Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

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 11



“Morning!” Gwen called out when she saw Jack as soon as she entered the Hub.

”Boardroom in ten minutes,” was his answer and with that, he headed for the tourist office.

Gwen looked questioningly at Tosh and Owen.

”What did I do wrong?”

”He's been antsy ever since I got here,” Tosh answered. ”Can't be Ianto. He's upstairs and fine.”

Owen was staring at his screen as if he was trying to control the computer through sheer force of will. He looked pale and tired.

”Hey! You alright, Owen?” Gwen asked.

”Yeah,” Owen muttered, ”just great.”

Gwen looked at Tosh who rolled her eyes.

”Guys!” she sighed.

Gwen nodded.

”Can't live with them, can't live without them.”

”Well, at least you have one of them to live with you.”

They smiled and their discussion on the Plass the day before yesterday was in the past.

Jack returned from the tourist office.

”Hey!” he admonished. ”Boardroom! Phones on the table in front of you.”

Tosh and Gwen shared a look. Jack was rarely rude or a strict boss, something had to be up.

Just a few minutes later, Jack was standing at the head of the table in the boardroom, staring at his three field agents with a dark look. On the table were five cell phones. Even Ianto's was there even though the archivist himself was curiously absent.

”Ianto had problems remembering details about the intruder. After the attack yesterday, he told me that he was uncertain if he remembered everything correctly. I wanted to make sure. So I went into his mind to have a closer look at his memories from the attacks.”

”You did what?” Tosh asked, clearly shocked.

Gwen leaned forward.

”Did he have another psi shock?”

”No,” Jack answered, ”we did it the safe way.”

When no dirty joke from Owen was forthcoming, Gwen shot him a questioning look. The doctor had gone even paler and was staring at the table. She frowned, when Gwen returned her gaze to Jack, he had his arms crossed.

”Ianto lowered his barriers and let me in. I know how to enter minds and together, we were able to revisit his memories from the attacks, especially those moments when he held on to the intruder's mind to identify him. He let me in willingly. No psi shock. He's fine.”

The door opened and Ianto entered as if to prove his point, a tray with four cups in his hands.

”Unfortunately,” Jack continued and gifted Ianto with a small smile when the younger man served him his cup of coffee, “I didn't find anything new.”

Tosh frowned and sipped her coffee. Ianto left the boardroom.

Jack sighed.

”Fact is that we can't protect Ianto. He's in danger.”

Owen felt nauseous again and panicky. The room was getting too small for his liking and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

”Okay,” Gwen said. ”What are we gonna do to catch him?”

Jack sighed.

”You tell me.”

Gwen looked at Tosh, then back at Jack.

”You … you don't know.”

Jack shrugged. Owen got up from his chair so suddenly that it toppled over.

”I'm gonna be sick,” he gasped and ran from the boardroom. Gwen, Jack and Tosh looked after him in confusion. Ianto returned to the boardroom with a file and a laptop.

Jack shook his head.

”This has been going on for too long. The last time he reached out he managed to crack Ianto's barrier, it's only a matter of time until he gets in. There is only one thing we can do.” He took the laptop and file from Ianto. ”Thank you.”

”I locked up the office.”


”Jack?” Gwen asked uncertainly when she recognized the file to be Ianto's. ”What are you doing?”

”I need at least two witnesses,” the captain explained.

”What for?” Tosh asked.

Ianto clasped his hands behind his back and answered, ”Protocol 39.”

”Wha … what is 39?” Gwen asked.

Tosh looked at Jack as if he'd gone mad.

”Jack … you can't do that.”

”I can.”

”What?” Gwen asked.

Jack looked at her.

”I'm going to take Ianto's access rights. We're going to change all the codes. Ianto won't be allowed to look into any files except those I grant him access to. He won't have any of the new codes so that he can't enter the armoury, the cells or any other vital rooms in this building. And he won't be allowed to leave the Hub.”

Tosh looked at Gwen.

”That's a nice description for telling us that he's keeping Ianto as a prisoner.”

Gwen stared at the archivist who was standing in a corner of the boardroom, looking as if Jack had just announced that he wanted sugar in his coffee instead of milk – unruffled and calm. She took it upon herself to protest.

”You can't do that, Jack. You can't keep him here.”

”Gwen, let it go,” Jack said.

”No, I won't. You are taking him into custody? He didn't do anything wrong.”

”He's a danger to this base. Tosh, you have to activate the protocol.” He stepped away from the laptop and looked at her. Tosh hesitated for a moment and shared a look with Ianto. He smiled and nodded ever so slightly. Tosh sighed and got up.

Gwen grabbed her arm.



”He didn't do anything wrong. You can't make him a prisoner for something he didn't even do.”

”Gwen ...” It was Ianto who spoke this time. ”It's okay. I agreed to this.”

”It's not okay.” She addressed Jack. “How long will he have to stay here?”

”Until the problem's been solved.”

”You just said that it can't be solved. That we can't find him. What does that mean for Ianto?”

”He'll be here as long as it takes.”

”Weeks? Months?”

”As long as it takes, Gwen.” He said her name with a dangerous edge to his voice.

