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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 7
Masterlist

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8.


Jack watched Ianto wrapping his hands around the cup of hot tea and winced in sympathy when a loud shriek from Myfanwy flying her rounds in the empty Hub made him flinch.

”Aspirin?” he asked.

”Won't help.”

”I know,” Jack answered, hugging the clipboard in his hands to his chest. ”Just wanted to feel useful.”

Ianto gave him a tight smile.

”You are.”

He pulled his legs up on the couch to his chest. The sweatpants and oversized t-shirt he kept in the Hub along with a spare suit for emergencies made him look small. He was shivering again. It had gone away after the hot shower but by the time Jack and he had eaten a late dinner the shivers were back.

”Still cold?” Jack asked.

Ianto nodded.

”It's been a while since I had a PS. Never had a full-blown one.”

Jack nodded his understanding. He'd never had a psi shock but he'd witnessed two before. The most important thing was quick help, warmth and patience. The victims sometimes couldn't walk for a few days or lost their ability to speak for a few hours. The brain was vulnerable and every psi shock had different outcomes. Ianto's speech was slightly slurred and his reactions were slow, his hands shaking. The grip around the cup eased the trembling but Jack could still see it.

”It's okay,” he said, not really knowing why. ”You can sleep here in a few minutes, but we have to get this over with while the memory's still fresh.”

He held up the clipboard as if to prove his words.

Ianto sipped his tea.

”No problem.”

”I think you know the drill,” Jack said.

Ianto nodded.

”I managed to hold on to his mind for a few seconds. I got a glimpse. It was a man,” he said softly. “Young.”

He closed his eyes to concentrate.

Jack jotted it down.

”Alright. What else?”

Ianto sipped his tea.

”He didn't shield himself. He had no barriers at all which is odd because … well ...”

He shrugged and Jack nodded. He knew what Ianto wanted to say. First lesson was always to shield one's own mind. Controlling others was something for more advanced classes.

Ianto sighed.

”I could feel his emotions. There was … fear, pain ...” He frowned and looked at Jack. ”Confusion?”

”Confusion?” Jack echoed. ”Are you sure?”

Ianto nodded.

”Confusion. It was actually the dominant emotion.”

Ianto was thinking and Jack watched Myfanwy fly, letting him have the time.

Finally, Ianto shook his head.

”That's all I've got. It happened so fast and it's been a while since I had training.”

Jack nodded.

”That's okay. Bedtime for archivists.”

Ianto smiled tiredly and put the cup away, before stretching out on the threadbare couch.

”Take my bed, Ianto,” Jack suggested.

Ianto shook his head.

”I really couldn't. This is okay.”

Jack sighed and left to get a blanket. He spread it over Ianto.

”Thank you,” the younger man whispered.

Jack's hand found its way into Ianto's hair and the archivist opened tired eyes to look at him curiously.

Jack let his hand linger in the dark strands.

”You scared me today.”

Ianto didn't answer. He couldn't apologize because it hadn't been his fault and it was stupid to apologize for something he couldn't have changed.

He settled on working one hand out of his nest and sliding his fingers into Jack's.

”I was scared myself.”

Jack brought their joined hands to Ianto's face and brushed his stubbled cheek with his knuckles. He crouched down beside the couch.

”Don't do it again, Ianto,” he whispered.

It was as if the Hub didn't exist around them. The bright lights, Myfanwy, Tosh's computers softly beeping … nothing was there. Just them.

Ianto swallowed and pulled Jack closer.

”I'll do my best.”

Jack kissed his forehead and Ianto closed his eyes when Jack nuzzled his cheek and then kissed his lips tenderly. Ianto shivered again, this time for a whole different reason, and untucked the blanket from around his body. He held it up, inviting Jack in. Jack's hand accepted the invitation, settling on Ianto's slim hip and pulling him closer. But then he froze and Ianto could see the shutters fall behind Jack's eyes.

The captain sighed, short and irritated, before taking his hand back and tucking the blanket around Ianto's body once more. Another kiss to Ianto's forehead, brisk and sloppy, and then he straightened.

”I'll turn off the lights, okay?”

Ianto nodded slowly.

”Okay, sir.”

Jack was half-way to his office, before Ianto asked, ”May I say it?”

Jack shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around.

”Not yet, Ianto.”

The archivist nodded in disappointment. Jack gave him a small smile, almost apologizing, and left.

