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Myfanwy 2

Contagion - Chapter Four

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 Four         

Two days earlier

Archive Ship AS-PI-23

 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been on an archive ship,” John mused aloud.

Ianto didn’t even turn around.  He’d known, of course, the moment John had jaunted onto the vessel.  Instead, he telekinetically maneuvered some of the more delicate documents to the scanning table, in preparation for having them input into the database.   “It was probably when you asked me to join Torchwood,” he said quietly, making certain there was no recrimination in his voice.

He knew John flinched anyway at the reminder, even though Ianto hadn’t meant it that way.  John always did that: taking on what he considered his mistakes as if they were some unbelievably heavy cross that only he could bear.

Jack had been the same way.

Pushing that thought aside, Ianto finally turned and looked at his mentor.  John looked tired and harassed, and while he wasn’t an empath Ianto could tell something was wrong.  “What’s going on?”

“I have to ask…just how well do you know Jack Harkness?”

Back to Jack, and Ianto wondered if John had mentally heard him compare the two of them.  Ianto had very powerful shields, but the Tomorrow People were connected in ways that not a lot of people would understand.  They never pried into personal thoughts, considering it rude; but could easily ‘overhear’ surface thoughts.  “I like to think I know him fairly well,” he admitted, not elaborating any further.  John didn’t need to know just how well he’d known Jack, at least not in that way.  Ianto was nothing if not efficient, and he’d researched Torchwood Three and its mysterious captain while he’d been inside Torchwood London, as well as his habits after the Battle of Canary Wharf.  He doubted Jack knew that Ianto had everything on him that he did.

“Do you trust him?”

Another loaded question.  Ianto gave it the consideration it deserved.  He could honestly say that he did, that Jack Harkness was, inherently, someone to be trusted, but there were certain things that Ianto certainly would not let him get close to…like his heart.  But anything else…

“Yes,” he answered.  “I can say that I would trust Jack Harkness…if the fate of the world was at stake.  I believe he’d always do what was right for the greater good.”

John looked like he wanted to ask something more, but with a curious restraint simply nodded.   “Would you trust him with your family?” he asked instead.

Ianto frowned.  He stepped away from the scanning table, removing the frictionless gloves that he wore despite being able to use telekinesis to manipulate the old documents.  “What aren’t you telling me?” he demanded suspiciously.

“He spoke to Rhiannon.”

Ianto’s world compacted down to that single phrase.  He spoke to Rhiannon.  His eyes went to John’s, seeing sympathy there.  “How?” he managed to ask.  “How did he find her?  I thought Tim had erased all ties to my family when I went undercover…”

“Computer records,” John corrected.  “But from what we’ve been able to find out, there were plenty of paper records, and apparently he knew where to look.” 

Ianto didn’t miss the look of guilt on John’s face.  “How did he know where to look?   And just where did he look, anyway?”  He couldn’t believe this was happening.  He’d wanted to keep his family safe, and Jack had managed to find them…

The older man sighed.  “When we ‘felt’ you go into psychic shock, Elena and I jaunted to your flat.  We were there several minutes before Tim realized there were surveillance devices planted around.  Elena mentioned Providence Park.  It was just a matter of extrapolating from your medical records…I’m sorry, Ianto.”

Ianto simply nodded; there wasn’t anything else he could do.  Jack had tracked down his sister.  “You said he spoke to her?”

“He did.  He wanted her to give you a message.”  He paused.  “He said that UNIT is investigating the Tomorrow People and that we could all be in danger.  The question is…would you trust him to warn you about this sort of thing?  Can what he says be taken at face value?”

Ianto found a chair and sat in it.  As far as he knew, the Tomorrow People had never had any trouble with UNIT, and he couldn’t honestly see why that should change. 

And yet…Jack had tracked him down.  If anyone would have asked him if Jack Harkness would have bothered to do that for a wayward employee who’d been brain damaged, Ianto would have laughed in their faces. But Jack had obviously done so, in order to give them this warning. 

It made him feel…no, he wasn’t going to go there.  It was too soon after Lisa, and his emotions were all over the place.

John was looking at him expectantly, awaiting his answer.  He knew for a fact that the elder TP had already decided on a course of action, and was just waiting to see what Ianto thought of the situation.  It wouldn’t matter what he said; John would act whether Ianto gave Jack a ringing endorsement or not. 

Ianto nodded.  “Yes,” he finally said.  “You can trust him in this.  If there’s one thing I do know about Jack, is that he always does what he thinks is right.”

‘Whether it’s actually right or not.’

He caught John’s rather pointed thought, and nodded, although he didn’t quite agree with the sentiment.   Ianto had thought it over in the last couple of months, since he’d been released from the Trig’s medical bay, and had come to the conclusion that both he and Jack had made mistakes that night.  If anyone was to blame, it was him, for having believed that Lisa could be saved even after he’d stopped hearing her thoughts.  That should have been his first clue that the Cyber-technology had taken her over completely, but he’d ignored it, just as he’d ignored the danger signs that would have been obvious to anyone else.  

