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Myfanwy 2

Contagion - Chapter Two

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 Two

                                     

Three Months Later

Jack tapped the fingers of one hand against his leg, impatient for the meeting to start.  He’d wanted to get out of it, but Gwen had pushed, saying that Torchwood needed to be on better terms with organizations like UNIT, and he’d finally gotten tired of her going on about it and had capitulated.  At least it was in London; he wasn’t so far from Cardiff that he couldn’t get back if the Rift exploded or something really bad happened.

He was really hoping for a big bad.

He was confident that his team could handle whatever came their way.  But to be honest he didn’t want to get caught up with the annual London invasion.  Yes, he knew the Doctor was often involved in them, but at the same time Jack knew he couldn’t risk running into a Doctor who wouldn’t match up with his personal timeline.  Staying in Cardiff was the best way for a meeting to happen, or at least he believed it was.

UNIT in London had requested this meeting.  Jack didn’t know why it couldn’t just be over the phone, but the current Commander of UNIT London, General Carson, had insisted that the subject of this meeting was too sensitive to be risked over an unsecured line.  Jack had argued that Torchwood had the most secure communications on the planet, but Carson hadn’t believed him.

Thus, Jack was in London, sitting in the general’s outer office, his patience wearing thin as the UNIT head was getting later and later for the meeting the man himself had requested.  He wasn’t even flirting with the personal assistant, which said something about his irritation.  Just as he was going to get up and tell the private at the desk that he was leaving, and the general could kiss his ass, the outer door opened and the man himself entered.

Jack had never been particularly impressed with General Avery Carson.  The man reminded him of one of those little flat-faced dogs, only nowhere near as cute.  He was also one of those who would have gotten along famously with Yvonne Hartman, with his xenophobic attitude toward aliens. 

He gave Jack the willies.  However Jack wasn’t about to admit that.

Carson spotted him.  “Harkness,” he greeted perfunctorily. 

Oh yes, this was going to be fun, and not in a good way.  “General Carson,” he returned coolly, not offering his hand.  “Mind telling me why you decided I should be in London, instead of Cardiff?”

 The general frowned.  “My office.”  He didn’t wait for Jack to reply.  Instead, he headed into the inner office, not bothering to offer Jack a seat.

 Not that that stopped Jack.  He took the visitor’s chair, lounging in it as if he didn’t have a care in the world.   “You going to answer my question, General?”

“I summoned you here – “

“No one summons me, General,” Jack interrupted.  “Believe me, if I hadn’t wanted to come, I wouldn’t be here.”  That wasn’t strictly true; Jack had dug in his heels about going until Gwen had convinced him otherwise, and he still wasn’t quite certain why he’d given in, except that he’d gotten tired of her riding him about it.  Owen had called him ‘hen-pecked’ when Jack had finally capitulated.

“Fine,” Carson gritted.  “I asked you here to discuss a matter of global security.”

 “That sounds ominous.”  Jack steepled his fingers, and met Carson’s gaze.  He didn’t add that it sounded paranoid, as well.

“What do you know about the Tomorrow People?”

Jack’s jaw dropped in surprise.  “The Tomorrow People?  They’re your global threat?”

“I take it you know about them, then.”

“I’m Torchwood.  Of course I know about the Tomorrow People.”  Jack didn’t feel the need to add that he’d had one working right under his nose.  Even without that, he knew more about them than Carson probably did.

“Then you’re aware that they’re a real threat to the human race?”

Jack rolled his eyes.  “Please.  They’re about as much a threat as a puppy.”  He sometimes wondered just how many times the Tomorrow People had saved this planet, with only their powers and their wits.  They certainly didn’t have the back-up of major weaponry, not like humans did.

“Then how do you explain their belief that they’re destined to take over the world?”

“It’s called ‘evolution’, General.  You should go back to school sometime and study it.  It’s quite fascinating.”  Of course, Jack had the benefit of having seen Earth’s future, and knew that homo superior never really did any such thing, but Carson wouldn’t believe him if he said anything.  Besides, the last thing he wanted was to give the man any ammunition against him.  Jack didn’t want to become a ‘guest’ of UNIT.

Carson’s face went red.  “We’re talking about the end of the human race!”

This was pissing Jack off…and a pissed off Jack Harkness wasn’t a pretty sight.  “No, we’re talking about the eventual improvement of the human race” he said slowly, as if speaking to an idiot. “And, from where I’m sitting, it needs definite improvement.”

“You don’t seem to be taking this seriously at all!”