When most of the lights flickered out a moment later, Ianto sighed.

”I'm sorry.”

He didn't see Jack dropping into his chair with a tired sigh, rubbing his face and brushing an angry hand through his hair.

***

Gwen Cooper loved her work at Torchwood. It was challenging and new and dangerous but it was also fascinating and fantastic and it was a shame that Rhys would never know.

Rhys stopped the car to let a group of children cross the street.

”So, I tried to explain the whole thing to him but he just goes, like 'Man, that's complicated.' And I say, 'It's not, you see?'” He accelerated. ”'It's easy. Leia and Luke are siblings. And the new movies, well, they happened before the old ones.' And he look at me as if I'm stupid or something.”

He laughed and Gwen smiled. She hadn't really listened. Ever since she'd come home the day before, she'd been pre-occupied by thoughts about mind control, cybermen and Tosh's words the evening before. To think that, a month ago, her biggest concern had been a pub brawl … it was mad.

She sighed.

”Stop here.”

He parked the car and looked out towards the Roald Dahl Plass.

”There's nothing here.”

”Oh, I'll walk the last bit of the way,” Gwen answered.

She leaned over to brush a kiss on his lips. Before he could ask more questions, she got out and slammed the door shut. She waved at him and hurried towards the Plass and the tourist office beyond. Rain was starting to fall and she picked up her pace. When she ran towards the door, she kept her head down. That's why she didn't see Owen step away from where he'd been watching the raging sea and ran into him.

They both cursed and Owen spat, ”Damn it, Gwen, look where you're going!”

”Sorry,” she said.

”Yeah, right,” he answered and entered the office.

Gwen followed him inside.

Ianto came from the backroom. Gwen wondered when he came in to start work. Or when he went home; he was just always there.

He gave a friendly smile.

”Good morning.”

”You wish, tea boy,” Owen answered and leaned over the counter to open the door to the Hub.

Gwen didn't follow him, instead lingering at the counter.

”He's a bear this morning. Don't let him get you down, Ianto,” she said.

”I won't,” Ianto answered.

He straightened out some pamphlets and catalogues. The door to the Hub closed with a grinding noise.

”Do you feel better?” Gwen asked in concern.

”Much, thank you.” He smiled. It seemed a bit false like all his smiles since Lisa died. ”I'll go downstairs with you. I think Owen will already be yelling for his coffee.”

He opened the door to the Hub again and stepped around the counter.

Gwen surprised him with an embrace.

”Ianto, I'm so sorry.”

She could tell that she'd startled him and that he was a bit uncomfortable.

He was tense and he returned the embrace just barely.

”For what?”

”You know,” she said. She looked up into his eyes. ”For being so mean the last few weeks. Not dropping by during your suspension and … ignoring you.”

Again a false smile.

”Well, you had a reason to be angry.”

”You had a reason to stand by Lisa.” She sighed. ”When it comes down to it, you lost someone that night. And I'm incredibly sorry for that.” She laughed. ”I mean, I'm the one who let loose a sex-deprived alien.”

”I doubt that the two situations can be compared,” Ianto answered, but he was smiling and this time, it was a little less false.

”People died,” she said.

The silence was broken by the door to the Hub closing.

Ianto cleared his throat.

”I'm sorry, too.”

”You said that already,” she reminded him. ”More than once.”

”Still,” he answered.

The door flew open and Tosh entered with a gust of wind and a few raindrops.

”Stupid weather!” she said, slamming the door. ”Ianto,” she smiled warmly. ”Coffee?”

”I'll make you some right away.”

”You're an angel.”

”In disguise,” he answered.

Tosh laughed.

***

It was an annoying buzz just this side of painful. Owen had had many headaches in his life – hang-overs, migraines, headaches resulting from a cold or a fever. But this one was different. Not so much aching as annoying. Not so much causing a lack of concentration as persistently making him angry. At everyone.

”What's your damn problem?” Gwen asked when Owen snapped at her for asking a question about the UNIT search engine.

Tosh was in Jack's office talking or she would have asked her. Ianto was cleaning away the residues from lunch a few feet away.

”My damn problem is that I'm trying to work here, Gwen! Leave me alone!” He was staying away from the part of his mind that could essentially reach out and order Gwen to go. After the incident with Ianto, he didn't want to use the stone again. That didn't change that it was constantly on his mind. As was the memory of the warm feeling he'd had when he'd used the stone; he needed to feel it again. But part of him, the bigger part of his mind, told him that it was too dangerous.

