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November 2018



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Myfanwy 2

Contagion - Chapter Eight

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 Eight            

The man in the interrogation room didn’t really look military.  He was a thin, weedy person, with hair just a bit too long to be regulation.  His clothes were more clubber than soldier, although at least that could have been attributed to him not wanting to be noticed.

Of course, the rather large rocket launcher he’d had would have put the kibosh on him remaining unseen.

Jack had handcuffed him to the bare table, and he looked uncomfortable in the position he was seated in.  Jack stared down at him from near the door, and the man seemed to completely ignore his presence. 

Jack didn’t care for that at all.

He leaned over the table, wanting to loom over their prisoner.  That earned him an almost silent snort, and Jack hid the irritation at that response.

“You know,” he drawled, “you are going to talk to us.  Just us, in this room, for as long as it takes.”

The man didn’t answer.

Jack moved to the other side of the table, hitching his ass onto the edge, wanting to seem completely relaxed to the man.  He was anything but, and yet it didn’t have anything to do with the upcoming interrogation, and more to do with the young man watching from the upper level observation window.

There were so many things he wanted to ask Ianto.  How was he feeling?  Would he come back to Torchwood? 

How had he known about Jack not being able to stay dead?

Jack just wanted a little bit of alone time with his former lover/employee.  But he knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, and so tried to get his mind back into the game.

“So,” Jack said, “who sent you?  What did you think you’d accomplish, blowing up my SUV?”

Of course, there was no answer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could just see John standing against the wall, and yes, the man could look very intimidating indeed.  His sharp dark eyes were watching the prisoner like a hawk, and Jack wondered if the man would slip up and think just the wrong thing loud enough for the Tomorrow Person to pick up on.  He knew that they considered openly looking into someone’s mind was unethical, and would only do it as a last resort.  But, their telepathy might easily pick up something that might accidentally be thought in the heat of the moment, and that might give them their first clue if their ‘guest’ managed to shrug off any of Jack’s interrogation techniques.

“Look,” Jack got up and moved back to the other side of the table, “I’m not sure your superiors told you what you’re up against.  Better men have gone head-to-head with Torchwood, and they came away unable to remember their own names.  If you talk to us now, we can make sure that doesn’t happen to you.”

The man looked up at Jack then.  Worry did lurk in his pale eyes, but on the whole he didn’t look impressed.  “I know all about Torchwood,” he answered, sounding almost glad.  “You’re all a bunch of traitors against the human race.”

Jack smirked.  “Am I really?  How do you see it that way?” 

“You’re siding with our enemies,” their prisoner answered.  “That makes you traitors.”

“I see.  And your way to test that was by blowing us up?”

“Execution is the punishment for all treason.”

John looked a bit ill at the answer, but he regained his composure very quickly. 

Jack could relate.

“And just who are these so-called enemies?” Jack asked, sounding curious even though he already knew the answer.

The man’s lip curled up in disdain.  “You have one right over there,” he jerked his head in John’s direction.

Jack didn’t even glance at the other man.  “Did you hear that, John?  You’re an enemy of the human race.”  He figured it was the eponymous jaunting belt that had given John away; it was very recognizable.

“This is the first I’ve heard of it,” John answered, in a deadpan delivery that reminded Jack very much of Ianto’s own.  “And here I thought saving the planet as many times as we have would have meant we were more friends of the humans, instead of enemies.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to be saved,” the captain rejoined.

“Then perhaps whoever they are should have said, and we wouldn’t have bothered.”

Jack knew that was shit, that the Tomorrow People would have helped anyway, but it made for a good comeback.  “You have permission to save me, if you ever need to.”  He put enough leer in his voice that it would have made anyone blush.

A very large part of him was wishing it was Ianto he was bantering with.

However, John just raised an eyebrow.  “I’ll keep that in mind, Captain.”

Jack turned back to their prisoner.  “Now,” he continued, “it appears that your definition of enemy and mine are two completely different things.  Just how to you get that the Tomorrow People are a bad thing?”  He already knew the answer to that, if it was the same rhetoric that Carson had been spewing.