“Believe me, General, I am.  I just think you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  The Tomorrow People are not a threat.  In fact, they’ve saved this world too many times to count.”

“How do you explain their ties to an alien government?’

Jack’s eyes narrowed.  “You mean the Galactic Federation?  Nice bunch of folks, very polite and peaceful.  We could use more neighbors like that out in the Universe.”

“And what happens if this ‘peaceful’ Federation decides to invade?”

“Is it just you, or is all of UNIT so bloody paranoid?” Jack scoffed.  “Please, the Federation is completely non-violent.  I’m not even sure they have any weapons stronger than stun guns.  Frankly, I’m surprised they’ve survived as long as they have, surrounded by some very deadly threats out there.  You’re barking up the wrong tree, General…if I can continue the puppy analogy.”

Carson looked like he wanted to pop a blood vessel.  “We need to protect our world from any possible threat.”

“And I’m telling you…there is no threat.  You’ve completely wasted my time.”   Jack stood.  “Call me when you’re ready to be sensible.”  He turned to leave.

“Harkness!”

Jack turned back, raising an eyebrow.

“If you’re not with us, you’re against us.”

Okay, this was now venturing into nutjob territory.  “The only thing that concerns me is Torchwood, and this has nothing to do with us.  What’s worse, you ask me to come here, when we could have had this disagreement over the phone.  I have things to do, General, and this paranoia is keeping me from doing them.  Good day.”

With that, Jack spun on his heel and left, practically slamming the office door behind him on the way out.

**********

 

As soon as he got back to Cardiff, Jack went to work.

What Carson had said bothered him.  If UNIT was going to be taking action against the Tomorrow People, then Jack felt they needed to be warned. 

He secluded himself in his office, after sending the team home.  Gwen had made noises to stay; but Jack wasn’t in the mood to deal with her.  Yes, he was grateful that she’d talked him into going; he doubted that Carson would have shared this paranoia over the phone.  At least he had advance knowledge, and he cursed himself for not playing along and seeing what UNIT had planned.  Oh well, it was too late now.

Ever since Jack had found out that the young man who’d practically seduced his way into a job in order to bring his half-converted girlfriend into the Hub had, in fact, had a bigger secret than that, he’d been doing research into Ianto Jones.  Jack had discovered a lot that wasn’t in his ‘official’ Torchwood records: his incarceration in Providence Park; the deaths of his parents, and the existence of a sister, Rhiannon, and her family.  He’d thought to approach her, to find out if her brother was all right; but decided against it, not knowing how much she knew and if he would be welcome. 

Ever since that night the man, John, had claimed that he was no better than Yvonne Hartman, Jack had been rethinking a lot of what had happened.  At first he’d been sure of the decisions he’d made, but as time went on he became convinced that John had been, at least partly, correct.    He should never have sent Ianto back in, demanding that he kill the Cyberwoman, knowing that it had once been someone he’d loved.  It had been Jack’s responsibility, and he should have done his duty, to the world and to Ianto. 

Jack also had found himself missing the young man.  He’d gotten so used to having him in the Hub, if even in the background, making certain things ran properly, that when he was gone there’d been left a serious hole in the infrastructure of his team.  It wasn’t even the coffee, or the banter, or the sex…it was Ianto’s quiet presence that the immortal found himself feeling for, even now, three months later.  If Jack was being honest, he really wanted Ianto back.

When he’d announced, the morning after Ianto had left, that the young man wasn’t coming back, there’d been yelling and recriminations from everyone.  To Jack’s surprise, Owen had been the most vocal, accusing Jack of all sorts of things, from shooting Ianto and hiding the body, to Retconning the man and sending him off somewhere to live with a very large hole in his memories.  Once he’d calmed the acerbic medic down, Owen had confessed that he’d understood Ianto, and his need to save someone that he loved.  Jack, of course, knew about Katie, and Owen saying that he would have done the same thing if it meant saving his dead fiancée really shouldn’t have shocked him, but it had. 

Toshiko had been almost as accusatory, although in her own quiet way.  She also had understood the need to save a loved one, only it being her mother instead of a lover.  Gwen had gotten belligerent, although Jack couldn’t tell if it was because he’d assumedly punished Ianto, or punished him without clearing it with the rest of the team first.  

Finally, he’d cut them all off, told them that Ianto had gone with his family to recover and mourn, and that Jack had approved it.  No, there hadn’t been any Retcon, nor would there be.  But Ianto wouldn’t be coming back; he deserved an easy retirement, after everything that had happened.  He’d forbade any of them to look for him, saying it was up to Ianto if he wanted to contact them.  Then he’d gone to his office and began his own search.

