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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 2



“Listen, I’m not interested,” the pretty brunette said.

She left Owen standing at the bar.

”Thank you,” he called after her. For a second he thought that she was looking back at him hesitantly but then she joined her three friends – all of them just as gorgeous as herself – and they started to talk. Over the noise of the club, Owen couldn't hear what they were saying. But the brunette looked at Owen and said something that made her friends laugh and stare at Owen, too. He turned away.

”Just great. The perfect end to a perfect day.” Tentatively, he fingered the wound on the back of his head. He’d gotten rid of the bandage after taking a shower at home. The wound was superficial, hidden by his short hair. The concussion Tosh had diagnosed was just a headache. Owen should know. He was the team's doctor after all.

He signalled the bartender and shoved his hand in his jeans pocket to look for the money. His fingers touched something cool and smooth and he closed his eyes in defeat when he remembered what it was.

”Great. Jack’s gonna kill me.”

To take alien technology with them when leaving the Hub had always been forbidden but it was a really big no-no ever since Suzie had gone crazy and killed herself. After the incident with Myfanwy, Owen had forgotten about the stone he’d found in the box with unlabelled alien technology.

He decided to put it back tomorrow without anyone noticing. It was for the best after all. They didn’t even know what it did.

He sighed in annoyance. His day was just getting better and better. The brunette had been the fifth girl tonight to reject him and he really needed a shag. He rubbed his forehead against the increasing headache. The bartender handed him his beer and Owen found the money in his other pocket.

”Let me buy that drink for you.” The voice was female but deep. Owen turned his head and raised his eyebrows in surprise when the brunette that had rejected him rather loudly just a minute ago was now standing next to him, handing the bartender money. She leaned one arm and her hip against the bar. She was wearing a black dress that accentuated her curves perfectly.

”Hello there.” Her blue eyes sparkled.

Owen laughed.

”What? Change of mind?”

”Yes.” She rolled her eyes. ”My friends over there … they thought I was being too hard on you. I mean … you are kinda cute.” She put a hand on his arm. ”And you look beat. Bad day?”

”The worst,” he answered. ”Was yelled at by my boss and I hit my head pretty hard when wrestling with … the watchdog.”

She nodded in understanding.

”Poor thing,” she said. Then she grinned. ”I'm Melissa and I know how to make you feel better.” Her eyebrows raised suggestively.

Owen smiled, his mood lightening up.

”I bet you do.”


Owen woke up warm and comfortable in his own bed. The first sunrays were caressing the room, falling through the large windows Owen's bed was standing against. Melissa was lying curled up around him, her long brown hair tickling his chin, naked chest and arms. Owen considered calling in sick and convincing her to do the same. They could just stay at home to spend the day in bed. It had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to indulge. Working for Torchwood was great but it took much from him, from his life. Immediately after Katie's death, he hadn't cared about that but he was slowly coming to realize now that, maybe, he was missing his second chance.

His stomach growled at him and Owen checked his watch. He wasn’t running late, yet, but he should get going if he wanted to have the time for a proper breakfast. Somehow he craved one of those. He sighed deeply, caressing the smooth skin of Melissa’s back. She smiled up at him, all sleepy blue eyes and tousled hair.

”I have to go to work in an hour,” Owen said.

Melissa’s full lips settled into a pout.

”A shame,” she said.

”Believe me, I know.” He kissed her passionately, then he growled in frustration and got up. ”Listen, coffee’s in the kitchen. Help yourself. There should be bread and stuff in the fridge. I’m gonna take a shower.” With that, he left her in his bed and went to get ready. He shaved and checked his wound.

When he returned to his bedroom to get properly dressed, he heard Melissa in the kitchen. He cursed when he realized that he would have to do the laundry again soon, and put on the same jeans he’d worn the evening before. He managed to find a clean sweater in his closet and went to join Melissa in the kitchen, rubbing his forehead against an increasing headache. When he entered the kitchen, he stopped abruptly.

Melissa smiled at him, a cup of coffee in her hand.

”I made breakfast.”

