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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 13
Masterlist

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14.


“Owen's not answering,” Gwen said and Jack cursed.

He tightened his hold around Ianto's waist and walked past Tosh's abandoned work station.

”C'mon. You can do it.”

Ianto sagged against him, breathing heavily, but Jack forced him to keep going the same way they had been walking for almost half an hour now.

”Try again.”

Ianto stumbled and Jack helped him to keep his footing.

”It's okay,” he whispered, pushing his own panic away to calm down an obviously upset Ianto.

Ianto's hand was twisted in the material of Jack's coat, trying to keep himself upright.

”I'm so tired.”

”Keep on walking, Ianto. You can't fall asleep.”

Gwen called, ”Still not answering.”

”Try it again, Gwen!” Jack snapped. He helped Ianto cross the small bridge over the basin in the Hub and whispered, ”Ianto, don't fall asleep.”

”Won't change a thing,” Ianto answered.

They moved slowly, but Ianto managed to set one foot in front of another.

”Why the hell did you do that, Ianto?”

”Better off without me, sir.”

”I thought we talked about that.”

”Better off,” Ianto muttered and collapsed.

”No, Ianto.” Jack tried to get him up again, but Ianto wouldn't move. So Jack sat down on the cold tiles and pulled him to his chest, admitting defeat.

Ianto's head fell against Jack's shoulder.

”Tea boy,” he whispered. ”Better off without the tea boy.”

”That's not true,” Jack answered and buried his nose in the sweaty, dark hair. One hand cupped Ianto's nape and the other pulled him closer, wrapped around Ianto's waist. ”Ianto Jones,” he said.

Gwen crouched next to him, her green eyes large and worried.

”Maybe we should try with the throwing up again.”

Jack shook his head.

”Too late for that. All we can do is wait and hope that it won't be too bad.”

”How much did you take, Ianto?” Gwen asked.

Ianto looked about ready to fall asleep.

”Five … or … six … I think.”

”Damn,” Jack muttered.

Gwen snapped her phone shut.

”He won't answer.”

Jack glared at her.

”Trying again,” she mumbled and left them, pressing her phone to her ear.

”Jack … this is bad,” Ianto said, looking up at him.

”I know.” Jack pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. ”I'll stay with you until it's over. It's okay. We'll deal with it.” He dropped a kiss on Ianto's forehead.

”Promise me that I can stay here … if I forget Torchwood. I want to stay here.”

”Then why the hell did you do that?” Jack asked furiously.

Ianto shook his head.

”I don't know. I … I'm sorry.”

Jack shook his head.

”It's my fault. I let you come back to work too soon.”

Ianto's eyes drooped and Jack shook him slightly, not wanting him to fall asleep.

”Stay awake.”

Gwen returned. She was holding her phone to her ear and knelt down next to them. Her free hand grabbed one of Ianto's.

”What about a local hospital?” she asked.

”You are kidding, right?” Jack asked, then concentrated on Ianto again.

Ianto was looking at him.

”May I say it, sir?”

Jack took a deep breath.

”Oh God, Ianto. You don't have to.”

”Please, sir.”

Jack closed his eyes, then he nodded.

”I'm sorry, sir. For everything. For Lisa. For causing you to lose your trust in me.”

Jack nodded, forcing back tears.

”I know.” He leaned down. ”Apology accepted.” He caught Ianto's lips in a tender kiss.

When he broke it, he kept his eyes closed, until Gwen said, ”He's asleep.”

He nodded.

”I know.”

”Should we wake him?”

”We can't,” he answered. ”Once Retcon gets to work, you can't stop it.”

Gwen hung up the cell and redialled.

”He's not answering.”

”Find Tosh,” Jack said. He gathered Ianto's body to his chest and got up with Gwen's help. ”It's too late now anyway. We can only hope that he was able to get enough of it out of his system by throwing up.”

”So, he took five or six pills. That means he'll only lose five days, right?”

Jack shook his head.

”The more you take, the more you lose. Five or six pills … he could lose up to five years.”

Gwen just looked after him as he carried Ianto to the couch.

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There had to be a good reason for him to lie in an alleyway on the rain-wet ground in the middle of the night, but for the life of him, Owen couldn't remember it. His phone was ringing, his head was hurting so bad that he checked if a chainsaw was wedged in it and he felt exhausted.

He groaned and reached into his jeans pocket for his phone. By the time he'd found it, it had stopped ringing. He squinted at the display, aside from the dim street lamp the only source of light, and cursed. He'd missed thirty-two calls from the Hub. Thirty-two. What the hell was going on there?

He got to his feet slowly and stumbled. He was going to be sick, if he didn't die first.

”What the fuck did I drink?” he whispered. He managed to leave the alleyway without throwing up and was standing on a street he recognized, about half-way between his flat and the Hub. He was just pushing the right buttons to call the Hub back when a car stopped next to him.

The driver window was rolled down and Tosh looked at him from the passenger seat.

”Where have you been?”

Blearily, he realized that Gwen was sitting behind the wheel, glaring at him. He felt strangely detached from his body.

”I ...”

”Get in. Now.” Tosh sounded uncharacteristically harsh. He scrabbled for the door handle and got into the back seat. He was shaking all over, feeling sick and confused. What had happened?

Gwen accelerated and Owen felt his senses fly out Gwen's still open window.

”We tried to call you. Where have you been? We needed you back at the Hub,” Gwen ranted. ”Damn it, Owen! Were you out there getting drunk?”

”No,” he said, not sure if he was telling the truth.

”Answer your phone the next time.”

He hated it when she got all bossy. It made him defensive.

”Shut up, Gwen!”

”I won't. We had to trace your phone to track you down. Do you have any idea how mad Jack is right now?”

He had an idea. Jack wasn't a strict boss, he didn't have many rules. But one of them was 'Answer your phone'. Well, fuck! Whatever had happened, he really hoped it had been worth it.

Chapter 15