Pairings: budding Jack/Ianto, references to past Ianto/Lisa
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 lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
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“So, what are we working on, then?” Jack asked later that morning in the conference room. “Given that even the Weevils seem to have been on holiday or something for the last few days.”
“Or they were until you came out with that,” Owen complained.
“Yeah, yeah, touch wood or whatever,” Jack replied, “but it’s true. Things have been quiet, so I just want an update on how your individual projects are going.”
“Well, on the topic of Weevils,” Owen started, “the updated formulation of the Weevil spray seems to be working well. I’d estimate that it’s actually about 60% more effective than the old one was; even before the resident population started building up a resistance to it.”
“Yes, I’d noticed that it was keeping them down for longer, even without huge doses of tranquiliser,” Jack said, sharing a brief glance with Ianto. “Good work there, Owen.”
He glanced down at a notepad in front of him. “I have a feeling we’re going to need it too. With the exception of the last few days, Weevil sightings and attacks are on the rise. I counted up the reports so far this year, and even though it’s only the middle of June, we already have more Weevil incidents recorded than we did for the whole of last year. And that’s even if we ignore all those directly related to that band of idiots in the warehouse.”
“Really?” Tosh sounded a little surprised.
“Really,” Jack confirmed. “I don’t know what’s causing it though.”
“I could have a look into it,” Tosh offered. “See if there’s anything hidden in the Rift data, or anything that has changed in the environment recently that might be affecting the resident Weevil population.”
Jack nodded. “Good idea. It’s not top priority, though. Anything else comes up, it takes precedence over this.”
“Of course,” Tosh acquiesced immediately.
Ianto cleared his throat, surprising them all. “I can keep my eye out in the archives in case there’s a mention of anything similar that has happened in the past.”
Jack practically beamed at him, a little burst of happiness exploding inside him at Ianto’s being alert enough to take an interest and offer up practical assistance. He’d been practically sleepwalking through most days in the last three weeks, so this reappearance of a spark of the real Ianto was reassuring.
“And I can definitely get you the historical data on exact dates and locations of Weevil activity,” Ianto continued. “They go at least as far back as… “ He paused for a second to think. “1997.”
Tosh smiled at him. “Thanks, Ianto. That will be really helpful to set baselines, too.”
Jack took a sip from his mug and nodded at them. “Right. Suzie, what’ve you got?”
“Well, I think I’ve finally begun to get a handle on what that glove does, and possibly how to use it. But if it does what I think it does, then we’re probably going to need to outsource to find test subjects.”
Jack looked at her questioningly. “Why? What do you think it does?”
“I think it resurrects the dead,” Suzie said bluntly.
There were raised eyebrows and shocked looks from around the table.
“Not permanently,” she qualified. “At least, I don’t think so. I doubt it would last more than a few minutes, actually, but I can’t be sure until I get it to work.”
The others blinked at her.
“I actually attempted it a few times, with bodies from the morgue, but I didn’t get anywhere,” Suzie admitted, which didn’t lessen the astonishment on the faces of all four of her co-workers. “I don’t know if it’s something to do with how long most of those bodies have been down there, or if it’s just me. There was definitely something happening, but I just couldn’t quite get it to work completely.”
“So, what do you want us to do?” Jack asked.
“Well, first, maybe you should have a go – see if you have any better luck than I do,” Suzie started. “And if that doesn’t work, then maybe we need… fresher victims.”
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