No, Ianto was the one responsible.  Jack was only doing what he believed in, and he couldn’t have known about Ianto’s inability to kill.  Yes, perhaps ordering him to kill his former girlfriend had been harsh, but Jack had only asked that Ianto prove himself…and he’d failed, miserably.  The world could have ended on Ianto’s blind faith that he could save one woman after the hell they’d both been through.

“Then we’ll act as if the information is valid,” John said sharply. 

“I take it you have a plan?”

“The bones of one, yes.  Tim is already trying to see if he can find anything in UNIT’s computer records to show what they plan to do.  Once we know that, then we’ll know better what to do.”

It didn’t sound like much to him, but sometimes John was again like Jack, in that his plans could be very seat-of-the-pants.  

“We’ve also started checking into Torchwood,” John went on.  “Tim managed to get into their communications systems and part of the way into their own computer network before he was rebuffed.  Apparently their technology is suitably advanced to keep even him out.”

Ianto nodded.  He was well aware of mainframe’s capabilities, and while he usually had no doubt as to Tim’s capabilities, he also knew that the Torchwood mainframe was much better shielded than anyone would take into consideration.   There was also Toshiko’s brilliance to consider, and she’d made so many improvements to the mainframe that it would have been impossible to get past her security measures.

“We should speak to the Captain at some point,” Ianto said, turning back to the document he’d been preparing.   Using his telekinesis he carefully lifted it, sliding it back into the drawer he’d gotten it from.

“I agree,” John said, “but as for now we’re keeping him under the best surveillance we can.  I don’t want any of us walking into a trap.”

Ianto frowned.   “Jack wouldn’t do that,” he answered hotly, inwardly cursing as his professionalism slipped just a bit at John’s insinuation.

“I didn’t say he would,” John replied, his gaze suddenly sharp.  “What I’m saying is, since he somehow found out about this so-called plot, then it would make sense that UNIT would try to…take him out of the picture, in some way.  I wouldn’t want any of us to get caught up in the crossfire.”

That made sense, but Ianto knew that if Jack or any other member of the team got into trouble, he’d do his damnedest to help. 

“I don’t want to think that UNIT really is after us,” John went on, “since we’ve had fairly good relations with them since the invasions of the 1980’s, but something must have changed to make them reconsider.  It doesn’t help that we don’t get along with the current government.”

Ianto wasn’t up on the state of affairs between the British government and the Tomorrow People; he knew, in the past, that things had been quite cordial, with several sitting Prime Ministers being given a way to contact them if needed, but as far as he knew that didn’t exist anymore.  He’d dealt with a couple of officials in his very short time at Torchwood Three, and he hadn’t been impressed.  In fact, the Minister of Defense, Harold Saxon, had been just plain creepy. 

He sighed.  “Then I suppose we should get to it,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t betray the sudden bout of nerves that had awakened a serious rush of butterflies in his stomach.

**********

 

Ianto supposed he was about the only one who could boast about having lived and worked within two underground science-fiction superbases.

There were major differences between the Torchwood Hub and the Tomorrow Peoples’ Lab.  While the Hub had tube station chic down to a fine art, the Lab had more of a spacecraft feel, with its viewscreens and equipment and its resident biotronic supercomputer.   Some of the happiest – and scariest – times of his life had been spent there in the Lab.

It hadn’t changed all that much since he’d last been there.

As they appeared on the jaunting pad, Ianto was greeted by Elena, who pulled him into a hug.  She’d visited him quite frequently while he’d been in medical bay, bringing Rhiannon with her, and Ianto thought of her as one of his best friends. 

Paul was next; he hadn’t changed either, looking very much like the put-upon university student Ianto had met just before going off to Torchwood One, with dark hair and eyes and was a bit shorter than Ianto himself.

Alexis was new; she looked about fourteen, with red hair and soft features.  She was American, and Ianto was convinced she’d be a heartbreaker one day.  He’d been fourteen when John had found him, and had trained him into his own powers.  He could tell she was still excited about being a Tomorrow Person; it hadn’t sunk in yet that she’d be like this for her entire life, and that being some sort of superhero wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

She’d learn soon enough.

And then, there was Tim.

Ianto looked up at the ceiling, where Tim’s housing was suspended.  The biotronic supercomputer was lit from within, with four glowing hemispheres and cables and tubes running to and from the main body of the artificial intelligence.   “Welcome home, Ianto,” the supercomputer greeted him warmly, his very human voice filled with affection.

“Thank you, Tim.”  No one could help but be polite to him; it was the very schoolmasterish voice that John had programmed Tim with.