“It’s survival of the fittest,” the man answered, sounding completely rational about it.  “If we don’t do something to stop them, then humanity as a race won’t survive.”

“That tired old trope,” Jack sighed dramatically.  “Why is it the bad guys always fall back on the ‘survival of the fittest’ argument?  Darwin would be appalled.”

If Jack hadn’t known what was going to happen in the future, he really would have despaired for the human race. 

“Darwin didn’t even come up with that phrase first,” John pointed out.  “It was philosopher Herbert Spencer, and Darwin only used it in his fifth edition of On the Origin of Species.  It’s not even a scientific description of the actual process of evolution.  Darwin meant it as purely a metaphor, and not to infer ‘best physical shape’.”

Jack grinned at him.  “I didn’t know that.”

John smiled back.  “When you’re the next stage in human evolution, you know your Darwin.”

“You have a point.”  He turned back to their prisoner.  “And just what do you have planned in order to stop actual evolution?”

The man remained silent.

John, however, went pale.

“We need your medic down here…now,” he snapped, practically launching himself toward the door and taking Jack completely by surprise.

“What?”  Jack demanded, following.   Something had happened; their prisoner actually began to laugh.

Ianto met them in the steps; Owen pushed past and went in to the interrogation room, curses floating in the air behind him.  The younger man had also gone pale, and Jack could practically see the lightning-fast conversation between the pair. 

“Someone care to clue me in?” Jack asked sharply. 

John moved up and past Ianto, leaving him with Jack.  While Jack had wanted to spend a little alone time with his former employee, this wasn’t the way he’d wanted to go about it.  “When you asked him how they planned on stopping evolution…” Ianto swallowed hard.  “It’s a virus, Jack.  A genetically altered virus, aimed at homo superior only.”

Now Jack felt the blood leave his own face.  “Did you get any more?”

“John did; he was closer.”  Ianto swallowed again.  “It was a trap, Jack…but not for you or Torchwood.  Whoever is behind this, wanted us to take that man prisoner.  If what John overheard was true, they actually injected him with that virus, hoping there would be a TP involved…”

“So they could be infected.”  Jack couldn’t believe it.  This was insane.  “Bet you wish you hadn’t rescued us now.”

Ianto smiled tiredly.  “No, Jack.  I don’t.” 

Jack felt very grateful for that, although he now felt that, in his desire to warn Ianto about UNIT, that he hadn’t instead condemned every Tomorrow Person on Earth.

“Stop it,” Ianto chided.  “You did the best you could.”

“Are you reading my mind, Mr. Jones?”  Jack teased, and suddenly found that he didn’t actually care if he had.

Ianto shook his head.  “I never could read you.  You’re…blank, to me.  You have the best shields I’ve ever run into.” 

That was a surprise; Jack would have believed that Ianto would have been able to read at least his surface thoughts, like he could the others.  “Then, what about…” he trailed off, not wanting to mention his immortality in the vicinity of anyone else.

“You should never put a true archivist in charge of your archives,” Ianto answered, smirking.  “You never know what they might find.”

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but Owen came out of the interrogation room, his kit in hand.  “Medical bay, tea-boy,” he ordered.  “I need blood from you and the other Tomorrow People, to see if that bastard really has infected you lot.  And Harkness, I thought we had sensors that were supposed to tell us when a potential infectious hazard entered the Hub?”

“We do,” jack protested.  “Get those blood samples tested, and we’ll most likely find out why they didn’t go off.”

Muttering something about untrustworthy alien technology, Owen pressed past them.  “We’re not getting any younger!” he shouted on his way.  “Medical bay, now!”

Ianto smiled.  “We’ll talk later, Jack,” he promised, following Owen.

Jack smiled as well.  He decided that he liked Ianto calling him ‘Jack’.


a trojan! well found.
I understand Jack who will preferre "interrogate" Ianto
I hope that Dr. Owen will quickly find the vaccine
Oh, I'm sure Jack would! :)
Eeep! Sneaky UNIT!
Very sneaky... *winks*