Gwen was seething.

”It was a simple question, Owen.”

Ianto noticed Jack looking through the window of his office towards the two, an irritated frown on his face, and decided to put an end to the argument. He stepped in-between them.

”What is the problem, Gwen?” he asked. ”Maybe I can help.”

”Go and clean up, tea boy! Let the adults talk!” Owen snapped.

Ianto turned around to face him, incredulous.

”Excuse me?”

”No,” Owen answered. Anger and frustration was bubbling up inside of him and he balled his hands. ”I won't excuse you, Ianto,” he snapped. ”I'm tired of excusing you. If Jack wouldn't go for as easy a lay as you are, you wouldn't even be here.”

Ianto stared at him. Gwen shook her head.

”Asshole!”

Owen turned to her.

”What? The truth hurts, right?”

”What are you talking about?”

”Come on, Gwen. I've never seen someone who wanted to be shagged by Jack Harkness more than you do! It's pathetic! You make goo-goo eyes at Jack while telling everyone how much you love Rhys. And the sad thing is, he prefers Ianto.”

From behind Owen, Jack said, ”I think we've heard enough.”

The doctor turned around to him. Jack was standing in his office door with Tosh at his side staring at Owen as if he were a stranger.

”Back down, Owen,” Jack said and the doctor sneered.

This thing – this anger inside of him – had him now firmly in its grip and he wouldn't back down.

”That would make it easy for you, right?”

Jack crossed his arms and stuck his chin out.

”I'm being serious, Owen. Get out. Get a break, take some deep breaths, whatever makes you happy. As long as you come back here without this attitude.”

”Attitude,” Owen echoed snidely.

Tosh frowned in confusion.

”What's going on with you?”

Owen slammed his hand on his table, making her flinch.

”Nothing! Why does there have to be something wrong with me, huh?”

”Because you're not being yourself, Owen,” Jack answered and Owen watched him take a step to the side, as if he wanted to shield Tosh from his anger. ”Take a break.”

He stared at Owen and the doctor felt the anger turn into rage. He barely suppressed a scream, pressing his lips together. He wouldn't stand a chance against Jack. He could see how angry the captain already was. It was no use to provoke him further. The danger that he'd wake up with no memories of the last few years was too big.

He sneered.

“Whatever you say, captain,” he snapped.

He ripped his jacket from the back of his chair and Jack returned to his office. Tosh followed him hesitantly. Owen looked at Gwen and Ianto. They looked shocked and a bit disturbed. Pitying. He couldn't stand that look thrown his way. He never had.

He reached out a hand and looked into Ianto's eyes while sweeping his coffee cup to the floor. The noise of the mug breaking was followed by the noise of the cog door opening when Owen left.

”That asshole!” Gwen cursed.

Ianto just sighed and crouched down to clean up the broken mug. Suddenly, Jack hurried past him and Gwen towards the door.

”Don't you dare touch that, Ianto.”

”Sir-”

”Don't touch it, Ianto!” Jack left the Hub and caught Owen entering the tiny elevator leading up to the tourist office. He stepped inside with him and before Owen knew that he was there, Jack had him pinned to the wall with his hands fisted in Owen's jacket.

”I've had it with you today. What is your problem?”

Owen wanted to yell at him, to hit him, but suddenly, his arms felt heavy and his energy just left him and he was so tired.

”If I ever again see you treating one of the girls that way or abusing Ianto-”

”That was hardly abuse,” Owen muttered.

Jack slammed him against the wall.

”It was.”

The doors opened, but they didn't get out. Jack stared into Owen's eyes and Owen felt strangely exhausted and ashamed. What had he been thinking? Where had those words come from? He knew that he could be abrasive and curt but … that had been extreme, even for him.

Jack sneered.

”You have a problem with me, you come to me.”

Owen was really starting to get nervous. Jack was seldom that angry and almost never at his own team.

”I have no problem with you.”

”Then what is the matter with you?”

”I don't know!” Owen exploded. His shoulders slumped. ”I don't know.”

He wasn't even aware that he was lying. Subconsciously, he knew what was wrong with him. And it had nothing to do with the team and everything to do with the stone.

Chapter 9