we can guess what happened different here." He gives the blank visage of Gwen Cooper a small smile, "I'm sorry Gwen." Ianto quickly pulled his sidearm and fired several rounds into the visible flesh at her throat. The part mechanical, part human groan that accompanied her falling to the ground is a painful reminder of the past; but Ianto Jones has learned one thing- once converted there is no way back. He hardly noticed the report of gunfire not coming from his sidearm as she fell, but the slow collapse of blue fabric to his side tells him the cyberman's bullets hit their target.
Ianto pulled the limp weight of Jack's body into his lap, worrying his lip waiting for Jack's resurrection. His voice is strained as his vision blurs slightly, "Come back Jack, you can't sit this one out." His eyes caught the dusting of white, like snow, lingering in the shadows but paid no mind. Ianto barely heard the piston driven marching as it approached from the hallway, but another very familiar voice echos around the staircase.
"Sentry disabled. Returning to maintenance station." Ianto looked closely at the new arrival, its arms and legs obviously augmented, but nothing else. A startled gasp escaped his mouth which brought the attention of the newcomer.
The maintenance drone that was once Ianto Jones looked at himself and his former leader for a moment and tried to processes the information against the directives that control his existence. If the sudden gasping for air from the body that previously registered as dead affected him, the programming did not allow a reaction. Instead, a simple conclusion was stated.
"You shouldn't be here."
PART TEN
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none.
Summary: While making upgrades to the hub, Jack & Ianto come face-to-face with decisions past.
A/N: Part Five in the Horizon's Sing generated AU Something that Starts with "S"; written for the new redismycolour challenge, day nine.
PART EIGHT
Ianto pushed Jack against the wall and then stood in front of him as they both stared at the figure in the open hatchway. While the cyberized version of Lisa had been beautiful in some ways, this creature was more the stuff of nightmares. Obvious pieces of metal stripped from the walls of Torchwood itself had been molded and shaped into an exoskeleton grafted to the body of their colleague. Several pieces of alien tech that had cluttered the archives were also integrated into this new cyberman, but the face was still one they recognized. Even under layers of steel and technology, Gwen Cooper's brown doe eyes and gapped teeth were obvious.
Ianto could feel the bile rise in his throat as he bent over and away from the horror in front of him. Jack could only look on and say, "No." The cyberman, taking this as resistance aimed its weapon at them. Ianto recognized parts of several Torchwood standard issue firearms wrapped around her wrist and looked at Jack.
"I think we can guess what happened different here." He gives the blank visage of Gwen Cooper a small smile, "I'm sorry Gwen." Ianto quickly pulled his sidearm and fired several rounds into the visible flesh at her throat. The part mechanical, part human groan that accompanied her falling to the ground is a painful reminder of the past; but Ianto Jones has learned one thing- once converted there is no way back. He hardly noticed the report of gunfire not coming from his sidearm as she fell, but the slow collapse of blue fabric to his side tells him the cyberman's bullets hit their target.
Ianto pulled the limp weight of Jack's body into his lap, worrying his lip waiting for Jack's resurrection. His voice is strained as his vision blurs slightly, "Come back Jack, you can't sit this one out." His eyes caught the dusting of white, like snow, lingering in the shadows but paid no mind. Ianto barely heard the piston driven marching as it approached from the hallway, but another very familiar voice echos around the staircase.
"Sentry disabled. Returning to maintenance station." Ianto looked closely at the new arrival, its arms and legs obviously augmented, but nothing else. A startled gasp escaped his mouth which brought the attention of the newcomer.
The maintenance drone that was once Ianto Jones looked at himself and his former leader for a moment and tried to processes the information against the directives that control his existence. If the sudden gasping for air from the body that previously registered as dead affected him, the programming did not allow a reaction. Instead, a simple conclusion was stated.
"You shouldn't be here."
PART TEN