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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 5



Owen knew that Jack was pissed off when he entered the Hub the next morning and found the captain with his arms crossed in his office, staring darkly through the windows to his working team. Tosh and Gwen were at their desks, typing and sipping coffee. Ianto was nowhere to be seen.

Owen dropped his tired body into his chair.

”What's going on with Gloomy?” he asked Tosh.

She threw him glance.


”Owen!” Jack bellowed and the doctor flinched.

”... is angry at you,” Tosh finished.

Owen swallowed and nodded.

”Thanks, genius.”

He entered Jack's office and closed the door, feeling like he'd been called to the principal's office. By now, Jack was sitting in his chair, his hands folded on the table. It was his boss pose. It always seemed a bit ridiculous because Jack was as far from a conventional boss as he could be.

”Morning, sunshine,” Owen said.

Jack held up a folder.

”What's this?”

Owen swallowed. He didn't have to look at the forms to know that he was in trouble.

”My inventory.”

”Gwen did this for you. Why?”

Owen rolled his eyes.

”I was busy.”

”We all are,” Jack snapped, then he sighed and shook his head. ”Alright. Sorry.” He cleared his throat. ”Listen, Owen, I just … I just want to make this work, okay? First Suzie goes crazy and then there were several security breaches with you lot taking alien devices home ...”

Owen winced.

”... and then Lisa happened and I think … we need to change a few things. I need to change a few things. Part of that is to work as a team which means no exploiting your colleagues, Owen.”

”She offered,” Owen answered. Jack looked doubtful.

Owen promised, ”She did. How did you find out?”

”Gwen and Tosh were talking about it. They didn't see me coming.”

Owen nodded.

”It won't happen again,” he said.

Jack smiled.

”Glad to hear it. Feel free to scamper off.”

Owen made for the door, but he stopped before reaching it.

”Did Ianto get some rest?”

Jack nodded.

”He slept soundly for about eight and a half hours. I made him eat a healthy breakfast.”

”Cold pizza?”

Jack nodded.

”What else?”


It was a buzz in the back of his mind, something he hadn't been able to quite shake since mid-morning, and it irritated him.

Owen tried to focus on the files on his screen, looking for any suspicious deaths around Cardiff like he did every day, but there were none. Tosh squealed when Jack lifted her off her feet and put her down after turning in a half circle. Then he attacked Gwen, taking the ball from her after tickling her. He made for the basketball net attached above the cog wheel door. Ianto stopped at Owen's desk and collected three empty mugs, before reaching for a plate with an old sandwich on it.

”I was going to eat that,” Owen pointed out.

Ianto raised his eyebrows.

”You've been saying that for three days now. It's going to grow feet.” He reached for the plate.

Owen slapped his hand.

”Don't touch that!” He took the sandwich and bit into it. It tasted like shit but he refused to back down, glaring at Ianto. The archivist muttered something in Welsh and moved way. Gwen laughed loudly and Owen frowned, feeling a headache build and the buzz intensify. They were being too loud. He couldn't concentrate. A man had died from a heart attack. He'd been just a few years older than Owen, that was kinda unsettling. He opened the next file. Tosh yelled at Gwen to toss her the ball. Cold sweat was gathering on Owen's forehead. He rubbed it away. Whatever Jack was doing to take the ball away from Gwen, it made her squeal. Myfanwy cried out, seemingly enjoying the fun the humans had. Ianto grabbed the plate with the sandwich faster than Owen could stop him.

”Gwen!” Tosh yelled and it was the last straw. Owen got up from his chair with enough force to knock it over, causing Ianto to jump out of his way with a startled yelp. A mug slipped off his tray and shattered on the concrete floor.

Owen didn't care.

”Oi! Do you lot mind? I'm working here!”

The sudden silence was all-encompassing. A frown appeared on Jack's forehead and the arm he'd wrapped around Tosh's waist to hold her back squeezed gently, reassuringly, before letting her go. Ianto crouched down to gather up the broken mug. Owen rubbed his forehead, feeling a little dizzy and wobbly.

”Sorry,” Gwen said. ”But it's late. Our shift was over half an hour ago.”

Owen wanted them to just go away and leave him alone. He didn't know why but he'd been a bundle of nerves ever since lunch. God, he had a headache the size of Wales!

Tosh put away the ball.

”Maybe we should go for a drink.”

Gwen nodded.

”Sounds great.”

Owen nodded gratefully, feeling already better.

”Yes, thank you.”

”You not coming with us, Owen?” Gwen asked. The doctor shook his head. He turned away to pick up his chair, finding it already back where it belonged. The broken mug was gone, as was Ianto. Owen sighed and sat down, calling up a new file to continue working.

Jack retrieved his coat from his office, finding his archivist already there. Ianto helped Jack into the coat and smoothed it down over the captain's shoulders. Jack turned around to face him.

”Fancy a drink?”

”No, sir.”

