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Myfanwy 2

April 2019



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Myfanwy 2

Contagion - Chapter One

Title:  Contagion
Author:  milady_dragon
Artist: jkivela, whose fantastic art is here and here
Beta: bookwrm89
Genre:  Crossover; Adventure; Romance
Pairing(s):   Jack/Ianto; John/Elena (implied)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 25,268
Warnings:  Violence, Language
Disclaimer:  Torchwood is owned by BBC and Russell T. Davies; the Tomorrow People is owned by Freemantle and Roger Price
Summary:  After the events of “Cyberwoman”, Ianto vanishes and Jack discovers yet another secret: that Ianto was a Tomorrow Person – Homo Superior – the next stage in human evolution, with powers beyond those of normal humans.  Three months later, Jack discovers a plot against the Tomorrow People themselves.  Can he find Ianto and work with him again, in order to prevent genocide?


Chapter One            


By the time Jack Harkness realized that something was going on, it was far too late to stop it.

He firmly blamed the Weevil that had called him away from the Hub, and from his surveillance on his suspended Archivist, but what could he have done?  After all, the last time he’d looked in on Ianto Jones the young man had been sitting on the sofa in his flat, staring into space.  Jack had wanted to feel sorry for him, but couldn’t find it within himself; Ianto had brought that Cyberwoman into his Hub, could have endangered the world by his actions.  Anything that he suffered now, as far as Jack was concerned Ianto deserved.

Jack had managed to get the young man home after the chaos of last night.  Ianto had been near catatonic, and Jack had taken a little pity on him and had helped him get cleaned up.  He’d planted the transmitters – powerful 43rd century devices no larger than a pinhead - while Ianto had been in the shower; one in the lounge, the other in the bedroom.  Jack wanted him under near-constant watch. 

He’d eventually had to haul the unresponsive man from the shower.  Normally, Jack would have taken the opportunity to ogle Ianto’s naked body, but still he’d been too angry to even pay attention as he got his employee dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.  Then he’d left him on the sofa, and when Jack had gotten back to the Hub and checked the surveillance devices, Ianto had been in exactly the same position he’d left him in.

Jack had started in on his paperwork, only sparing glances at the computer monitor on his desk while he worked.

And then the alert had come in, and Jack had gone to fetch the Weevil menacing its way through Splott.

By the time he’d gotten back, and had looked at the CCTV, Ianto was gone from the couch.                       

Jack cursed; flipping to the camera in the bedroom, thinking the young man had finally gotten up and gone to bed. 

But the bedroom was empty as well.

Cursing again, Jack ran the recording backward, trying to see where Ianto had gone.  Had he left the flat?  Or was he in the bathroom, the one place Jack couldn’t see on the camera?

When he found what he was looking for, he stopped. 

Just five minutes after he’d left, two people appeared in Ianto’s flat.

And they did just appear: as Jack watched, he realized he was witnessing some sort of teleportation, and he ground his teeth as he witnessed the evidence of yet another of Ianto Jones’ lies.

The two people were a man and a woman.  The man looked to be in his fifties, wearing dark slacks and a light pullover.  The woman was perhaps in her thirties, with dark curly hair and dressed in jeans and a blouse. 

They were both wearing odd belts, and something about them tickled Jack’s memory.   They were wide, and black, and had a checkerboard patterned buckle. 

His perusal of those belts stopped as the woman darted forward, sitting herself next to Ianto, pulling him down so that his head was in her lap, her long fingers carding through Ianto’s hair.

Ianto didn’t respond, he simply let her do what she wanted.

The man joined them, kneeling on the floor beside the sofa and rested his own hand on Ianto’s head. 

“His mind is in tatters,” the woman gasped, the sound carrying perfectly to the transmitter Jack had set up.   “What could have caused it?”

“I don’t know,” the man answered worriedly, resting his fingers against Ianto’s forehead.  “Ianto…what happened to you?”

The two were silent for a many minutes, and then the man cursed.  “This is beyond me.  I can’t fix this.”

“How dare he?” the woman snapped.  “How dare that…man!  Telling Ianto to kill Lisa like that!”