He glanced at each of his fellow Tomorrow People in turn, feeling the warmth of their thoughts surround him.  They were his family, as much as Rhiannon and Johnny and the kids were. 

“We’ve been keeping surveillance on Torchwood ever since Captain Harkness approached Rhiannon,” John explained.  “Tim has been able to get into their communication system, but the mainframe is taking much more effort.”

“There is certainly alien technology,” Tim replied, sounding put out.  “Otherwise I would have been able to get in yesterday.”

Ianto smiled.  “There’s also a technical genius on the other end of that, Tim.  What Toshiko Sato doesn’t know about computers simply isn’t worth knowing.  Her defenses are going to be top-notch.”

There was a pause, and the Tim said, “I have pulled up her information, and you are correct.  She has quite an impressive intelligence…for a human being.”

“Surely you’re not prejudiced!”  Ianto gasped in mock outrage.

The biotronic supercomputer actually sniffed.  “I am only acknowledging that the average human brain is no comparison to mine.  You should know this is true.”

Ianto couldn’t deny it; Tim was one of a kind.  “Well, if you don’t mind, could you exercise that brain and make me a coffee please?”

“Of course, I should have offered immediately.  I don’t know where my manners are today.”

The scan table began to glow, and a white coffee mug appeared on it.  Ianto took it, sipping it cautiously; he needn’t have worried, Tim had remembered just how he liked it.  “What about UNIT’s computers?” he asked, turning back to the topic at hand.

John took a seat at the link table, joined by Elena.  “Tim’s been trying to find out any sort of information, but while he hasn’t had any trouble getting into UNIT’s systems, there isn’t anything there.”

Ianto frowned.   “I know Jack Harkness – well, as well as anyone can – and he wouldn’t make up something like that.”

The elder TP held up his hand to placate the younger man.  “I’m not saying he is.  I’m simply saying that UNIT is covering its tracks.”

“We know for a fact that Captain Harkness went to UNIT headquarters in London,” Tim added.  “I have tracked him to and from, using the traffic camera system.”

“The Torchwood SUV is very distinctive,” Elena put in, grinning.

“Yeah,” Paul said.  “Kinda hard to miss something like that, even without ‘Torchwood’ on the fender panels.”

“And you can’t miss the captain,” Alexis added.   “That coat is pretty retro.”  

Ianto didn’t bother pointing out that, from what he’d been able to gather, Jack had in fact earned that coat.

“We also wanted to make sure that Torchwood would not be the subject of any reprisals,” Tim said. 

“Exactly,” John said.  “We don’t know how Harkness found out about this so-called plot, but you can assume that UNIT wouldn’t want him to be walking around with it, if they even suspected he was in contact with us.”

That made sense, and it worried Ianto that UNIT would be so brazen.   While he might have once put his teammates in danger, that had been unintentional and he would never want them hurt. 

He sighed.   “I think we need to talk to Captain Harkness.”  If felt odd calling him ‘captain’ but then he hadn’t actually earned the right to be more familiar. 

“Agreed,” John said. ‘Are you up to it?’ he asked mentally.

 Of course John would know he was nervous about meeting up with his former team leader.   I’ll be fine,’ he answered. 

“You may need to put off your contacting Captain Harkness temporarily,” Tim reported.  “Torchwood has just received what I believe is a Weevil alert…although there is something suspicious about it.  Checking…”

Ianto found himself chewing his thumbnail anxiously, and made himself stop.   Jack was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and if something did happen, then he would simply bounce back.  Perhaps he should have a talk with Jack about clearing up his records a bit better if he wanted to keep secrets?

No, he wouldn’t bring it up unless he had to.

Ianto had to admit, Jack’s inability to stay dead bothered him.  He honestly didn’t know how someone could cope with it.  He could understand why Jack would want to keep it to himself; Ianto had that same fear as well, of being treated like a freak…or worse.  Tomorrow People had been the subjects of experimentation before.

“I have managed to trace the Weevil alert,” Tim reported, “and it is most certainly false.”

“He’s heading into a trap,” John stated.

Comments

This is great, and bringing back memories of watching 'The Tomorrow People' that I'd long forgotten. Boy I used to love that show !
As much as I want to finish reading this tonight I'm finding it hard to keep my eyes open ! - knew I shouldn't have started reading this until tomorrow, but your stories are just too damn tempting ! Looking forward to the reading the rest tomorrow. :)
I watched a mini marathon then listened to several of the audios before starting this, and I have to say it's as much fun as I remembered.

Glad you liked it up to this point, and hope you like the rest! :)
Saxon is the Prime Minister? this explains so many things!
Yes, it does. :)
I am so loving this ... but things to do, back soon!
Thanks! Hope you enjoy the rest when you get the chance. :)
*rushes to next chapter*
It won't go anywhere. *grins*