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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 12



“We've got a Weevil in Victoria Park,” Jack said, leaving his office wearing his coat and checking for his Webley. ”Gwen, you're with me.”

She grabbed her jacket and followed him out to the SUV. Owen and Tosh watched them go. Owen opened the CCTV on his screen ad flicked through the cameras until he found the archives. Ianto was standing between two shelves and seemed to be sorting through some boxes. Owen's fingers were trembling while he looked at the footage and he closed his eyes to reach out mentally to Ianto.

”Owen!” Tosh interrupted him and he turned to look at her worried face. ”You alright? You seem to be a bit pale.”

”I'm fine,” he answered. The need tore at him.

”Are you sure?” Tosh asked.

”I just told you I'm fine!” he snapped, got up and left the main Hub without another word. The dimly lit corridors that led down to the archives seemed to stretch and mock him. The way was getting longer with every step he took.

He began to run.


Ianto cursed softly when the box slipped out of his hands and landed on the floor, spilling its contents.

”How did they even manage without a proper filing system?” he asked himself. He crouched down to gather up the mess.

”Ianto,” Jack said over the earpiece.

He answered, ”Yes?”

”I'm on my way with Gwen to fetch a Weevil. Owen and Tosh are upstairs.”


Jack disconnected and Ianto continued to go through the contents of the box.

A movement out of the corner of his eye made him flinch and he got up.

”Owen!” he gasped. ”You scared me. I didn't hear you come in.”

The doctor stared at him darkly. Ianto straightened his suit jacket.

”What? What is it?”

Owen held up a hand.

”Look what I found.” He was holding a milky white stone.

Ianto reached out a hand.

”Yes, the box fell down. It must have rolled away. Thanks.”

Owen didn't move.

”You think you're so clever,” he said.

Ianto frowned.

”Excuse me?”

”Shagging the boss.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

”We are not getting into that discussion again, right? Owen, I-”

”Shut up!” When the doctor moved towards him, Ianto took a step back. Owen stopped and grinned. ”Traitor. You are hiding something from us.”

”I … no,” Ianto answered. ”Owen, you're scaring me.”

”Let me take a look into your mind.”

”What?” Ianto took a step backwards.

”That way I can see if you're hiding something.”

”I'm not hiding anything. Jack was in my mind yesterday. He would have noticed if I hid anything, don't you think?”

Owen snorted.

”Yeah, right. Our trusted leader. As long as you whore yourself for him he won't do a thing. It's pathetic, really.”

The words stung and Ianto swallowed.

”It's not like that.”

”Really?” Owen asked. ”What is it like then, Ianto?”

Ianto heard light footfalls and then Tosh appeared behind Owen. She frowned.

”What's going on here?”

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief.

”Tosh, I think there's something wrong with Owen.”

”Tosh!” Owen snapped, without turning around. ”Go home, forget what you saw here, take a bath and watch Notting Hill. Go to sleep after that and come in tomorrow as always.”

Ianto was horrified when Tosh nodded and turned to leave.

”Tosh!” he called.

”Close the door on your way out!” Own called and the heavy door slammed shut. And Ianto realized that he really was in trouble. He reached up to activate the earpiece, but Owen grabbed his hand and yanked the device away. It dropped to the floor. Owen pinned Ianto to the wall.


”Let me in!”

Ianto screamed out when pain exploded in his head and he stared at Owen in horror when the doctor screamed out, too. He lost his balance and would have slipped to the floor if Owen hadn't been pinning him to the wall with all his strength and body. Tears clouded Ianto's vision and he felt his barriers crack under the onslaught. Owen's eyes were almost black in the dim light, his face a twisted mask. The doctor looked like he was in pain but he was able to grab Ianto's hands to hold them against the wall. Ianto tried to push Owen away with his mind, then with his body. If he lost now …

”Owen, no!” he yelled and gasped when the onslaught got stronger.

”Let me in!” Owen hissed. ”Let me see the truth, huh?”

Dark spots were dancing in front of Ianto's eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate, tried to push the invisible force away that was pushing against his mind. But he had been tired to begin with – the last few days putting a strain on him – and his head hurt and he was trembling. Owen was strong. Stronger than he should be for someone who had never set foot into Torchwood One and one of the psi training courses. He couldn't let him win.

”Please,” he whispered. Owen answered by shoving him against the wall with renewed force. The doctor could feel that he was close. Ianto's barriers were crumbling. So close.

He laughed even though his face was tear-stained and marred by pained lines. He'd never been so far into Ianto's mind before and the strain on his body, on his own mind, was almost overwhelming. Yes, 21st century bodies weren't made for this. But Owen didn't care. Ianto gasped.

”This feels good,” Owen muttered, realizing that he got stronger the more he chipped away at Ianto's barriers.

