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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 1



In the aftermath of Lisa trying to take over Torchwood, Jack had admitted to Owen that he shouldn't have let Myfanwy try to kill the cyberwoman. Lisa had hurt the dinosaur during their fight. Most of the wounds had been superficial, but one of her wings had suffered severe damage. Several bones had been broken and the wing had been torn. Owen had stitched the wound up after Jack had put Myfanwy under with a sedative. They wouldn't have that luxury this time.

“Good pteranodon,” Owen cooed while he was crawling into her nest. It was nothing more than a box just big enough for Myfanwy to lie in, suspended high above the ground of the Hub, just under the ceiling. Only a small ladder led up to it. Ianto was using it regularly, since he was the one who was in charge of Myfanwy's nest and meals. Owen and the others didn't come here often.

The doctor hit his head on the low ceiling and cursed softly. He felt something wet when he supported his weight with his hand and wiped his palm on the straw that was making up Myfanwy's bed.

”Ew! This is disgusting. Why the hell can't she learn to use a litter box?” He sat down and put down the bandages and spray. Ianto crawled in next to him, the bucket with meat just out of reach. Owen wondered how he managed to look so tidy and competent in his black suit while he was sitting in the dirty nest of a dinosaur. Myfanwy was lying in the straw, her head raised and her small eyes taking in every movement the two humans made. Ianto made a soft, comforting noise and reached out a hand. Myfanwy purred and nuzzled her beak against Ianto's palm.

”Good girl,” Ianto whispered. He switched on the small light they had installed in the nest to make it easier to clean it then he looked at Owen. ”We should get started.”

”She's prone to get bitchy as soon as we touch that wound?”

”Yes,” Ianto nodded.

”Great,” Owen answered. ”I'm glad I brought my gun.”

Ianto was sceptical.

”We're here to help her,” he answered.

”Yeah,” Owen nodded, ”but if she wants to kill me, I'd rather kill her first.”

Myfanwy hissed and Owen flinched.

Ianto leaned forward and cautiously touched Myfanwy's head.

”Sh!” He looked at Owen. “We shouldn't fight in the pteranodon's nest. She can detect stress.”

”Right,” Owen answered. He noticed Myfanwy looking at Ianto in a way that could only be described as adoring. ”She likes you.”

”Because I'm the one bringing her meals every day,” Ianto answered. He reached out and pulled the bucket closer, throwing Myfanwy a piece of meat. ”Now, if you're good, you can eat the rest later,” he promised her.

”Or us,” Owen muttered. But he reached out stroked a hand from Myfanwy's head down her back to her wing. She watched him cautiously.

Owen fake-smiled at her.

”Please don't kill me.” As soon as he touched the bandage on her damaged wing, she flapped it away, nearly hitting Owen in the face, and hissed at him. He protected his eyes.

”Right,” Ianto said soothingly. ”Sorry. Sorry. Calm down, girl.”

In the confined space of the nest, Owen felt like the perfect meal.

”Why don't we sedate her? We did when I stitched that wound.”

”This will only take five minutes.”

”Once we manage to get our hands on her,” Owen answered. Myfanwy pushed her beak against Ianto's chest with some force, pushing him away.

”Oi!” Owen said, prepared to pull his gun.

Ianto shook his head.

”Don't. She's just showing me that she doesn't want me near her. It didn't even hurt … that much.” He rubbed his ribs and grimaced.

”Yeah, I'm going to take a look at that later,” Owen answered.

Ianto threw Myfanwy another piece of meat and then sat next to Owen, waiting.

”Give her a minute to calm down.” He looked at her, a sorrowful expression on his face. ”I'm so sorry, sweetie.”

”Sweetie? You'd think she's a cat.”

Ianto didn't reply. He reached out a hand and Myfanwy watched him warily for a moment, before she put her beak into it.

Ianto stroked the beak, then her head.

”I'm sorry.”

Myfanwy purred.

”Seriously, how much time do you spend up here?” Own asked.

”Enough,” was the cryptic answer.

”I can see that.”

”Let's try again,” Ianto said and kept stroking Myfanwy's head.

Owen shifted position and squeezed past Ianto to sit on his other side.

