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Guilt - 13/70ish

Title: Guilt
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure. Begins pre-S1.
Summary: What was inside the crashed ship?

Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.

Author's Note: You might notice a few changes in the header for this chapter. This is because this fic was getting too long, so has now been split into three parts, and 'Guilt' will end after what was going to be just section one of the story. The rest will follow in two sequels.

All comments and concrit welcomed!

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Chapter Thirteen

Repeated examinations yielded the same results as the first: whatever creature had been flying the craft - assuming there had been a pilot - was no longer inside.

The life form could be anywhere in Cardiff. Doing anything. To anyone.

“You still there, Ianto?” Jack asked, tapping his earpiece.

“Of course, sir,” Ianto replied, picking up on the apprehension in Jack’s voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Tosh hacked into the police database months ago, I need you to check if there have been any… unusual reports. Our alien visitor is AWOL.”

“Doing it now, sir.”

Leaving the channel open while Ianto searched, Jack wandered over to the rest of the team, who had moved a few feet away while Tosh attempted to pick up any sort of reading at all on her handheld scanner.

“Getting anything?” he asked hopefully.

“Nothing.” Tosh sighed in frustration. “The energy coming off the ship is drowning out any other readings I might be able to get. I could try to filter it out, but by the time I’d done that it would probably be pointless.”

“Seems we’re back to plain old searching then, at least for now.” Jack blew out a breath, wishing not for the first time that their incredibly advanced alien-modified technology was just a little more advanced.

“Jack? Sir?” Ianto’s voice came over the communication system again.

“Yes, Ianto?”

“If anyone has seen or had any contact with the missing alien, they haven’t reported it. There are no reports consistent with any alien activity I can think of.”

“Thanks, Ianto. Keep an eye on them, just in case.” Jack sighed again.

The lack of reports could be either a very good or a very bad thing. Either no one had actually come into contact with the being, or anyone that had had been influenced or injured seriously enough to prevent a report being made.

In over a hundred years of experience with Torchwood, Jack had only encountered the former a handful of times, so he wasn’t feeling particularly optimistic.

“Okay, guys, let’s hope it hasn’t gone far. Owen, Suzie, that way. Tosh, with me.”

Splitting up, the two pairs headed briskly off in their assigned directions, eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.

Ten minutes later and the only things they had found were more fields, a thankfully calm bull, and Owen was grumbling over the comms. after ‘finding’ a particularly slippery patch of soggy mud.

“Still nothing, Ianto?” Jack asked worriedly, following Tosh over a stile.

“No new police reports, sorry sir,” Ianto replied, “but I’ll…” His voice trailed off and the sound of typing drifted very faintly into their earpieces.

“Ianto? Jack cried sharply. “What is it?”

“The monitoring program has picked something up just south of your current position.” Ianto’s voice sounded frustrated. “But I don’t know what. I don’t recognise the readings at all.”

“We’re checking it out,” Jack told him, breaking into a run before he’d finished speaking. “Tell us immediately if there’s any change.”

Jack pulled out his Webley and sprinted across the field, Tosh hard on his heels. Barely minutes later, he ran right into a field full of sheep.

While there was absolutely nothing unusual about coming across sheep in Wales, this particular flock had an alien sitting calmly in their midst.

Chapter Fourteen
Tags: fandom: torchwood, fanfic, fic: guilt, length: 40000+, rating: pg/pg-13, tw: ianto/lisa, tw: jack/ianto, verse: guilt
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