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.
Previous chapters at master list
Ianto had the feeling he was walking in on the tail end of an argument when he stepped through the cog door the next morning.
“I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”
Sure enough, Jack and Suzie were faced off against each other just outside Jack’s office door.
“It might be the only way to test it, though!”
He had intended to go visit Tosh’s workstation, and see what the program they’d left running overnight had spit out, but a quick look at the expressions on Jack and Suzie’s faces had him veering to the right instead, and climbing the steps to the tiny area where the coffee machine was located.
Perhaps by the time he’d finished setting the machine up for the day and brewing some strong coffee the disagreement would have cooled off enough that he could give Jack and Suzie theirs without being caught in the cross-fire.
He was relieved to hear the cog door opening again just as he was adding the last of the freshly ground beans to the machine. He turned around and saw Tosh smile up at him. Evidently noticing the tension in the office area, she turned and joined him at the coffee machine.
“I was going to go have a look at the program when I got in,” Ianto started.
“But you didn’t want to have your head bitten off in the process,” Tosh finished for him and Ianto nodded.
He switched on the coffee machine, and they both stood, waiting as it brewed, listening to its burbling and bubbling noises. When the machine went quiet again, they glanced over at Jack and Suzie.
“Do you think it’s safe yet?” Tosh asked as Ianto started preparing mugs for the four of them.
Ianto shrugged a little, reaching over behind the tiny sink for a tray. He glanced back at them again before answering, “Safety in numbers,” he said quietly. “If we go over together we should be safe, I reckon.”
Picking up her mug, Tosh nodded and followed Ianto away from the machine.
Jack and Suzie were still bickering when they made their way across the office area, Ianto handing each of them a cup of coffee while trying to stay as invisible as possible.
“It’s not like it’s actually going to hurt anyone!”
“We don’t know that, not for sure!”
Ianto balanced the now empty tray on the corner of Tosh’s desk and slid into the chair he’d occupied the night before.
Tosh nodded, fingers flying over the keyboard as she brought up the results of the program they’d left running overnight. “It’s found a pattern. It isn’t perfect, of course, but it’s in there. I just need to reverse the correlation now and set it up so it can model what it thinks we should have been experiencing for the last two years.”
“Anything you need help with?” Ianto queried. “Well, not need of course, but would like?”
Tosh shook her head, her eyes staying focussed on the screen. “Thanks, but I think I’ve got it.”
Ianto picked the tray back up and was about to head for the archives for another day of attempting to bring order to what he’d tentatively nicknamed ‘the filing cabinets of doom’ when the door rolled open. Owen walked through blearily, looking very much like he’d prefer to be almost anywhere else, although ‘still in bed’ was probably top of the list.
Ianto took one look at him and climbed back towards the coffee machine, mentally calculating which was the biggest mug they owned and how strong a brew the coffee machine could handle.
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