”Right, you keep distracting her while I get my arm bitten of.”

Ianto smiled.

”Quit whining, Owen.”

The doctor touched the pteranodon's head and followed the long neck down to her back, over her wing. This time, when he touched the bandage, Myfanwy didn't react. She pushed her beak against Ianto's shoulder, demanding more attention, and he laughed softly and petted her with both hands.

Cautiously, Owen peeled off the bandage, assessing the damage in the leathery wing.

”Alright. Looks good. I think this is the last time we have to re-bandage the wound. It's almost healed.”

Myfanwy's purr turned into a growl when Owen touched the new skin that was sealing most part of the once large tear in the sensitive wing. There was still part of the wound lying open and raw.

He applied pressure on one of the thin bones.

”The fracture's healed up just fine.” He took the antiseptic and looked at Ianto. ”This could hurt a bit.”

”I know.” Ianto braced himself. This was always the most critical part in Myfanwy's treatment. Tosh, Gwen and Jack had been up here to help him with her after Owen had initially stitched her up. Ianto was the only one who'd been here during all the treatments since he knew her best, even coming in during his four-week suspension. Until now, nobody had been hurt more than a few scratches.

Owen nodded and applied the antiseptic. Myfanwy jerked and cried out, pushing Ianto away. He fell backwards and Myfanwy was on him almost immediately, pinning him down and growling.

Owen pulled his gun.


”Don't!” Ianto called. Myfanwy's wing hit Owen's hand and the shot went wild, hitting the ceiling of her nest. Owen was pressed against the wall by her wing, trying to protect his face while she frantically tried to escape.

”No, no, no ...” Ianto muttered. ”No, Myfanwy. Sh.”

Owen touched the back of his head, feeling blood seeping into his short hair.

”Fuck,” he muttered, trying to get his bearings. Myfanwy flapped her wings.

”No,” Ianto said. ”Paham mae dicter, o Myfanwy, yn llenwi'th lygaid duon di?”

Owen was tempted to laugh. Sometimes Ianto managed to surprise him. The pteranodon cried out and Owen watched her eyeing Ianto mistrustfully. He stared back at her, lying on his back, held down by her claws. Owen stared at both of them, tempted to shoot again but he knew now that this would only startle her and maybe cause her to attack Ianto. He squeezed his eyes shut when pressure gathered behind his forehead, causing his eyes to tear up. He must have hit the wood pretty hard. Myfanwy growled menacingly, then she suddenly turned her head away and moved off Ianto, curling up in a corner.

Ianto squeezed his eyes hut, relief written all over his face.

”Oh God!”

”That was close, huh?” Owen asked, relieved when his headache dulled. He felt a smile tug at his lips, feeling lighter now that the danger was over.

”For a moment there ...” Ianto sighed.

”You recite Welsh songs to her?”

”It works,” Ianto answered.

Owen pulled him closer by his arm.

”You okay?”

Myfanwy was cowering in the corner, eyeing them.

”Yeah, I think so. And you?”

”Hit my head,” Owen answered. He looked at Myfanwy. ”Let's just leave it that way, Ianto. She doesn't really need the bandage anymore.”

The archivist nodded his consent and shoved the bucket towards Myfanwy, before emptying it. They crawled out of the nest and stood up on the small platform next to it before closing the hatch. Owen breathed a sigh of relief and staggered against the wall. Ianto grimaced in pain and reached a hand up to his shoulder, under his jacket. It came back smeared with blood. He looked at his hand as if he wasn't able to grasp what he was seeing. The doctor in Owen kicked in and he tilted Ianto's head up to look into his eyes.

He seemed to be lucid, no shock. Ianto just stared at him.

”She nicked me with the beak.”

Owen peeled the suit jacket way, finding the white shirt and the grey waistcoat red around Ianto's shoulder.

”Nicked?” he asked. ”Are you kidding me? That's a lot of blood.”

”Owen,” Ianto said and squinted, swaying.

Owen felt Ianto lean against him.

”Hey, you're not going to pass out on me, are you?” he asked and pushed Ianto against the wall. Then he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling sick himself.

Ianto muttered, ”You have blood on your neck.”

