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Myfanwy 2

Contagion - Chapter Nine

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 Nine

Once again, the boardroom was packed with Torchwood and Tomorrow People.

The five – they’d called the girl, Alexis, back, and she was obviously trying to stifle her yawns – Tomorrow People were huddled in one corner, not speaking…at least, not audibly.  There was a conversation going on there, and while a part of Jack was a bit irritated at the rudeness, he could certainly understand it. 

“Jack.”

He turned to look at Gwen.  She was chewing her lip, watching the group in the corner as they held their own private conference.  “What is it, Gwen?”

“She’s a child,” his teammate pointed out…somewhat unnecessarily, Jack thought.  He could see how young Alexis was.

“No,” he corrected her, “she’s a Tomorrow Person.  That means she’s grown up very fast from the moment she broke out.”

“But Jack,” Gwen protested, although he had to give her credit for pitching her voice low, “shouldn’t she be in school, and have a boyfriend?  What about her parents?  Do they agree with her being put into danger?”

Jack only had what he’d read about Ianto’s childhood, and could only judge by that.  “I would think that the parents knowing would be a vitally important form of support for any Tomorrow Person,” he hedged.  “And I doubt Alexis would have been able to sneak out of her own house without her folks knowing, even if she did teleport out.  Also, I think in America schools are on their holidays, so she wouldn’t be missing anything.”

“It’s not right,” she said.  “We’re adults; we know what we’re getting into, in what we do.”

“I’m quite sure Alexis knows the dangers of what she does,” Jack replied.  He didn’t point out that Ianto had been the same age when he’d broken out, and that he must have saved the world any number of times before he’d turned eighteen.   “John cares for his people, Gwen.  He’s not about to let anything happen to any of them, if he can avoid it.”

“I just don’t like it.”

Jack knew Gwen; knew she wasn’t about to give up on it.  Her stubbornness and sense of right and wrong were two of the reasons he’d hired her, and he certainly hoped it didn’t lead to trouble with their would-be allies.   “It’s the way they do things,” Jack said.  Then he stepped away.  “Can we get this meeting started?”

The impromptu telepathic session broke up, but the Tomorrow People still stayed quite close together, although if it was for protection or security Jack couldn’t say.  His own people took their seats; except for Owen, who stood in front of the large plasma screen, hands in the pockets of the white doctor’s coat over a pair of blue scrubs. 

“What have we got?” he prompted the doctor, leaning back in his own chair.

Using a hand-held controller, Owen turned the screen on.  It showed the blue vortex-like screensaver that Torchwood favored, but changed almost immediately to show what had to have been a medical slide.  “Okay,” he began, “this is our culprit…a nasty little retrovirus that was designed to shut down any bits of Tomorrow People genetic code it could find.  It would basically turn any kid with that genetic signature into a normal human being.  In full-fledged homo superior, it would do the same…only it would be lethal in anyone exposed.  Well, that’s if it actually worked.”

The feeling of relief permeated the room like a fresh breeze.  “Why doesn’t it work?” John asked.

“Seems that whoever created this thought that injecting it into a normal human would simply make that person a carrier, but didn’t take into consideration our own immune system.  This retrovirus was destroyed by our prisoner’s own white blood cells.”

“And none of my people have been exposed?” John asked.

“No,” Owen said.  “You’re all clean.  I did find some remnants of it in yours and Elena’s blood, but it’s not going to hurt a thing and will be flushed out of your systems soon enough.”

“What about some sort of cure, if they get it right?” Jack asked.

“I’m working on an anti-virus, but if they do make enough improvements on it, it won’t work worth shit.”

“Do the best you can.”  Jack faced the Tomorrow People.  “From now on, I’d like to suggest that none of you be alone, if you’re away from here or from your Lab, and that I’d prefer it would be one of your team, with one of mine.”  He raised his hand to forestall whatever it was John was going to say.  “I know it’s going to be a pain, and I also know you’re all capable of calling on each other in case something happens, but what if you’re incapacitated before you can get a call off to someone?”

“I was going to say that that made sense, Captain,” John said, letting a smirk play across his lips.

Jack laughed.  “That’ll teach me for assuming you were going to argue with me.”

“Nah,” Owen said, “you’re just used to dealing with her by now.”

“Oi!” Gwen exclaimed, miming a slap in his direction.

“But we do need to find wherever UNIT is keeping their altered virus,” John went on, “in case they try to improve it.”

“Agreed – “

“I think you might want to hear what I found out about the rocket launcher before you run off and storm the nearest UNIT base,” Toshiko interrupted.  She was looking downright smug.

Jack raised an eyebrow.  “Do tell.”

“Well,” she began, using her laptop to override Owen’s control of the plasma, showing a close-up of the weapon.   “First of all, this isn’t standard UNIT issue.”

Now, that was a surprise.   Jack leaned back in his chair, looking at his technician speculatively.  “You’re sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”  Toshiko looked disappointed in his question.  She input another command, and another rocket launcher appeared just below the one they had.  It did look different.  “UNIT’s have a couple of different adaptations made using alien technology.  And as you can see, the barrel is slightly shorter, and the butt of the weapon flared.  The one our attacker had doesn’t have the adaptations, and you can tell it’s not the same at all.”