Jack leaned forward.  Ianto hadn’t said anything, and yet they somehow knew about Lisa? And also apparently his ultimatum to Ianto…it had to be some form of telepathy.  They’d somehow gotten into Ianto’s head, and had seen what had happened.

What the hell was going on?

“And he tried!” the woman exclaimed, as the man stood and began to pace.  “John, he actually tried to kill her!”

The man called John raked a hand through his dark hair.  “That’s why he’s in such a state, Elena…he tried to kill.  He tried to break the Prime Barrier.”

Then it clicked for Jack: the belts, the teleportation, the telepathy…and the Prime Barrier.  He sat back in his chair in shock, pausing the recording. 

Ianto Jones was a Tomorrow Person.

Jack had only heard of the Tomorrow People; he’d never actually met one.  By the time he’d been born in the 51st century, they were a peaceful race whose Federation was a model of cooperation through all the known galaxies.  They were premier diplomats and negotiators, and their expertise was sought by most of galactic governments. 

Of course there’d been some on Earth; he recalled reading about them in a report that had been forwarded from Torchwood One back in the 70’s, when it was announced that they were looking to capture one for “study”, which was simply a euphemism for vivisection.  One of the things that had been mentioned in the memo had been that they wore very recognizable belts, like the ones those two were wearing.  As far as Jack knew, they’d never gotten their hands on anyone.

But there was one thing that Jack could never understand.  The Tomorrow People had such vast powers: teleportation, telepathy, telekinesis, and other minor mental disciplines…and yet, they couldn’t kill, not even to defend themselves.  They called that genetic predisposition the Prime Barrier, and it was the one thing they couldn’t break.

But apparently Ianto had tried. 

Tried…and quite possibly had damaged his mind in the process.

Jack thought back on just how unresponsive Ianto had been, as he’d take the young man home and had cleaned him up.  His mind had been damaged then, and Jack had just left him there to fend for himself, not even considering that something might have been seriously wrong.  He’d simply thought that he’d snap out of it, that it was the grief and pain that had made him so quiet. 

But now Jack knew the truth.  A frisson of guilt shivered through him, although he quickly quashed it.  It was all on Ianto’s shoulders; he’d been the one to bring that thing into the Hub, and it didn’t matter if he was some sort of evolved being or not. 

Jack restarted the recording.

“This is my fault,” the man, John, said.  “I asked him to go undercover at Torchwood London.  I wanted to know what we were facing.  Everything that’s happened comes back to me.”

“I agreed to go,” a weak voice answered from the woman – Elena’s – lap.

“Ianto,’ she murmured.  Just rest, sweetheart.  You’re with your family now.”

John rejoined them at the sofa.  “I should never have asked.  You wouldn’t have been caught up in that hell if it weren’t for my need to know what Torchwood was up to.”

Ianto didn’t answer.  Elena kept stroking his head.  “He’s out of it again.” She sighed.  “Why didn’t he ask us for help?  We would never have put him through all this!  And we might have actually been able to do something!”

“We may never know.  But it certainly explains his silence since Canary Wharf.”

“I know.  Even Rhiannon hasn’t seen him.”                           

Jack wondered who Rhiannon was.  Another Tomorrow Person?

“We need to get him to the Trig,” John went on.  “Perhaps their healers will be able to help.”

Elena nodded.  “They were able to help Stephen, and that was much worse.”

While he didn’t know who this Stephen was, Jack did know what the Trig was: the world-sized space station that was the seat of Federation power.  Once again, he’d never been there, but who didn’t know about the Galactic Trig?

“I’ll get him there,” John said. “You go and speak to Rhiannon.  She’ll want to know what happened, and I’m certain she’ll want to visit him once he’s settled.”

As Jack watched, another of the ubiquitous belts appeared, fading into existence in John’s outstretched hands.  This one was different; it had a small disc on it, and he wondered what that did.  The pair fastened the belt around the unresponsive Ianto’s waist, Elena hooking it while John held the younger man upright.  He curled an arm around Ianto.  “I’ll take care of him,” John swore.  “He’s like this because I insisted he leave the Archive and go to work for Torchwood.”  He sighed.  “My decisions keep going wrong…”

“Stop it,” Elena snapped.  “None of that is going to make Ianto better.  You had no idea this was going to happen, John.  And it’s as much Ianto’s fault, because he didn’t come to us instead of walking right back into Torchwood again.  It might have been to try to save Lisa, but he had to have known that they’d just as shoot her as save her.  At least we would have listened to him and accepted his need to heal her.”