Gwen stared at him incredulously.

”This is not right. Don't, Jack.”

Tosh pried Gwen's fingers from her arm and went to the laptop. She typed in a few commands.

”Changing the codes and sending them to our phones.”

Jack looked at Gwen when four cell phones on the table announced a text message. Ianto's remained mute. Jack kept staring at Gwen.

”You'll have to let me watch you delete the message as soon as you've memorized the new codes. That has to happen before you leave this base today.”

She looked at him pleadingly.

”Jack, don't do that.”

”Someone is able to gain access to Ianto's mind. To the codes. We can't do anything about the information of the base's layout but we can damn well make sure that the intruders won't get the base served on a silver platter!” He addressed Tosh. ”You'll have to make sure that all the defences are updated as soon as we're done here.”

She nodded and stepped away from the laptop. Jack opened Ianto's file.

”Sign this,” he said to Gwen, sliding a form to her. ”I need the signature of at least two active Torchwood agents to make Protocol 39 official.”

Gwen looked at Ianto who smiled at her reassuringly. She shook her head.

”I can't do that.”

”I would ask Owen, but he's still puking his guts out. So please, Gwen. Now.”

She looked at Tosh and Ianto, then back at Jack. Tosh took he form and signed it first, before holding the pen out to Gwen. She sighed and signed it, too. Then she angrily grabbed her phone and left the boardroom. Jack sighed deeply, looking after her with a frown. Tosh closed the laptop and picked it and her phone up.

”I'm going to check the security system now.”

”Thanks, Tosh,” Jack answered. She nodded at him and smiled at Ianto before she left the room. Jack pocketed his own phone and Owen's then he watched Ianto add Protocol 39 to his file and close it, making sure that no piece of paper was sticking out.

Jack slid an arm around Ianto's shoulders and kissed his forehead.

”This isn't forever.”

”I know that.”

”Good,” Jack answered. Ianto handed him his own phone. Jack took it. ”You'll get it back as soon as this is over.” He looked uncomfortable for a moment.”I turned off the phone in the archives. Don't use any of the other phones without permission, okay? You can use your earpiece, but be aware that all outgoing calls and radio frequencies are monitored.”

”Yes, sir. What should I do now?” Ianto answered.

”Clean up the boardroom and …” Jack sighed deeply. ”Looks like I'll have to do my own paperwork for a while.”

”Yes, sir,” Ianto answered.

”Use the time to organize the archives. That should be okay.”

Ianto nodded. Jack sighed.

”I'm gonna find Owen and see what's keeping him.”


Owen looked at his pale face in the mirror of the bathroom and fought a new wave of nausea down. He felt rotten. The stone was clasped in his right hand and he was fighting the urge to shove it back into his jeans pocket. He had to tell Jack about it. Now.

He couldn't. It felt too good when he used the stone. Besides, the stone gave him the unique opportunity to have a look into Ianto's twisted little head. With some luck, he'd discover what the archivist was planning next, now that his cybergirlfriend was dead. Once a traitor, always a traitor, right? He was a liability, Jack should have given him Retcon.

Owen shuddered. There was something in him, another Owen. He wanted to keep the stone and use it. Preferably on Ianto because it felt so damn good to try and break down his defences, it was like a high, a rush …

But the other Owen, the doctor and team mate, he couldn't do this any more. Sneaking behind his team's backs and using them, manipulating them.

It didn't matter. When were they ever giving him the time of a day? They saw him as a cynical bastard without a heart, so why should he care?

Because they did. He knew deep down that they did care about him. Maybe even Ianto. His hand tightened its hold around the stone and Owen fought his own body to move for the door and just tell someone. Tell them. Because there was something wrong. Horribly wrong. This wasn't him.

Or was it?


Startled, he whirled around to face Jack.

”What's wrong?” the captain asked.

Owen tried to raise his hand and show him the stone, only to realize that he wasn't. The stone was shoved into his jeans pocket casually.

”Nothing, Jack,” he lied. ”Had a bit too much to drink last night.”

Jack frowned.

”Well, don't make this a habit. We need you in the field.” Jack handed him his cell. ”Protocol 39 is active. Ianto's compromised.” He turned away to leave.

Owen stopped him with a hand on his arm.

”You were really in Ianto's mind last night?”

Jack turned around and frowned.

”Yeah,” he said.

”How did it feel?” Owen wanted to know. He needed to know.

Jack crossed his arms.

”That's not something I'm going to talk about, Owen, and I don't want you to make any jokes to Ianto about it, understood? It is the most intimate you can be with another person and I don't want you to make him uncomfortable.” He turned away and left.

Owen snarled.

”Sure, you care about him,” he muttered. ”No one cares about me.” He looked back into the mirror. He repeated it, sad and slowly. ”No one cares about me. Or they would have noticed.” He was just a bastard to them, heartless … an emotional cripple. ”I bet it felt good.” He smiled and sighed. ”I bet it felt great.”

And with that, Owen the doctor and team mate got lost in the memory of a high better than he'd ever had, and in the wish to experience it again.

Chapter 13