“Then were did it come from?” Ianto asked, coming to stand next to Jack, his eyes on Toshiko. 

“That is the question.”  Toshiko did some more magic with her laptop.  This time, what looked like a manifest took up the screen.  “According to what I’ve been able to dig up, that particular rocket launcher was in a shipment that was supposed to have been shipped to Afghanistan six months ago, property of the regular army.”

“Well, now,” Jack mused.  “That is interesting…”  Why wouldn’t UNIT have used their own weaponry?

“Yes,” John added, “since UNIT certainly has its own resources and wouldn’t need to steal from the army.  We might not agree with war, but we certainly want those fighting one to have the tools they’d need to come home alive.”

Jack agreed.  No one really enjoyed war, but the soldiers in it deserved a fighting chance.  “What about any of the other weapons that were in that shipment?”

‘The army is investigating, but so far nothing has turned up,” she answered. 

“You know,” Jack said, “this really casts doubt on whether this was a sanctioned UNIT operation.”  He felt somewhat relieved by that, because he really didn’t want to think UNIT itself had gone that bad.

“If it isn’t,” Ianto put in, “that would mean they’d need somewhere to make this virus they tried to use.”

“A civilian lab then.”  Owen didn’t phrase it as a question.

“It would have to be,” Jack agreed, standing.  “I think it’s time we let our guest know that he’s failed in his plan.”

**********

 

This time, it was Ianto in the interrogation room with him, which was far more of a distraction than it had been when the young man had been on the observation level…which almost wasn’t saying much.

John and the other Tomorrow People had gone back to their Lab.  Their leader had asked Ianto to stay, to act as a liaison between themselves and Torchwood.  Jack hadn’t been at all unhappy about that, hoping to get this wrapped up and then perhaps get some alone time with Ianto.  John had said something about contacting the other Tomorrow People on Earth, in order to warn them, and Jack had agreed that this was the best option.  He doubted UNIT knew where they all were, especially if they were acting as normal humans – and he could certainly understand their paranoia about showing themselves.  John had said a majority of them on the planet were families, and not involved in galactic politics.  It would be a crime if any of them were found out.

They were innocent, and didn’t deserve this sort of persecution.

Jack sauntered into the interrogation room, Ianto just behind him.  He sent a cocky grin in their prisoner’s direction.  “Looks like your little virus was a big, fat failure.”

The man’s smug grin faded.  “You’re lying.”

“Afraid not.”  Jack leaned over him, trying for intimidation once more.  “Whoever created it screwed up.  Of course, now the Tomorrow People know about it, and I’m not real sure you want them as enemies.”

“Our leader is contacting the Galactic Federation as we speak,” Ianto bluffed.  John had said they would if the virus became a working reality, but for now they would work on the issue on their own.   “I’m certain they – and the Shadow Proclamation – would enjoy hearing about an attempted genocide against a non-aggressive species on a closed world.”

The Shadow Proclamation was also a bluff, as well.  While the Federation and the Shadow Architects had a co-existence pact, the Federation didn’t agree with their use of the Judoon as their personal police force.  They felt the Judoon were too brutal and not willing to accept that their judgments could be wrong. 

The man paled.  “It’s not genocide when you’re trying to protect your own race from extinction!”

Jack’s eyebrow rose in disbelief.  “Someone’s been taking lessons from Adolf Hitler.”

“You can’t possibly compare the Nazis to us!”

“I think he just did,” Ianto said calmly.  “I’d like to know just what the difference is, since they’re both the same act, only against different races.”

Their prisoner chewed his lip, and didn’t answer.

“Sounds like he’s not into his own rhetoric,” Jack mused, taking a stand next to Ianto.

“It would seem,” Ianto agreed.  “I wonder if anyone bothered to explain to him how many hundreds of thousands of years we’re talking about?”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed.  “By that time humanity will have spread out amongst the stars and pretty much aren’t even entirely human anymore.  There’s even these sentient heads in jars…just their heads, nothing else.”

Ianto looked at him, his expression curious.  “Really?”

Jack nodded.  He’d seen Boekind in his travels with the Doctor.  “Very wise, ancient beings.  Communicated telepathically.  The sex was incredible – “

The TP rolled his eyes.  “Really, sir.  Does every story you tell have to include sex?”

“Why, yes, they do.”  Jack leered at him pleasantly.

Ianto snorted.  “I think we should be getting back to business with our friend, here.”

“You’re right, of course.”  Jack went back to their prisoner.  “Well, now that your dastardly plan has failed, I wonder what your employers had up their sleeve next.”

The man didn’t speak.

“He’s just thinking of ways to escape,” Ianto said. 

Jack snorted.  “Like he’s going to get out of here alive.”

“Get out of my head!” the man shouted at Ianto, trying to come up out of the chair.

“Naughty, naughty,” Jack chided.  “You were quite content to kill his people.  I don’t see why they shouldn’t use any and all means necessary to stop you from doing just that.”

