Beautiful Iris - part 1
Title: Beautiful Iris- part 1
Author: Jo19844
Rating: all ratings… starting at about PG and gning up to NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/OC, Tosh/Owen (sort of)
Summary: When a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning not everything as it seems. Alien technology transmits a strange frequency signal and leads them into a trap of curiosity and an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces.
Spoilers : Up to episode 7
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fic is under the banner of PRETTINESS made by the very tallented
idle_myrmidon tanka!
Part 1Cut-and dried
The rain pelted the windscreen of the SUV as Ianto drove down the deserted Cardiff street; Owen grabbed onto the seat in the back and gritted his teeth, Ianto was exceeding the speed limit again, almost eighty miles per hour this time and loving every minute. The large vehicle skidded around a tight corner and sent Toshiko flying across Owen’s lap for a moment.
“Watch where you’re putting your hands Sato,” he said, pushing her back upright, “I’m not a groping toy.”
“Believe me Owen, if I could have avoided having any kind of personal contact with you I would have.”
The SUV skidded around another corner and this time Owen fell into Toshiko’s chest face down she opened her mouth to speak just as Owen lifted himself upright. “One word!” he warned.
“I wasn’t going to say a thing.”
Gwen opened her mobile and stared at the text message on the screen as she flew from left to right whilst Ianto manoeuvred the vehicle; another message from Rhys, another reason to lie about where she was at three in the morning when he returned from work. She dropped her phone when Ianto finally sent the SUV into a hairpin turn, resulting in a perfectly parallel parking position beside the curb.
“Nice work Ianto,” Jack said releasing himself from the confines of the seatbelt, “couldn’t have done it better myself.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Tosh said, putting her hand against her head.
“It’ll be fine when the world stops spinning,” Owen added, leaning against the backrest.
“Are we going to sit in the car all morning or are we going to get to work?” Jack asked, jumping out the SUV and slamming the door.
The two corpses lay in the alleyway, lying almost on top of each other; the blood was being washed away by the torrential rain that hammered the pavement, running in a stream down the pathway and disappearing down into the drain. Owen crouched down beside the bodies and put on his gloves.
“Cause of death?” Jack asked.
“Weevil,” he sighed, “or at least that would be my guess, I really couldn’t say without a post mortem.”
“Cut-and-dried then?” he asked.
“More or less.”
“Okay then what’s say we pack these babies up and head back then?”
“There’s nothing else we can do here.”
“Ianto!” Jack called, pointing to the corpses at his feet, “two more for the wagon!”
Toshiko walked over to the corpses with her hand-held device and scanned them carefully, glaring at her screen and wiping the rain from it; it was just lucky they were waterproof.
“Everything seems normal; no radiation like the recent trend seems to be, nothing out of the ordinary. I’d say this was a bog-standard case; boring but quick,” she said standing up and putting her away her equipment, “where’s the Weevil?”
“No reports of it; these bodies have been here at least four hours, or so the police say, so I’d say they’re safely tucked up underneath our fine city again,” Ianto interjected as he hoisted one of the corpses onto his shoulder, with the help of Owen, and groaned when it splattered blood onto his face. “I love field work.”
“Glamorous isn’t it?” Tosh joked, “come on lets get these into the SUV so we can get back; I need a coffee.”
“Is that it?" Gwen asked, looking around at the team. Ianto paused and turned around, rolling his eyes at the Gwen-morality speech he could tell was coming. "Two people; dead, and that’s all you say? You take two minutes to look at them without even thinking of who they are, where they come from or who might be mirsing them and then just pack up and leave, just like that?"
“We’re not the police Gwen,” Jack said, “identifying and informing just isn’t our bag; we just show up and do what needs be. You have to learn that. I genuinely thought you would have got the hang of it by now."
"But what about respect?" she asked, but nobody answered.
Toshiko turned away and walked down the alley towards the SUV with Jack who was now carrying the second corpse over his shoulders. Ianto started to move again; the body was getting heavy. The only person beside her was Owen, who was fastening up his examination bag. "What about respect for the dead, Owen?"