Owen nodded.

”Yeah, I hit my head a bit harder than I let on.” He got dizzy. ”Oi … a lot harder.”

”You're not passing out on me, are you?” he heard Ianto ask before Owen did just that.


Owen came to when he was laid down on a cold surface. He opened his eyes and immediately recognized his white-tiled realm – the med bay. He was lying on the autopsy table in the centre of the circular room.

Jack was towering over him, arms crossed over his shirt. Concern was written all over his handsome face.

"You back with us?" he asked and Owen nodded cautiously, staring at the bare walls and trying not to throw up. Jack must have carried him all the way down from the nest. Owen felt rubbish enough not to care just how embarrassing that was.

Jack turned away from him.

"Ianto, do me a favour and sit down before you fall down. I think I've carried enough men for one day."

Owen turned his head and saw Ianto slowly sitting down on the steps leading down to the med bay, pressing a towel to his injured shoulder. He'd lost his jacket and waistcoat, was pale and a little shaky. Someone stepped into Owen's line of sight and it took a moment for the doctor to realize that he was openly staring at Tosh's breasts now. He sat up slowly, then he raised his head.

She was already snapping on latex gloves she'd taken out of one of the metal supply closets that lined the wall.

"You have a head wound. Maybe a concussion."

"Thank you very much, Doctor Sato," he answered sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes.

"Otherwise, you seem to be just fine. You were lucky."

Owen held onto Tosh's shoulder when the room began to sway dangerously.

Jack was crouching in front of Ianto now, looking at the wound.

"You both were." He shook his head. "A nick, Ianto? I'll have to stitch you up."

Owen hopped off the table.

"Let me do that." He got dizzy, stumbled and then Tosh was the only thing preventing him from falling down.

"Just stay put until I have a look at your head," she said, exasperated.

"Doctors are the worst patients," Jack smiled. He gestured for Ianto to press the towel back onto the wound and straightened. Owen pointed to one of the metal cabinets but Jack didn't seem to need his assistance. Owen frowned. Sometimes he forgot that Jack had been working for Torchwood quite some time now, long enough to be in the photographs of the last ten years.

He didn't want to feel so useless.

“It's the second ampoule from the right. You'll need-“

“I know. It's not the first time I've stitched someone up.“ Jack prepared a local anaesthetic.

“How come you never help me if you're such a good doctor yourself?“ Owen asked a bit irritated.

Jack smiled.

“The only things I'm good at are stitching and amputation.“

“You know, that's not exactly calming me down.“ Owen reached for the syringe in Jack's hand but the captain turned away.

Owen glared at him. He let Tosh help him back onto the table and pouted while she tended to his wound. He couldn't help but watch Jack taking care of Ianto ... and giving advice.

"I don't like his pallor," he said. "Jack, maybe he's going into shock."

"I'm not going into shock," Ianto answered. "I'm just fine." He sighed in relief when the local anaesthetic took hold and muted the pain to a dull ache. Jack started to stitch.

Owen leaned to the side to watch him work.

"Okay, doesn't look too bad. Ow, Tosh!"

"Sorry," she said, not sounding as if she really was.

"Done," she said a few minutes later.

Owen couldn't help fingering the bandage on the back of his head.

"Not bad," he admitted. "Painkillers?" He held out a hand and Tosh went to get some ibuprofen.

Ianto focused his eyes on Jack.

"You don't have to do this," he said softly.

Jack looked up at him.

"I want to," he answered.

"It won't be necessary to heal that wound, you know. Once UNIT shows up."

Jack avoided Ianto's eyes and didn't answer. He concentrated on bandaging the wound under Owen's watchful gaze. And if he let his fingers linger a little longer then necessary on the soft skin of Ianto's chest, the younger man didn't comment on it. When Jack was done he straightened up and turned to Owen and Tosh who had taken a seat on the table beside the doctor.

"Go home." He looked at Ianto. "All of you. Let's call it a night."


Jack kept staring at his computer screen as if that would erase the UNIT memo glaring back at him.