Of course, it was all just one more bluff, but Jack could tell the man was scared. 

It was Ianto’s turn to lean forward.  “You know I don’t take kindly to people who have nothing to do with me and mine trying to kill me and my family.  What’s keeping me from getting into your head and peeling your mind like a grape?”

Jack shivered.  Ianto was dead sexy when he was being intimidating. 

Then it occurred to him that he might have to make good on that threat, and Jack wasn’t sure Ianto could do that. 

“Could I have a moment with you?” Jack insisted, taking Ianto gently by the elbow and leading him out of the room.  He stopped on the lower landing of the stairs, practically putting Ianto in the corner, crowding close to him.  “Pretend we’re having some sort of disagreement, all right?” He pitched his voice too low for their prisoner to hear.

Ianto looked confused for a moment, then agreed.  “I suppose you’re trying to talk me out of taking a dig through of his brain?”

“Is it working?” Jack asked, trying to ignore the fact that he could practically feel Ianto’s body heat through his clothes.

“You might want to try a little harder.” 

Was it Jack’s imagination, or was Ianto shaking just a little?  Was that look of discomfort because of Jack’s proximity, or was it an act to fool the man in the room beyond?

“Look,” Jack said, biting the bullet, “I wanted to apologize for what happened – “

“We both made mistakes that night,” Ianto murmured.  “Let’s just forget about it, and start over, okay?”

“Fine with me.”  Jack was glad that Ianto was willing to let bygones be bygones.   That made his sudden, spur-of-the-moment next question that much easier.  “So, after this is all over, how about you…me…dinner, a movie…?” 

The utter surprise on Ianto’s face made Jack doubt himself…which didn’t happen all that often.  He really had no idea where that particular question came from, but he realized that he really, really wanted it.  He wanted to get to know this special young man, and he regretted not doing that before all hell had broken loose and he’d nearly lost him.  He’d only been interested in the physical part of their relationship, and now he knew just how wrong that had been.  Ianto Jones would never be just a part-time shag, which is how Jack had wanted it at first.  But now, that had changed, and it had taken a rampant Cyberwoman and a rogue UNIT general for him to realize it.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Ianto asked incredulously, his voice rising a little.

“Interested?” Jack returned, trying to sound a lot less nervous than he actually felt, and managing to fail spectacularly.   “And keep your voice down.”

Ianto’s expression turned calculating, for just a moment, and then it morphed into what Jack would always call a ‘shit-eating’ grin.  “As long as I don’t have to interrogate anyone.  Some fetishes should be kept to yourself.”

Jack leered.  “Not even in role play?”  He couldn’t believe that Ianto had actually accepted the offer, and couldn’t help feeling a bit giddy about it.

“All right…but not until the third date.”

Jack smiled; not his usual brilliant expression, but this one sincere.  “You think there’ll be more than one?”

“I certainly hope so.” 

Jack really wanted to kiss him, but refrained.  “Let’s see if we can scare some information out of this guy, then we can talk about this later.  Follow my lead.”

“If you insist.”  Ianto’s face went dark, and he stormed back into the interrogation room.

If Jack didn’t know better, he’d swear Ianto was severely pissed off.

Their prisoner looked uncertain as Jack approached the table.  “Now,” he drawled, leaning forward, his knuckles resting on the pitted wood, “I’m sure we can avoid any of the brain-peeling that my associate here has threatened you with.  I’m certain you can be perfectly reasonable and give us the information that we need.”

“Go to hell,” the man tried to snarl, but it didn’t sound quite as tough as Jack was sure he’d meant it to be.

“Are you sure you won’t let me dig around a bit?” Ianto practically whined.

“You’re actually allied with this maniac?” the prisoner shouted.  “He’s inhuman!”

“That might be a surprise to my parents,” Ianto answered snidely. 

‘I’d quit insulting the telepath if I were you,” Jack said, shaking his head.  “C’mon, make it easy on yourself and tell us where you and your people are holed up at.  You’ve failed in your mission, and we’re not going to stop until we get to them. ” He leaned closer.  “I know you know where they are.  Just one word and we can end this.  Don’t make me set the big bad Tomorrow Person on you.  You know you want to tell me…”

“I’ve got it,” Ianto said.  He grinned at their prisoner, whose eyes were wide with denial.  “You know, you really shouldn’t think so loud.”

“We make a great team,” Jack said admiringly.

“You’re the one who aimed his mind in the right direction.”

“But you did a wonderful job of intimidation.”

“If you two are done with the self-congratulation,” Owen’s voice echoed down from the observation area, “we do have some bad guys to catch.”

“He has a point,” Ianto said.

“He does.  Let me get this bastard put in a cell, and then we can plan.”


Comments

I love it!

Starsky and Hutch! ;-)
but much, much, much more sexy
:-)))))

Re: I love it!

Haha! I guess so!

Thanks! :)
Hee, those two should do a cop show!

Loved the re-imagining of the 'asking me out for a date' scene! :D
I always thought Jack and Ianto would be very good at 'good cop, bad cop'. *laughs*

Glad you liked the change in the date scene. I just had to have it in there. :)