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The Enemy Within

Word Count: 41.485
Summary: Following Ianto's betrayal, Jack thinks that the team may be broken for good. He tries to heal the mental wounds while being unable to quite forgive Ianto himself. When the team is faced with a threat using mental powers to gain access to Torchwood, none of them realize that the enemy is already among them.
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, Myfanwy, OCs
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/OC, Owen/OC
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Day One, Cyberwoman
Setting: after Cyberwoman
Warnings: Language, really short dub-con (kissing) but nothing beyond the boundaries of the show
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Torchwood and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

Chapter 6
Masterlist

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7.


Its eyes were dark and unreadable in a face that was somewhere between an ape and a monster and Owen shivered involuntarily. He remembered the first time that he’d seen one of them. Jack had taken him down here, to the cells, and sat him down on a chair.

”Look at it,” he’d said. ”It wasn’t born on this planet. It came through the Rift. And it’s real.”

Owen had been overwhelmed then, new to Torchwood and insecure.

The Weevils still scared him on some level even though he’d learned how to fight them.

”Hello, Stuart,” he said, clutching the stone in his hand. The Weevil was standing in a corner of the bare cell, the glass separating it from Owen was stained. The smell of moist walls was clinging to Owen's clothes already. The cells weren't a pleasant place but a necessary evil. They couldn't control the Weevils, only catch them and take them back where they had come from – from under the city. This one – named Stuart even though they didn't even know if it was a boy – was kept in the Hub because Jack wanted to find out more about them.

It bared its teeth.

”Do me a favour,” Owen said and touched the glass with one hand. ”Sit down.”

It growled. The stone wasn’t working on Jack. Maybe it wouldn’t work on Weevils, either.

”Sit down,” Owen repeated and he concentrated on Stuart's eyes. He felt a headache build behind his forehead and suddenly, there was something he couldn't see but feel. It was like a solid wall.

Owen frowned. He tried to push against it, mentally, and gasped when the headache lessened and Stuart backed off to sit back on its haunches. He stared at it. He hadn't experienced this before – the need to push against a mental wall. Maybe that had something to do with using the stone intentionally. Maybe he hadn't realized it before because he thought it was just a headache. Fact was, he could control Weevils. That would make hunting them easier. And not as dangerous as it was now.

He cleared his throat.

”I’m coming in.” He opened the cell with the remote control and swallowed. Stuart was watching him curiously. Owen entered the cell cautiously.

”Good boy,” he whispered. It made its move when he was standing just a few steps away from it. It leapt to its feet. Owen’s mind screamed Back off! while his body was reaching for the gun he’d tucked into his jeans. He didn’t need it. His mind’s order slammed into Stuart like a bullet, forcing it back and to the ground. Owen left the cell hurriedly and closed the door. He stared at Stuart who was sitting whimpering on the floor of its cell.

”Wow!” Owen gasped. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep within. His hands were shaking, still working through the second of panic he’d experienced when Stuart had tried to attack him. Above it all was a feeling of accomplishment that made him dizzy and a pride and happiness he couldn’t quite explain. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him, he decided while looking at the stone. He ignored the small voice in his head telling him that he should call Jack.. Jack would take away the stone, Owen was sure of it. No, this was a good thing. As long as he kept it a secret, this was a good thing.

***

The next day, Owen decided to get a bit of revenge for all the times Gwen and Tosh had ganged up on him. He found it just as easy to get into Gwen and Tosh's minds as it had been to get into Stuart's. He ignored the headache, and soon, his body seemed to adjust to his new gift. The headaches lessened and by late afternoon, they were gone. Only a slight pressure behind his forehead remained whenever he accessed Tosh's and Gwen's minds. He made Gwen bring him coffee and Tosh clean up his desk. Both of them were smiling while doing so which led Jack to make a dirty joke about threesomes and why the hell hadn't he been invited?

Whenever Owen used the stone he felt a warm happiness sweep through him that made him slightly giddy, a feeling he hadn't had in years – ever since Katie – and that urged him to use the stone more often than he'd wanted to in the beginning. Owen didn’t try to influence Jack. Better safe than sorry. He didn’t think about influencing Ianto until just before their shift was over.

The archivist had spent the majority of the day in the tourist office, going through files in the backroom and talking for about an hour to a group of tourists who insisted on speaking in Welsh without ever having tried to use the language before. It took them ten minutes just to ask for the toilet. The rest of the time went by with them perusing the shelves of catalogues and refusing to take the hint that Ianto wanted to lock up for the day.

When Ianto came back into the main Hub, Jack called him to his office immediately. Owen watched them going through some paperwork.

