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 beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens.
Previous chapters at master list
Even with permission given from Jack for them to take the day off, by 2pm on Sunday the whole team had drifted into the Hub. There wasn’t really a lot of hard work being done, but when you rarely got a day off, it seemed that it was hard to know what to do with yourself when you were actually handed one.
Owen had just – loudly – suggested that since there was nothing really happening, and it was past dinnertime already, perhaps they should all head down the pub for food and a few drinks when there was a high-pitched, repetitious bleep from one of the monitors.
“You jinxed us, Owen,” Tosh complained mildly as she slid over and brought up the relevant window. “Everything would have been fine if you hadn’t said that nothing was happening.”
“You’re not telling me you believe all that superstitious bollocks,” Owen said as he and the rest of the team gathered around the workstation to check out what was causing the alarm.
“What is it then?” Jack asked, leaning over Tosh’s shoulder.
“Couple of the satellites have picked up something that could possibly be heading towards Earth,” Tosh said, flicking through a few feeds. “Something significantly bigger than the tiny meteorites that usually hit.”
“How far out?”
“It’s still quite a long way out, according to satellite triangulation,” Tosh said, half to herself. “It’s moving quickly, though. If it continues on its current trajectory, it will collide with Earth within the next few hours.”
Owen sighed and flopped back into his chair. “So that’s a ‘no’ on the pub, then.”
An hour and a half later, it was looking more and more likely that the speeding object would collide with the Earth. It wasn’t big enough to cause widespread damage, so there were very few reports of it on any publicly accessible news sources. Even NASA and other assorted military and space agency feeds were fairly quiet on the subject.
Another half hour and any possibility that it wouldn’t hit the Earth was wiped out - at least in Tosh’s mind. Furthermore, she was more than half-convinced it was going to come down in the vicinity of the British Isles.
“It’s not moving in a way I would expect any normal meteorite to move,” Tosh said, a little worried. “If this does come down somewhere in Britain, especially if it’s in Wales, I think it’s on us to check it out. I’ll know more about the possibilities in half an hour, but…”
Ianto dropped the papers he was sorting out back into their box. “I’ll get the SUV packed, just in case.”
True to her word, half an hour later Tosh was able to tell them that she was now 80% sure it was going to come down somewhere in South Wales – just their luck – and probably within twenty minutes.
Jack turned around to Ianto, who had returned five minutes before and taken the box of papers up again while they waited. “Is the SUV ready?”
“Everything you might possibly need for examining a crashed meteorite or small craft, yes,” Ianto nodded. “And while you’re gone, I’ll look into clearing a space back here, in case you need to bring it back.”
“Right.” Jack looked around at the team. “As soon as we have half an idea where this thing has landed, we need to get out there, so be ready. Hopefully it really is just a lump of rock and this will be a simple job.”
“It’s come down about five miles north of Cardiff, although I don’t have an exact location yet,” Tosh said, pushing back her chair. “And the flight down there caused a huge bright path across the sky, so we’re not going to be able to keep this one on the quiet.”
Tosh and Owen were quickly gathering the last of their things together when they noticed Jack tapping away at his phone, Ianto standing patiently beside him with Jack’s greatcoat over his arm.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling Gwen in,” Jack answered, slipping the phone back into his pocket and allowing Ianto to help him on with the coat. “If this isn’t as simple as we hoped, it could run into tomorrow.” He plastered his most charming grin across his face. “And she’s gotta start somewhere.”
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