"Damn it," he muttered and shut off the screen. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, feeling drained and old all of a sudden. There was a report lying in his desk drawer, handwritten and waiting to be typewritten. It contained interviews with his team concerning the cyberwoman incident, his own report and a request to leave disciplinary measures to him. A request that would have the same chance a snowball had in hell. Which was why he hadn't reported the incident yet. As much as what had happened had hurt him he couldn't hand Ianto over to UNIT. Despite what Owen and the others were thinking, it had nothing to do with the fact that Ianto and Jack had had sex. He would do the same for them. The betrayal just hurt much more. He'd believed that Ianto had come to his bed willingly just to find out that it had been a necessary evil to distract him from the cyberwoman Ianto had hidden.

He wondered just how many times Ianto had wished to be somewhere else while they'd been sleeping together. Jack felt like a rapist even though he knew that he hadn't done anything wrong. The worst thing was that he'd thought that Ianto had enjoyed it as much as he had. That he'd liked spending time with him. Not only in the bedroom, but outside as well. The sex had only been a minor factor in their dynamic. They hadn't been in a relationship, but they'd shared a mutual respect and a friendship Jack had come to rely on. Late-night talks in the Hub while brooding over paperwork, early-morning chats before the others arrived, the lessons in shooting Jack had given Ianto ... everything – the flirting, the smiles, the casual touches – had been a lie. And he'd fallen for it.

Jack opened his eyes again and sighed deeply. There was the soft sound of steps and Jack turned to his door.

"I thought I told you to go home," he said.

Ianto shrugged. He winced a moment later when the movement pulled at his shoulder. He was wearing a fresh red shirt and the spare jacket he kept in his locker.

"Don't know why I should. There's so much to do around here. The archives and ..." He held up the file in his hand. "... this."

"The budget," Jack sighed and rolled his eyes. "I almost forgot about it."

"I took the liberty of doing it. All you have to do is sign it, sir." He stepped into the office and stopped in front of Jack's large desk, just between the two wooden chairs placed in front of it for visitors. He handed Jack the file.

The captain opened it, signing the first sheet of paper.

"Thank you, Ianto."

"Don't you want to read it?"

"I trust that you did it right. You promised me not to betray Torchwood again. I believe you."

"And yet ..." Ianto began, not finishing the sentence.

"And yet ..." Jack echoed. He looked at his assistant. "I think that whatever was or wasn't between us, it will take a little longer to heal."

Ianto closed his eyes and ducked his head. He looked dejected and Jack felt a pang of sympathy but he didn't show it. This wasn't his fault. He wasn't the bad guy for once. Ianto was.

The archivist's eyes found the small hatch in the floor of Jack's office, near his desk. He wondered just how often he'd opened it to join Jack in his bedroom underneath. He blamed himself for how things were between them now.

He nodded slowly, turned away and headed for the door. Jack decided that he should let him know – the others did. It was only a matter of time before they told Ianto.

"I didn't file a report with UNIT."

Ianto stopped and whirled around to him.


"I didn't report the incident with Lisa. And I never will."

Ianto seemed to be shocked, not relieved.


Jack shrugged.

"I don't approve of their disciplinary guidelines. She's gone and there are no other cybermen out there. The threat's nonexistent."

Ianto was still staring at him in bewilderment and Jack added, "I want to give you a chance. And I want you to take it. So, instead of worrying when UNIT will be by to take you away, you should focus on your work here, Ianto."

The young man nodded hastily.

"I will."

Jack saw tears gathering in his bright eyes and pressed his back against his chair so that he wouldn't get up and do something he would regret. He wouldn't give in. He wasn't the bad guy.

"Go, Ianto," he said.

"Thank you, sir," Ianto answered and fled the office, wiping his eyes.

Jack watched him leave and then buried his face in his hands. He let out a frustrated growl and yanked open the drawer in his desk, taking out the report. He shredded it and then sat back down in his chair.

"Ianto Jones," he muttered, "I really hope this is worth it."

Chapter 3


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 7th, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Oh, Ianto! And lol over Jack's limited medical skills :)
Oct. 7th, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
I can imagine though that with his past in the war and so on, he'd know how to do an amputation and how to stitch. You need those two.

Glad to see you're reading it. :)
Oct. 18th, 2010 09:08 am (UTC)
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