“He’s not a healer, Elena – “                                                                                                                                                       

“I know that!  But that doesn’t make the imperative to help any less for all that.  You’re the one who pulled him out of Providence Park after his break out.  You know how that affected him.”

Ianto had been in Providence Park?  And it had been after he’d developed his powers?  Jack couldn’t help but shiver; all those sick minds, overwhelming a new telepath like that…

Jack felt as if he were learning more about his mysterious employee than he had in the three months Ianto had actually worked there. 

“This isn’t the place to discuss this,” John snapped.  “You go on to Rhiannon; I’ll get Ianto transported to the Trig.  Tim is standing by, and he’s already contacted Timus.  Everything will be ready for when we get there.”

The newest set of names rolled over Jack as he watched Elena nod, then press a gentle kiss to Ianto’s temple.   With a single glance in John’s direction, she teleported out, leaving the older man propping Ianto up against his shoulder.  Once the woman was gone, Jack suddenly found himself staring into a pair of dark, accusatory eyes.

John was looking right into the camera he’d left.

But how had he known?

“Captain Harkness,” John said sharply.  “Ianto Jones is my family, and I don’t like anyone threatening my family.  I don’t care if you think you’re right…in this circumstance, you couldn’t have been more wrong, even without knowing Ianto’s true nature.  Only someone truly evil would order a man to kill someone he loves, even if she was taken over by alien technology.  As a leader you should have taken it upon yourself to save your people, and not tried to force a young man to murder.  You, captain, are no better than Yvonne Hartman ever was.  Don’t expect to see Ianto again.”

Jack sat there, stunned, as both men vanished.




Escaping to the nearest roof seemed to be the only thing Jack could do, although he really couldn’t run from what John had said.

Was he right?  Was Jack as bad as Hartman?  He’d always thought he was better, than he’d built up Torchwood into something the Doctor would have been proud of.  Had he somehow lost the path he’d set out for himself?

Jack thought about what had happened, trying to give it as critical an eye as he could.  He’d been infuriated when he’d found out that Ianto had brought a Cyberman into the Hub…into his home, no less!   If it had gotten free, it could have built up its army and destroyed the world.  Ianto had been at Canary Wharf; he’d seen the Cybermen first-hand, and knew just what they were capable of.  So what, if it had been Ianto’s lover – and, for some reason Jack felt a twinge of jealousy over that fact – that didn’t mean anything if it had gotten free and killed or converted them all.  Love didn’t save the world; that only happened in fairy tales.

If Jack had one horror, it was that some alien race like the Cybermen finding out about his immortality; or even being converted without them knowing.  Would Jack come back from that?  Would he regenerate within the metal shell of a Cyberman, trapped within that armor, unable to escape what was happening to him?  Would being inside all that kill him over and over again, or would he be converted even as he was coming back from what the Cybermen had done to him?

He couldn’t think of a worse existence.

If Jack had to admit to himself, even that one fear hadn’t completely colored his actions.  He’d thought he’d had something with Ianto, even if it was simply two lonely people taking pleasure in each other.  It was betrayal, plain and simple.  Jack didn’t like that feeling one bit; everyone in his life seemed to do that to him eventually, and he’d thought Ianto might actually be different.  He’d been wrong, and it stung.   Ianto had slept with him in order to distract Jack from the woman the young man had loved being so close by.  And it was obvious that Ianto did, indeed, still love her, even with her converted.

However, that didn’t detract from the danger that lone Cyberwoman had represented.  Nor did it do anything to relieve Ianto of his share of responsibility in what had happened.  The bare truth was this: Ianto had brought an alien combatant into the Hub.  There were no other extenuating circumstances.

There couldn’t be.

But then, why did he feel the slightest bit guilty?



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