”It’s not nice to spy on people,” Tosh said.

Owen rolled his eyes.

”I’m just looking.”

Gwen returned from the fridge and handed him a can of Coke. He smiled.

”Thank you.”

”No problem,” she answered. ”Anything else I can do for you?”

”Not at the moment.”

She joined Tosh at her desk. Owen took a minute to revel in the warm feeling the use of the stone gave him and then opened the can. Gwen was easier to influence than Tosh. He was getting better at mentally reaching out to the girls but he paid attention not to overdo it. He couldn’t let Jack get suspicious.

”What are you waiting for?” Tosh asked when he kept staring to Jacks office. ”It’s not as if they’re doing something interesting.”

That was when the idea struck Owen.

”You willing to bet on that?”

The stone was heavy in his jeans pocket. He’d learned that he didn’t need to touch it to use it. He didn’t reach out and influence Tosh over a bet, though. He wasn’t going to go that far. Besides, it wasn’t necessary, she would bet against him, he was sure of it.

Gwen frowned.

”What do you mean?”

”I bet that Ianto will kiss Jack before leaving that office.”

Gwen and Tosh laughed.

Tosh pulled a five pound note from her jeans pocket. Gwen dug her wallet from her bag.

”I’m in. No way is that happening.”

Owen knew that they were right. It would never happen. Not when he didn’t interfere. Playing with Tosh and Gwen was getting too easy, he wanted to give Ianto a shot. He put a fiver on his desk to show the girls that the bet was on, then all three of them got back to work, secretly watching Jack’s office.

Ianto was standing next to the captain’s chair, leaning on the desk with one hand and, with his other hand, pointed something out in a file Jack was holding.

Owen focused on Ianto, mentally reaching out to him.

Ianto frowned and swayed. He put both his hands on Jack's desk to ground himself.

”Hey!” the captain said. ”Ianto, are you alright?”

Ianto closed his eyes, the lights were suddenly too bright.

”I ...”

Jack got up from his chair.

”Sit down. Come on.” He gently grabbed Ianto's shoulders.

It wasn't easy. Owen felt as if he was running against the wall he had – until now – overcome so easily. He frowned and closed his eyes, trying harder this time.

“Sit down,” Jack muttered again, guiding Ianto to his chair.

Ianto gasped when he felt something – a presence, someone, another mind – pushing against the barriers he'd built around his mind.

”Sir,” he said and grabbed Jack's wrist, ”Code Seven.”

Then everything went white, red-hot pain burning through his skull and Ianto whimpered. He couldn't breathe, there wasn't enough air around him. He tried to gather his reserves just as he'd been taught, and was dimly aware of Jack calling for him and then screaming for Owen. Ianto pushed back against the intruder's mind, trying to gain his footing. But his last training had been so long ago and he wasn't even sure if his barriers were strong enough to keep the intruder out. He strengthened his barriers, gasping for air, and remembered what he had been taught to do: Identify the intruder.

He held on to the intruder's mind, reached into his mind lying surprisingly open and unprotected and that didn't make sense … shouldn't he try to protect himself while attacking Ianto?

Jack's voice was reaching him from far away, muttering, ”Breathe, Ianto. You have to breathe.”

He held on with all his might until the pain got unbearable, then he pushed him away and everything went black.

Owen gasped and looked around. He was sitting in the Hub at his desk and the last thing he remembered was trying to get into Ianto's mind. What had happened?

Gwen grabbed his shoulder.

”Owen! Did you fall asleep? Jack's calling for you.”

”What?” Confused, Owen looked at her.

Jack left his office. He was carrying Ianto, wrapped in the captain's coat.

”Owen!” he bellowed. ”We have a PS. I need you now.” He laid Ianto on the couch and tucked the coat around him. Owen reacted on auto-pilot. He ran for the med bay and got his kit, then headed back into the main Hub to sit on the couch next to Ianto's outstretched body. The younger man's eyes were partially open, unfocussed and unaware. He was breathing heavily and was wheezing a bit as if he didn't get enough air. His face was pale and sweaty. Owen grabbed his penlight and tested the pupils. Then he listened to Ianto's heartbeat, frantically trying to remember what he'd learned about PS during the last UNIT conference. Jack was crouching next to him, his hand in Ianto's hair.

”Owen?”

”Hey! I'm doing what I can, okay?”

Gwen crossed her arms while Tosh was standing next to her, biting her fingernails nervously. Gwen's voice was shaking, ”What is PS?”