”I can see that.” His eyes took in the small table, completely set, the two plates with scrambled eggs, toast and bacon and the bread, cheese and honey – he didn’t even know that he had honey. The table seemed like an island in his spartan flat. He could get used to this. A smile touched his lips and he sighed happily. Melissa ushered him to a chair and sat him down, before taking her place opposite him.

”Wow!” he said. ”Thanks. I’m really hungry.”

Melissa poured herself a cup of coffee.

”I thought so. I could hear you stomach growl.” She smiled. ”I wanted to do you a favour.”

”Well, you did,” Owen smiled and dug in.


Most of the time, Owen loved his work. But there were moments when he really didn't.

"What? Again?" he asked.

Ianto nodded, holding out the forms on a clipboard, ever the dutiful servant.

"A full inventory is necessary every month, Owen. You should know that by now."

Owen snorted and leaned back in his chair.

"I haven't got time for this."

Tosh rolled her eyes.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to keep track of the things you need. That way, you don't have to do everything at the end of the month. I'm always writing down the things I use immediately so that I know what I need to have replaced."

Owen glared at her.

"Because you are a freak!"

She seemed hurt and turned back to her screens. Owen looked back at Ianto. His eyes caught Gwen sitting on the couch a few feet away, reading a magazine.

"Why doesn't she have to do hers?"

Ianto blinked slowly – whenever he looked like that at Owen, the doctor felt incredibly stupid.

"She doesn't need to since she's not researching and thus not ordering supplies."

"That's unfair."

Jack interrupted the argument from the door to his office.

"That's life. I have to do it too, Owen, so just take the forms and stop making a fuss over it every single month."

"Yeah, well, it's not as if there is much you have to request. Paper clips, maybe. You're always done after only five minutes." Owen took the clipboard from Ianto with more force than necessary. "Great. I'm off to count band-aids." With that, he sulked towards the med bay. Jack glanced at Tosh with an amused grin and she smiled back. Gwen looked after Owen and pulled a compassionate face.

Jack nodded at Ianto.

"Let him pout for a while, Ianto."

The archivist gave a small smile.

"Don't I always, sir?" He headed for the stairs to the archives.


Owen massaged his temples, accepted the mug of coffee Ianto was handing him and watched the young man taking the stairs up to the main Hub. He was passed by Gwen. She joined Owen who had pulled up a high chair to the autopsy table and was going through his stash of needles. Gwen leaned her elbows on the table and looked up to the entrance of the med bay before she said softly, "I could do that for you. That way you can get back to your project and autopsy the hell out of that space rat."

He frowned. They had found the animal during a Weevil hunt a week ago. It was bigger than a rat from Earth but it looked just like one, hence the name. The week had been busy and Owen hadn't found the time yet to do the autopsy. He really wanted to. Nevertheless ...

"Why would you do that?"

"To do you a favour. I mean, how long is this going to take?" She looked at the half finished inventory form and shrugged. "An hour at the most. Ianto just served you your coffee so he won't be coming in here for at least two hours. No one will know. I'll do the inventory and you do ... your thing."

"This will take longer than an hour."

"If you do it," Gwen smiled. "Remember, I was working for the police. Inventories, forms ... we love those. I'm faster than you."

Owen looked into her green eyes, but she didn't seem to make a joke at his expense and he really had a headache and didn't want to do his inventory. She nudged his shoulder conspiratorially.

"I won't tell Jack."

He smiled his thanks.

"You better not."


After Lisa, Owen had taken it upon himself to do a regular check-up on Ianto just to be sure that everything was alright. He knew that Ianto was bad at taking care of himself when he was stressed. Ianto had been sick shortly after starting to work for Torchwood Three. A cold that had developed into a pneumonia. Owen had assumed that Ianto had been still traumatised by the battle of Canary Wharf, thus neglecting his health. And maybe that had been the case, but now he was pretty sure that a lot of it had to do with hiding Lisa, too. The result was the same - when stressed, Ianto didn't take time to eat properly or to rest. Owen didn't want for that to happen again. He was a doctor after all.