”C'mon, Ianto,” Jack said. ”We talked about this. No risking your health by over-doing it. Get a few drinks with us. Spend some time with the team.”

Ianto sighed deeply and nodded.


Jack grinned.


When he passed by Owen with Ianto, he asked, ”You joining us later, Owen?”

The doctor shrugged.

”I don't know yet. Maybe.”

Jack accepted that and when Ianto, Gwen and Tosh had gathered their jackets, they left the Hub. Silence entered in their place and Owen breathed a sigh of relief, then he pulled the stone from his pocket.

”Let's get to work.”


It was cold and already dark outside. The light shed by the lamps positioned around the bay was reflected by the puddles that had gathered on the wooden catwalk.

Tosh watched Ianto lock up the door, her thoughts still on Owen.

”What’s with him?” she asked no one in particular and Jack shrugged.

Gwen huddled into her coat, trying to escape the cold.

”I guess it’s PMS.”

Jack laughed and started walking towards the Plass, his team mates in his wake. Tosh shivered and pressed closer to Ianto, grasping his arm and seeking warmth. He looked down at her and she smiled.

”It’s cold,” she explained. He smiled back faintly and put his arm around her shoulders to tuck her closer to his body. His coat smelled like the air freshener he’d set up in the tourist office. There was also the faint smell of his aftershave and coffee that always surrounded him. Tosh liked how he smelled, she found it oddly comforting. She wrapped an arm around his waist.

”I thought about writing a new search engine for the archives,” she said. ”I thought that you could help me out. No one knows the archives better than you.”

Gwen was laughing about something Jack had said and pushed him away playfully.

”Sure,” Ianto answered. He pulled Tosh closer, for just a second, and bent his head to speak softly to her. ”Thank you.”

Tosh knew that he wasn’t talking about the search engine.


“Radiation,” Owen stated into the silence. The Hub was quiet and Owen imagined that it was this way whenever Jack was alone at night. Just the sounds of water dripping down the water tower, Myfanwy softly cooing and Tosh’s computers beeping. No voices, no laughter and no steps. Just Jack and this old building that was a mash-up between past and future, just like Jack himself.

Owen wondered how Jack could stand it.

”But don’t you worry,” he continued, talking to himself. ”It’s not dangerous.” He’d experimented with the stone, scanned it, prodded it and now it was lying on his desk innocently, next to Owen’s keyboard. ”What are you?” Owen whispered. The data base didn’t help. No similar technology had been found by UNIT, Torchwood One, Two or Three. The data base of Torchwood Four had been lost along with the base … somewhere. Sometimes Owen wasn’t sure if Jack was pulling their legs by telling them that there had been a Torchwood Four. Who lost a building anyways?

The ringing of his cell phone startled Owen out of his thoughts. He looked at the Caller ID and rolled his eyes.

”Still working, Tosh.”

There was noise in the background, people talking, music playing and Jack laughing.

”Sorry, just wanted to ask you if you really don’t wanna join us. Gwen’s going to sing karaoke.”

Even though the thought of Gwen totally humiliating herself was tempting, Owen wanted to find out more about the stone.

”No.” He knew that he was sounding slightly irritated but he didn’t care at the moment.

”Okay, sorry.” Tosh sounded crushed.

Owen said, ”Hey, thanks for making the decision to go out for a drink.”

”Not a problem. I was just doing you a favour,” Tosh answered and hung up.

Owen dropped his cell on his desk and leaned back in his chair. It was about half a minute later that it hit him. He straightened up and grabbed the stone.

”I’ll be damned.”

But it was perfectly reasonable: Gwen doing his inventory, Melissa changing her mind and Tosh keeping the others off his back. Whenever he’d wanted something, the others gave it to him.

No, impossible! Why should an alien paperweight be able to do something like that? Except … everything was going just as he wanted ever since he'd found the stone. Even Myfanwy had stopped her attack all of a sudden and curled up in a corner of her nest. Owen had seen crazier things while working for Torchwood.

Tosh was always nice to him but Gwen wasn’t. Not nice enough to do his inventory. Melissa had rejected him before coming back to take him up on his offer. Not everyone seemed to be affected though. Jack was being his usual self or he wouldn't have ripped him a new one this morning but Jack was special. Ianto … Owen didn’t know if it was working with him. Maybe he should test it. Maybe he should test them all. Until now, the stone had picked up on his subconscious wishes. Maybe it would work even better when he put his mind to it.

Mind control.

”How cool!”

Time to test his boundaries.

Chapter 7


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 7th, 2010 12:53 pm (UTC)
I am loling over Owen's reaction to mind control. "How cool!" That is completely Owen :)
Oct. 7th, 2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
Oct. 18th, 2010 10:38 am (UTC)
be afraid owen be very afraid of what you wish for.
Dec. 11th, 2010 03:33 pm (UTC)
Yeah !!I won !
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