No one answered her. She wanted to know what was going on. Everyone seemed tense and she thought that she could see Owen's hands shaking and that scared her. Gwen decided that Owen didn’t need any distractions and addressed the captain, ”Jack? What is PS?”

He looked at her, a frown etched into his forehead.

”Gwen, check the CCTV. Look for someone lingering on the Plass or near the tourist office within the last hour. Tosh, check our alarm systems and make sure that we have not been breached.”

Tosh nodded and headed for her desk, obviously relieved to have something to do besides staring at Ianto's slack face.

Gwen was stunned.

”What?”

”Just do it!” Jack snapped. Gwen pressed her lips together, but she obeyed. Jack addressed the doctor, ”Owen?”

”Hey, it’s the first time that I’ve confronted this kind of thing.” He put an oxygen mask over Ianto's face.

”Just give him the Tiramin. You have to work faster. Or else he will-”

”I know, Jack! Okay? I know. But I can't just give him the damn shot! I have to make sure that it won't kill him.” He loaded a syringe. ”And it won't. Okay, let’s see if this works.”

Gwen and Tosh watched from their computers as Owen injected Ianto. Gwen bit her lip and then focused on the screen again. Owen took one Ianto’s wrists and with his other hand adjusted the mask.

”He’s having trouble breathing. Pulse is too slow. C’mon now.”

What had he done? Owen closed his eyes for a second. What the fuck had he done?

He should have known.

Ianto gasped for air loudly and blinked furiously. Jack was immediately on the couch behind him, propping him up against his chest.

”Ianto?”

The young man panted, still staring at nothing. Then his hands flailed and held onto the first thing they could find, namely Owen’s sweater. He was still shaking like a leaf, but finally, he blinked one last time and awareness returned to his eyes.

”Oh God!” His voice was muffled by the mask. He pulled Owen closer.

”Oh God!” He sounded terrified and Owen couldn’t blame him. Only himself.

Jack pried Ianto’s hand lose from Owen's sweater and offered his own hand as a replacement. Jack was staring darkly at Owen and for a second the doctor thought that he’d been found out. But then the captain shook his head.

”It never was exhaustion. Someone’s been trying to get into his head.”

”No one on the CCTV,” Gwen said. Ianto’s trembling subsided and he was getting drowsy. Gwen's voice was like steel now, ”What’s going on?”

Jack seemed to know that he couldn’t shut her up this time.

”PS is a psi shock. It happens when someone tries to get into the heads of people who received psi training that helps to block any intruders. That was mandatory for Torchwood One so Ianto had it. That way, they could be sure that no outer influence was trying to gain access to Torchwood by using one of their own.”

Owen cursed himself. He should have known. Torchwood One. Psi training. It wasn't news to him. Why had he even tried?

Gwen was staring at Jack as if he’d grown a second head.

”So … if someone tries to use mind control?”

”Or something similar,” Jack answered. He got up, carefully settling the now sleeping Ianto on the couch. Owen focused on monitoring Ianto's breathing.

Jack shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.

”Blocking such an influence doesn’t necessarily mean that someone goes into psi shock. Depending on how well they are trained, people can fend off the influence or at least send out an alarm before being taken over. I know that Ianto was deemed talented. He can fend off powerful influences. Him going into psi shock … I think that whoever did this was not only very strong but very violent, too. You can influence someone subtly and gracefully – in some galaxies it’s regarded as an art – or you can trash their mind with a sledgehammer. The latter is the case here. Ungraceful but it almost worked.”

Gwen frowned.

”So Ianto fended him off?”

Jack nodded.

”He wouldn’t have gone into shock if he hadn’t. PS is the body's reaction to … a battle of minds for lack of a better explanation. Fighting off an intruder is exhausting and painful and 21st century bodies are not build for that kind of struggle.”

Gwen looked at Ianto, sleeping but still breathing erratically.

”He will be okay, though?”

Owen nodded.

”I gave him an adrenaline mix Torchwood invented for emergencies like this one to pull him out of it and he will be okay when he wakes up.” He went back to monitoring Ianto's breathing.

Jack brushed a hand through his short hair.

”There was no one near Torchwood.” He was looking at Gwen.

She shook her head.

”No.”

Tosh added, “And the alarms work just fine. No intruder.”

Jack sighed.

”Whoever it was, he was strong. It’s hard to build a connection over a distance.”

”Why Ianto?” Gwen asked.

”Why not?” Jack answered. ”He has all the keys, almost all the codes and he knows the base better than even me. His mind’s like an all you can eat buffet for intruders.”

”Why not you?” Gwen wanted to know.

Jack smiled.