"Okay," Owen said and wrapped a new bandage around Ianto's shoulder, "looks fine to me." He stepped back from the autopsy table and picked up Ianto's medical file.

"As I said, I'm good," Ianto answered and shrugged into his shirt when Owen signalled him that he was done with the bandage. He kept sitting on the metal table while buttoning up.

Owen looked at Ianto's file and shrugged.

"I'm not so sure. You are too skinny, your BP's elevated and I can see that you're exhausted. How's it going with the nausea?"

"Better," Ianto said and Owen rolled his eyes.

”Really,” Ianto promised. During his suspension, he'd begun to get nauseous, an additional strain on his body when he'd already been exhausted. He hadn't thrown up since he'd returned to work. That didn't mean that the bouts of nausea had vanished. They were still there and he could hardly eat. Another reason for him to avoid sitting down for lunch with the team.

Owen frowned.

"Right. Okay, that makes the fourth week I'm asking you this question and you didn't gain any weight since your suspension. Instead, you lost three pounds. And you're skinny enough to begin with."

"I'm just not very hungry. A little stressed."

"You know, I'll have to keep checking up on you twice a week until you gain some weight and I can see that you're getting better and I know that we're both pretty fed up with these meetings. I think you should talk to someone."

"I don't have PTSD."

"No, but stress can be just as bad."

"I'm fine."

"Whatever you say, tea boy. You can go now."

Ianto grabbed his jacket and tie off the table and hurried up the stairs towards the main Hub.

"And get some rest."

"I'm fine," Ianto answered and was gone.

"Yeah, right."

It had been a week since Ianto's suspension. A little over three weeks since Tosh had gone to check up on him during his forced vacation and found him in his bathroom throwing up. She'd called Owen when Ianto did it again the next day and the day after that. Owen could see why. Ianto had been in a stressful situation and his body was still reacting to it since he refused to talk about it with anyone, preferring to torture himself with the memories and what ifs. Add the workload that Ianto was expecting himself to handle and the way Owen and Gwen were still treating him like a stranger sometimes, which only caused Ianto to try and please them the more, and Owen could see why he was exhausted, stressed and emotionally drained. Ianto was working especially hard to gain back Jack's trust and the captain made sure that Ianto knew that his efforts were appreciated. He put his foot down when Owen's comments got too hurtful or Gwen's questions too curious. He obviously wanted to keep Ianto as his assistant. Owen could relate. Ianto was damn good at his job.

But other than that, Jack kept away from Ianto and their relationship was professional – no flirting, no touching and maybe that was worse for Ianto than losing Jack's trust to begin with. If they'd been shagging before the cyberwoman incident, then Owen could see why the captain was keeping his distance now. He was a proud guy and it must be hard on him that Ianto had managed to get under his skin.

Owen climbed the stairs to the main Hub and joined Tosh who was sitting on the old, lumpy couch, taking a break by eating cold pizza and reading an article she'd printed out. Gwen was sitting at her computer, obviously working but looking bored. Owen watched Ianto, now properly dressed again with his jacket and tie, heading for Jack's office and looked away when the captain and the archivist started to talk about something Ianto had jotted down on a piece of paper.

"Is everything okay with him?" Tosh asked.

Owen looked at her.

"He should get some rest."

"You are worried," Tosh remarked.

Owen brushed a hand through his dark hair.

"It's not as if I want to be, you know. As far as I'm concerned, he still betrayed us." He sighed. "But Jack wants to keep him so we'll have to live with him." He snatched some cheese off Tosh's pizza. "And to be honest, UNIT is a bit extreme."

She nodded.

"He did it out of love. He didn't want us to get hurt."

Owen made a non-commital noise, still thinking about strategies to force Ianto to get some rest. He frowned when his headache returned with a vengeance and closed his eyes against the Hub's lights which were too bright all of a sudden. Maybe he should tip off Jack. The young man always seemed to listen to the captain.

There was an alarmed "Ianto?" coming from Jack's office and then he called, "Owen!"