Ianto could feel his strength draining away. He stared at Owen in disbelief.


The doctor grimaced and took a deep breath, stealing himself. Then he slammed through Ianto's barriers. Owen screamed out in surprise when the force pushing against him vanished. He stared into Ianto's eyes, suddenly weak and empty and laughed. It faded away to a giggle when the high hit him.

”This is great. Great. Great.” On an impulse, he crushed his lips to Ianto's and laughed when he let go of Ianto's hands and the younger man scrabbled for his shoulders, returning the kiss just like Owen wanted him to.

After a minute, Owen pushed him back against the wall.

”Stop it, idiot!” He didn't know who he was talking to. ”What should I do with you?” he asked himself. His grip on Ianto's mind vanished and Ianto snapped back into full consciousness. One look at Owen and he remembered what had happened. In his attempt to get way from the other man, he smacked his head against the wall. He felt strange and something wasn't quite right and then he realized that his barriers were still down. He tried to raise them but he was exhausted, hurting all over and he had a splitting headache. He couldn't remember what to do any more. It felt as if someone had rearranged his mind and it scared him. Owen let him slide to the floor.

”Poor weak Ianto! The boss' lap dog! I can't believe that Jack trusted you. I can't believe that you are so lonely that you would be willing to let him shag you again! How pathetic!” he spat.

Ianto gasped and tried to reach his earpiece but Owen kicked him in the stomach and crushed the earpiece under his foot.

”Don't do that. I'm the winner, Ianto. I control you, you see?” Owen giggled. ”There's nothing you can do.” He turned away from Ianto and the archivist curled up on the floor, trying to breathe through the pain. Owen turned back to him, saw the pained look and the tears and laughed.

”Now, tell me, what should I do with a traitor like you?” He stilled suddenly and a pensive look crossed his face. Then he smiled. ”Oh yeah.” He giggled. ”I know just the thing.”


Gwen panted and helped Jack to drag the unconscious Weevil into the cell.

As soon as the door was closed and the Weevil safely enclosed behind it, Gwen groaned and stretched.

”Those things need to lose weight,” she said.

Jack nodded grimly.

”Let's find out why Tosh isn't answering when I call her.”

Gwen grimaced.

”I'm sure there's a good reason.”

They made their way up the stairs, Jack in an angry huff that made his coat flap behind him.

”Oh, and I'm pretty sure the parents of those teenagers would understand those reasons when their children would have just been mauled by a Weevil. They were lucky that we were able to catch up with it.”

Gwen could understand Jack's rage, but she knew Tosh and the young woman was one of the most reliable persons on Earth. There had to be a good reason for her not to answer. Jack and Gwen had lost sight of the Weevil for a minute there and usually, Tosh would have helped them to find it with her all-knowing computers, but she hadn't answered when Jack had called her over his comm. Before Jack had time to try for either Ianto or Owen, they'd found the Weevil and were just in time to save a group of teenagers. Jack was furious nonetheless, ranting the whole way back to the Hub.

The main Hub was empty. She and Jack stood there for a few seconds, taking in the view.

”Weird,” Gwen said.

”Yeah. Where the hell is everyone?”

Something in the med bay clattered and there was a muffled groan. Gwen wanted to run for the bay, but Jack held her back.

”Weapon,” he whispered and pulled out his old-fashioned Webley.

”Right,” Gwen answered, getting a bit nervous. She still wasn't entirely used to her gun. Jack took point and headed for the med bay cautiously. He stopped pressed against the wall next to the door and Gwen took the other side.

Jack nodded at her entered with his weapon ready to fire. He shoved it back into the belt when he realized what he was seeing.


Gwen paled. She didn't put her weapon away, but continued to hold it at the ready, this time pointed towards the main Hub. Maybe she was being overly cautious, but she didn't know what was going on yet.

Jack hurried down the stairs and knelt down beside Ianto, who was crouching against the tiled wall in tears, the waste basket in front of him.

”Jack!” he gasped and grabbed the captain's sleeve. ”Oh God, help me.” He gagged and heaved, but nothing came out. Ianto sobbed in frustration.

”What's wrong?” Jack asked.

”I tried to get it out, but it won't come out.”

Jack looked into the bin and saw that Ianto had already thrown up.

”Are you sick?” he asked urgently.

”No, I want to be,” Ianto answered and Jack was horrified when he shoved two fingers in his mouth and gagged again. But nothing came out.

”Gwen,” Jack said, ”call Owen.” He grabbed Ianto's shoulders. ”Stop it, Ianto.”

”No, I have to get it out.”

”What?” Jack asked. ”Ianto, whatever it is, we'll work it out.”

Ianto sobbed.

”Retcon. I took Retcon.”

Chapter 14