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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 8



The rain had stopped but the cutting wind was still there. It ruffled Owen's short hair and made him shiver even though he was wearing his leather jacket. He was leaning on the rail, staring across the bay. Jack didn't even wear his coat but he never seemed to be cold. Sometimes Owen wondered if the coat the captain loved so much was just for show.

Jack was looking at him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

”I think I get it,” he said.

Owen sighed.

”Bugger off, would you?”

”You're acting up. Like a child.”

Owen turned his head to look at Jack.


”That wasn't supposed to come out as insulting.”

”Well, it did,” Owen answered.

Jack tipped his head to the side.

”But it's true, you know. In some way, you're acting up because you don't get the attention you think you deserve. And you're right.” He turned his head to stare across the sea. ”Gwen is new, so I pay extra attention to her. She needs protection and guidance. You don't need either of those things. You protect yourself and you know your way around. And Tosh … she needs me even more than Gwen.”

Owen snorted.

”I think you're overestimating yourself.”

”I don't think so. Tosh is fragile. She doesn't have much confidence in herself or in her work, not the way you do, so I praise her a little more than I should. And then there's Ianto: me letting him stay, me not using Retcon on him, me sleeping with him.”

”Hey, I don't care what you do in your sorry excuse for a bedroom.” Owen didn't comment on the fact that Jack just officially admitted what he'd suspected from the beginning … what Suzie had suspected from the beginning. Ianto and Jack were sleeping together. Until now, he'd used it as a way to make jokes at Ianto's expense. Ianto and Jack had never denied or confirmed it. Somehow, Owen wasn't shocked now that the truth was out. Ianto with his pretty face, those blue eyes and the gentle rejections of Jack's flirting had appeared so unexpectedly in the Hub that on his first day, Suzie had asked Jack during lunch if they'd already shagged or were about to take the plunge. Ianto had blushed, Jack had smiled and ignored the question like he always did when he didn't want to talk about something – or admit to it.

”I know. But somehow, me sleeping with him is your excuse for hurting him.”

Owen picked at a splinter on the rail, not looking at Jack.

”I'm not jealous. I don't wanna shag you.”

”I know,” Jack answered. ”It's just that you're angry because I let him stay even though he messed up – royally – and betrayed us. You think that if you would have been the one hiding a cyberwoman in the basement, I would have given you Retcon, but because Ianto and I had a sexual relationship, I'm keeping him around.” He smiled. ”I don't know if I should be hurt by that. You know, it's not as if I'm not able to find other partners. I'm a damn good-looking guy, I'm charming ... and I like taking walks on the beach.”

Owen couldn't help but smile at that. Jack's hand in the nape of his neck was heavy and warm. He was standing so close now, their bodies almost touching and Owen looked up at him.

”But that's not the reason I'm keeping him around. Not at all.”

”Then what is the reason?”

Jack sighed.

”Somehow, I tend to hire lost souls. Tosh, you and Ianto … you're special and good guys. You just need a little help.”

”Oi, if you're the one providing that help, we're really lost,” Owen snickered, feeling a little better.

Jack shrugged.

”Owen, I think you're a great scientist, a great doctor, a great guy and I took you for granted. I'm sorry. I'll try to change that.”

”I didn't even know it was bothering me so much,” Owen said.

”Yeah,” Jack answered, ”that much was obvious. Take a few more minutes, come back to work and apologize. I don't like my kids fighting.”

Owen nodded and forced a “Sure” around the knot that had formed in his throat.

”And if Ianto didn't do it already despite me telling him not to, clean away the shattered mug.” With that, Jack turned away but he stopped and then turned back to Owen. ”Just so you know – I would do everything for each and every one of you.” He smiled and headed back towards the tourist office. Owen smiled. He felt calmer and a bit happier than before but there was still something nagging at the back of his mind. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. Somehow he knew that it wasn't over yet … whatever it was.


Owen sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes at Gwen who giggled.

Tosh put their drinks on the table and sat down.