The doctor jumped up from his place on the couch and ran towards Jack's office. He heard Tosh and Gwen's steps behind him, but he didn't pay them any attention when he reached the office and found Ianto sitting on the floor, his back against Jack's desk, and the captain crouching next to him. Jack had pushed a chair aside to make room for Ianto and he was looking worried. When Owen entered, Jack's eyes found his.

"He just collapsed," Jack said.

Ianto opened his eyes.

"I'm fine."

Owen kneeled next to him.

"Really?" He shone his penlight into Ianto's eyes.

"Just got dizzy," Ianto answered.

"Yeah, right. You're white as a sheet. I told you to get some rest," Owen answered, taking Ianto's pulse and noticing the trembling hands and the light sheen of sweat on Ianto's face. "BP's elevated." He sighed. "Still dizzy?"

"No," Ianto answered.

"What were you doing?"

"Going over the inventory of the Hub with Jack."

"Everything seemed to be normal," the captain nodded.

"Everything was. I felt fine."

"When was the last time you ate?" Owen asked. Ianto thought about it. Owen sighed.

"Okay, that's taking too long." He got up and held out a hand. With Jack taking Ianto's other hand, they got him to his feet. The archivist straightened his jacket and tie. Tosh and Gwen were standing near the door and he gifted them with a reassuring smile. It didn't work on Owen.

"When was the last time that happened?" he wanted to know.

Ianto frowned in concentration.

"I'm not sure. I'm not really prone to those things. Even when I haven't been eating."

"Well, your body is already weakened," Owen said. "That sounds like a valid reason, doesn't it?"

Jack walked around his massive desk, back to his chair.

"Take a break."

Ianto turned to look at him.

"But, sir-"

"Take a break, Ianto," Jack repeated with determination. "Eat something."

Ianto sighed in defeat.


Owen was tired. And it wasn't even time to go home for several hours. He'd completed the autopsy, had handed in his inventory – neatly filled out by Gwen who'd even managed to fake his handwriting –, done the check-up on Ianto and watched the archivist choke down a sandwich. All before he'd helped Jack catch a Weevil.

Now, back in the Hub, the captain had gone to take a shower and Owen was sitting on the couch, waiting for coffee to magically appear on the table in front of him. But of course Ianto was in the archives and couldn't know that Owen was craving a cup of coffee. Though he wouldn't put it past him. The archivist seemed to have some kind of sixth sense in that regard sometimes.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. Maybe he should go home early, finally take care of that persistent headache. The smell of coffee caused him to open his eyes in surprise. Gwen was holding out a mug.

"For you."

Owen stared at her.

"For me?"

She nodded.

"How did you get the machine to work?"

The coffee machine was Ianto's baby. Owen had used it only once. He'd forgotten to clean up afterwards and Ianto had taken revenge by teaching him for half an hour how to do it. Owen refused to use it ever since.

"It's easy," she said. Owen frowned suspiciously and Gwen rolled her eyes. "Okay, I took it from the thermos in Jack's office."

"Have you gone bonkers? He'll kill you if he finds out."

Jack was possessive when it came to Ianto's coffee.

Gwen grinned.

"He won't."

Owen took the mug.


"Just doing you a favour," Gwen said and left for her desk.

Tosh looked at Owen with raised eyebrows and grinned.

"Are you two ...?"

He shook his head.

"No!" He averted his eyes. He had the indistinct feeling that Tosh could see him thinking about the kiss he and Gwen had shared while hiding from Lisa. Even though they'd never told anyone about it.

"She's just doing me a favour."

"Huh," Tosh said. Owen had to give it to her, it was puzzling. Gwen wasn't the kind of girl who just served you a coffee.

Owen saw Jack heading for his office and decided to hide in the med bay. He left Tosh at her desk, pondering Owen's all too rushed answer to her question. Were they shagging? Tosh couldn't imagine that. Gwen had a boyfriend after all. But she didn't know Gwen that well yet. Maybe … it had been meant as a joke. Now she wasn't so sure if she could still laugh about it.

Chapter 4