"Gwen,“ Owen said, hurling the bag over his shoulder, almost drowning in the rain, “It’s three o’clock in the morning and I haven’t had a coffee in six hours; talk to me about respect at a tolerable hour."
“Where’s your humanity?” She shouted down the street after them, “what happened to your compassion, or didn’t you have any to start with? Is that a requirement for Torchwood?”
Jack took a deep breath and deposited the corpse in the SUV before taking his time to walk back to Gwen who stood in the street, soaked with rain, with her hands firmly docked on her hips.
“If I spent all my time grieving for the people that we scrape off the pavement, or searching for long lost relatives to break the news to I would never do anything else. You have to separate yourself; you know this.”
“Separate myself from my humanity?” she scoffed, “no thanks, Jack.”
“I hired you for your dose of humanity,” he reminded her, “but you have to remember that we’re not here to feel sorry for them, or to feel sad for them; we’re here to do our job and protect the rest of them so that they don‘t meet the same fate.”
“But these people, all these dead people; am I supposed to pretend I don’t care?”
“You can’t do anything for these people now, they’re gone Gwen.”
“I can’t just separate myself the way that you do, I have feelings Jack, I’m not an immortal monster like you; I’m not heartless,” she spat and watched Jack as he lost his usually calm composure.
“You think I’m a monster?" Jack asked, "You think that I’m a heartless monster because i don’t react the way you do?”
“That’s exactly why Jack. You have no human emotion left.”
“Then maybe I am a monster, but sometimes a monster is the only thing there to stop the others from getting through! So if you don’t like it, if you can’t get used to the way that we operate WPC Cooper, then you know what you can do. You know where the door is!”
“Right through a large dose of Retcon I would imagine.”
“You would imagine right. Now collect your things and get in the SUV; go back to the hub and do your job without the side-order of emotional blackmail if at all possible.”
“Sir!” Ianto’s voice called from the SUV, “I think you better come and see this!”
Author: Jo19844
Rating: all ratings… starting at about PG and gning up to NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/OC, Tosh/Owen (sort of)
Summary: When a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning not everything as it seems. Alien technology transmits a strange frequency signal and leads them into a trap of curiosity and an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces.
Spoilers : Up to episode 7
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fic is under the banner of PRETTINESS made by the very tallented
idle_myrmidon tanka!
Part 1Cut-and dried
The rain pelted the windscreen of the SUV as Ianto drove down the deserted Cardiff street; Owen grabbed onto the seat in the back and gritted his teeth, Ianto was exceeding the speed limit again, almost eighty miles per hour this time and loving every minute. The large vehicle skidded around a tight corner and sent Toshiko flying across Owen’s lap for a moment.
“Watch where you’re putting your hands Sato,” he said, pushing her back upright, “I’m not a groping toy.”
“Believe me Owen, if I could have avoided having any kind of personal contact with you I would have.”
The SUV skidded around another corner and this time Owen fell into Toshiko’s chest face down she opened her mouth to speak just as Owen lifted himself upright. “One word!” he warned.
“I wasn’t going to say a thing.”
Gwen opened her mobile and stared at the text message on the screen as she flew from left to right whilst Ianto manoeuvred the vehicle; another message from Rhys, another reason to lie about where she was at three in the morning when he returned from work. She dropped her phone when Ianto finally sent the SUV into a hairpin turn, resulting in a perfectly parallel parking position beside the curb.
“Nice work Ianto,” Jack said releasing himself from the confines of the seatbelt, “couldn’t have done it better myself.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Tosh said, putting her hand against her head.
“It’ll be fine when the world stops spinning,” Owen added, leaning against the backrest.
“Are we going to sit in the car all morning or are we going to get to work?” Jack asked, jumping out the SUV and slamming the door.
The two corpses lay in the alleyway, lying almost on top of each other; the blood was being washed away by the torrential rain that hammered the pavement, running in a stream down the pathway and disappearing down into the drain. Owen crouched down beside the bodies and put on his gloves.