”What?” she asked when her colleagues exchanged a look. The pub was crowded and loud, the chatter of the customers made it impossible to identify the song that was playing.

”The guy who just approached you,” Gwen said. ”What did he want?”

Tosh looked at the tall, handsome man with the green eyes and the brown leather jacket.

”He wanted to help me with the pints.”

Owen snorted. Gwen kicked him under the table.

”That's so cute, Tosh,” she said and laughed. Owen was glad that he'd accepted the girls' peace offering to go into the pub with him. He was relaxed and the beer smothered the annoying buzz he'd felt since he'd woken up that morning.

”Yeah, from what I saw, he wants to get you acquainted with his bedroom.”

Tosh blushed.

”Guys,” she said and sipped her beer.

Owen rolled his eyes again.

”What's the matter, Tosh? Go to him, say hello, get laid. I know you need it.” That earned him another vicious kick, this time from Tosh.

”He's right,” Gwen said. ”Go and talk to him. He's a catch.”

Tosh shook her head.

”No, guys. Really.”

”Oh, c'mon!” Gwen said. Owen wished that Tosh would lose her shyness. She deserved a boyfriend, she really did.

”Tosh, don't be so uptight. Go over there and talk to him,” he said. She glanced at the guy who was looking at her with a smile from his place at the bar and blushed. Owen could see that she wouldn't do it.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out to her with his mind.

Go over there.

She winced slightly, then she got up and headed for the bar.

Gwen laughed.

”That's more like it,” she said to Owen and he grinned at her, before hiding a worried frown by taking a sip of his beer. It had almost been as if he'd forced himself to manipulate Tosh and that bothered him a bit.

But the sudden warmth and happiness over his accomplishment flooding him smothered his worry after a minute. He felt better than he'd felt the whole day.

Tosh gave a shy smile to the guy and returned to the table. She grabbed her jacket.

”Delwyn invited me to a little restaurant just around the corner.”

”Woohoo!” Gwen said. ”You see? That wasn't so hard. Hold on to him, he's cute.”

Tosh smiled shyly.

”Is that okay with you guys?”

”Dear God, go get laid,” Owen answered and Tosh hurried back to the guy. They watched the two leaving the pub.

”So, what about us?” Owen asked.

”Us?” Gwen echoed.

”What are we going to do?” Owen clarified.

”Me, I'm going to go home to my very own cute catch.”

Owen pretended to gag on the words and Gwen slapped the back of his head.

”Hey, careful!” he complained. She waved at him and left. He sighed deeply and contemplated picking up a girl himself, but he felt tired. So he finished his beer and left. The cold night air made him shiver and he zipped his jacket closed before shoving his hands in his jeans pocket. His fingers encountered the smooth surface of the stone and Owen pulled it out. He kept walking, looking down at the stone. He should put it back and never use it again, but he'd done something good with it today. He'd convinced Tosh to chat up a nice-looking guy and if that wasn't an accomplishment, he'd never seen one.

He sighed deeply and smiled at the memory of the warmth flooding his whole body after he'd ordered Tosh to talk to Delwyn. It had felt good. Too good to give up. He'd felt as if he'd finally given in to a craving he'd had all day. He would stay away from Ianto and Jack, but he could keep the stone and use it to do good things. Right. He could do that. There was no reason to give the stone away. No reason to tell Jack about it, either.

Owen rejected the doctor in him who whispered, 'Think about it. It makes you feel good when you use it. You feel miserable when you haven't used it in a while. Some kind of addiction, mate. Like those junkies you treated in the past.'

That was ridiculous of course. He wasn't addicted. He could stop any time he wanted.

He just didn't want to.

Chapter 10


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Oct. 18th, 2010 11:28 am (UTC)
love this jack.
Feb. 26th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
I just discovered this, and have to tell you I'm really enjoying it. Unfortunately, it's now after 4am, and I can't keep my eyes open any more. Oh well, something to look forward to tomorrow.
Feb. 26th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
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