”I’m too strong. I was trained to withstand that kind of influence even before I joined Torchwood which means whoever did this knows us. Maybe even our files.”

”What are we going to do now?” Tosh wanted to know.

Jack sighed.

”We can’t do a thing. We can’t detect the use of mental powers. It could have been anyone.”

Owen bit his lip and ducked his head.

***

“Do you think someone's trying to get to us?” Gwen asked when she left the Hub with Tosh.

”Seems that way,” Tosh answered and locked the tourist office from the outside.

The wind clawed at their coats and Gwen looked up into the grey sky.

”Looks like rain.”

”Same old,” Tosh muttered. They started toward the Roald Dahl Plass. Tosh smiled up at her.

”Sometimes I wonder why we can't find some weather device, you know. It would never rain again.”

Gwen laughed.

”That would be nice.”

They walked in companionable silence for a minute then Gwen asked, ”What was Jack going on about when he talked about 21st century bodies?”

”There are many things from the future coming through the Rift,” Tosh answered. ”Jack knows a lot about them and about the future in general. Don't ask me how. That's Jack for you.”

Gwen shrugged. She wondered if she should tell Tosh that she'd seen Jack die just to get up a minute later as if nothing ever happened. She decided against it, it was his decision if he wanted to share his immortality.

”You think Ianto will be okay?”

Tosh shoved her hands into her coat pockets and stared at the pavement, watching her feet evade the puddles left over from yesterday's rain.

”Jack says so.”

”How would he know?”

”No idea,” Tosh admitted and muttered, ”Why do you care anyway?”

Gwen stopped.

”You're being unfair.”

Tosh turned around to her, a frown on her face.

”Am I?”

”I care about Ianto.”

”Do you?”

Gwen shook her head and turned away, heading for her car.

”I really don't have to listen to this.”

Tosh caught up with her and grabbed her arm.

”You wanted him to be put in a cell. You wanted Jack to give him Retcon.”

Gwen stopped.

”I was shocked, okay? Those were the worst two hours in my whole life.”

”I'll give you that,” Tosh said. ”Really, I understand. What I don't get, is you and Owen, the last few weeks and right now. He's doing everything he can to put Ianto down and you ignore him.”

”That's not true.”

”Right … sometimes you ask him about Lisa and about Canary Wharf and why he hid her instead of telling Jack the truth. You have no idea, Gwen, absolutely no idea how much it hurts him to talk about it or to be asked questions about it. That's why Jack interrupts you every time you do it. You just don't get the hint. You waltz right on.”

Gwen ducked her head.

”Ianto was sick during his suspension. Sick and alone and tired. He didn't even call me and when I came by and found out, I had to drag Owen to Ianto's flat and he came only because he's Ianto's doctor. You never even showed your face. Even Jack came by.” Tosh sighed. ”The way I see it, Ianto made a huge mistake. Didn't you say yourself that he isn't a bad person but just made wrong decisions? You're all talk, Gwen. Remind me again how many men died when you let loose that sex-deprived alien.” With that, Tosh turned away and left.

Gwen stared after her.

***

Owen sipped his coffee and stared at his screen. Gwen and Tosh were already gone and he was sitting alone in the main Hub. The door to Jack's office opened. He walked over and stood, looking over Owen's shoulder.

”What are you doing?” he asked.

Owen sighed.

”Finishing the report on the Weevil hunt yesterday.”

”That's not what I mean.”

Owen frowned and looked at Jack who was staring down at him with a dark expression.

”It's only a matter of time, you know,” he said.

”What?” Owen asked.

”Until I know who did this.”

Ianto spoke from the direction of Tosh's desk. ”Owen?”

He looked at the younger man's confused expression. Ianto asked, ”Who are you?”

… Owen startled awake. His bedroom was almost dark, only the lights from the city cast a weak glow, letting him see the shadows and outlines of his closet and the door. Rain was tapping against his windows behind him.

”Damn,” Owen whispered. ”Damn!” He had to get rid of the stone. He had to.

But while he was drifting off again, a little voice told him that, if he really wanted to, he would have told Jack about it this afternoon.

Chapter 8

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jolinarjackson
Oct. 16th, 2010 03:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
jsks
Oct. 18th, 2010 03:03 pm (UTC)
tosh and donna are the queens of who/torchwood world for me.
this is a story i will be saving.
jolinarjackson
Oct. 18th, 2010 03:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :) Tosh is pretty awesome.
black59
Dec. 11th, 2010 06:47 pm (UTC)
Ianto was trained. so much the better!
but he has had time to find out who?
I know => next chapter !!
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