Which was where he was, now.

Jack pulled up everything he’d been able to find…including Rhiannon Evans’ address.   Then he grabbed his coat and headed out.

This was his only link to Ianto, and therefore to the Tomorrow People.

He had to warn them.

**********

 

The Evans family lived out on the Cromwell Estate, in a neighborhood that had seen better days.  Jack got out of the SUV, making certain it was locked and secured, feeling a bit uneasy leaving it unattended but certain that nothing too terrible would happen to the vehicle.  He walked up to the front door, feeling a faint fluttering of nerves.  He had no idea how much Rhiannon knew; although he was certain she was aware of what Ianto was, Jack wasn’t certain she’d been told everything that had happened that horrible night.

He knocked, fighting the urge to fidget.  Jack heard a child shout from within, and an adult shout louder, and then the door opened to reveal a large man, somewhat soft around the middle, looking at Jack suspiciously.   “Whatever you’re selling,” he said, before Jack could open his mouth, “we ain’t buying.”   He went to shut the door.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, putting his hand on the door to keep it open.  “I’m here to see Rhiannon Evans.  It’s very important.”  Jack paused, deciding to put all his eggs in one basket and see if any of them broke.  “It concerns her brother.”

The man – Johnny Evans, if Jack’s research was right – froze for a second, the estate tough persona dropping for a split second to reveal a shrewd mind behind his dark eyes.  Jack knew then that he, also, knew about Ianto and the Tomorrow People, and wasn’t above putting on a façade in order to protect that secret.  “You better come in, then,” he finally said, pulling the door open.

Jack did so, before the man changed his mind.  He found himself in an open lounge, with a large sofa almost dividing the living area from the dining room.  There were two children in front of the television, and Jack knew they were Ianto’s niece and nephew, Mica and David, and they were playing some sort of video game.

His eyes were drawn to the woman who was standing just beyond the sofa though.  Jack could see Ianto in her, in her facial structure, although she had dark eyes and her hair was straight.  She was also a little on the plump side, most likely from carrying the two children.   She was wiping her hands on a tea towel, her own sharp eyes taking in Jack’s appearance.

“Go on, then,” she challenged, looking Jack straight in the eye.  “What’s this about Ianto?”

“Perhaps we should talk in private?” Jack requested, glancing toward the two children.

Rhiannon followed his gaze, then met his eyes once more.  “All right,” she said.  “Come on out to the kitchen, I’ll make us a cuppa.”

Jack went with her, aware that Johnny was just behind him.  A part of him felt as if he’d walked into a lions’ den, and Rhiannon Evans was the lioness who would do anything to protect her family.

She bustled about the small kitchen, working at the kettle.  “Well?” she asked as she worked.  “How do you know my brother?”

He took a deep breath.  “I know about Ianto, Mrs. Evans,” he murmured.  “I know about him…and the Tomorrow People.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rhiannon answered, her hands continuing to work.  “My brother works for the Tourist Board.”

“What’s this Tomorrow People bollocks then?” Johnny demanded.  He took an almost threatening step toward Jack.

“I understand the need for secrecy,” Jack went on.  “But you have to trust me when I say that the Tomorrow People could be in danger.  You must have some way to contact Ianto; you need to tell him that UNIT has started some sort of investigation and that they intend on coming after him and the others.  I just wanted to warn them.”

“Look,” Johnny rumbled, getting right into Jack’s personal space, “you’re obviously some sort of nutter, and you’re pulling a joke.  Why don’t you leave before I toss you out on your arse?”

“All right, I’ll go,” Jack said.  Judging from Rhiannon’s silence, he knew he’d gotten through to her.  “But tell Ianto that Jack says it’s true, that I know he has no reason to trust me, but I’m sorry for what happened.  He knows how to reach me if he needs to.”

He allowed himself to be escorted to the door, where he was all but thrown out.  But Jack was certain his message had been believed, and that it would be only a matter of time before Ianto would contact him.

That was, if Ianto was in any condition to do so.

Comments

This is so interesting! I can't wait to see where it goes.
Thanks! Hope you like the rest. :)
You've posted more! Yay, something to read on the commute home
this general I seem to be a pain in the ass first!
Jack made ​​a miscalculation, he should have let him come and spy.
He is! And yes, Jack should have. :)
Hope the message gets to Ianto.
We'll see. *grins*