“Cause of death?” Jack asked.
“Weevil,” he sighed, “or at least that would be my guess, I really couldn’t say without a post mortem.”
“Cut-and-dried then?” he asked.
“More or less.”
“Okay then what’s say we pack these babies up and head back then?”
“There’s nothing else we can do here.”
“Ianto!” Jack called, pointing to the corpses at his feet, “two more for the wagon!”
Toshiko walked over to the corpses with her hand-held device and scanned them carefully, glaring at her screen and wiping the rain from it; it was just lucky they were waterproof.
“Everything seems normal; no radiation like the recent trend seems to be, nothing out of the ordinary. I’d say this was a bog-standard case; boring but quick,” she said standing up and putting her away her equipment, “where’s the Weevil?”
“No reports of it; these bodies have been here at least four hours, or so the police say, so I’d say they’re safely tucked up underneath our fine city again,” Ianto interjected as he hoisted one of the corpses onto his shoulder, with the help of Owen, and groaned when it splattered blood onto his face. “I love field work.”
“Glamorous isn’t it?” Tosh joked, “come on lets get these into the SUV so we can get back; I need a coffee.”
“Is that it?" Gwen asked, looking around at the team. Ianto paused and turned around, rolling his eyes at the Gwen-morality speech he could tell was coming. "Two people; dead, and that’s all you say? You take two minutes to look at them without even thinking of who they are, where they come from or who might be mirsing them and then just pack up and leave, just like that?"
“We’re not the police Gwen,” Jack said, “identifying and informing just isn’t our bag; we just show up and do what needs be. You have to learn that. I genuinely thought you would have got the hang of it by now."
"But what about respect?" she asked, but nobody answered.
Toshiko turned away and walked down the alley towards the SUV with Jack who was now carrying the second corpse over his shoulders. Ianto started to move again; the body was getting heavy. The only person beside her was Owen, who was fastening up his examination bag. "What about respect for the dead, Owen?"
"Gwen,“ Owen said, hurling the bag over his shoulder, almost drowning in the rain, “It’s three o’clock in the morning and I haven’t had a coffee in six hours; talk to me about respect at a tolerable hour."
“Where’s your humanity?” She shouted down the street after them, “what happened to your compassion, or didn’t you have any to start with? Is that a requirement for Torchwood?”
Jack took a deep breath and deposited the corpse in the SUV before taking his time to walk back to Gwen who stood in the street, soaked with rain, with her hands firmly docked on her hips.
“If I spent all my time grieving for the people that we scrape off the pavement, or searching for long lost relatives to break the news to I would never do anything else. You have to separate yourself; you know this.”
“Separate myself from my humanity?” she scoffed, “no thanks, Jack.”
“I hired you for your dose of humanity,” he reminded her, “but you have to remember that we’re not here to feel sorry for them, or to feel sad for them; we’re here to do our job and protect the rest of them so that they don‘t meet the same fate.”
“But these people, all these dead people; am I supposed to pretend I don’t care?”
“You can’t do anything for these people now, they’re gone Gwen.”
“I can’t just separate myself the way that you do, I have feelings Jack, I’m not an immortal monster like you; I’m not heartless,” she spat and watched Jack as he lost his usually calm composure.
“You think I’m a monster?" Jack asked, "You think that I’m a heartless monster because i don’t react the way you do?”
“That’s exactly why Jack. You have no human emotion left.”
“Then maybe I am a monster, but sometimes a monster is the only thing there to stop the others from getting through! So if you don’t like it, if you can’t get used to the way that we operate WPC Cooper, then you know what you can do. You know where the door is!”
“Right through a large dose of Retcon I would imagine.”
“You would imagine right. Now collect your things and get in the SUV; go back to the hub and do your job without the side-order of emotional blackmail if at all possible.”
“Sir!” Ianto’s voice called from the SUV, “I think you better come and see this!”