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missthingsplace) wrote2009-03-12 01:46 pm
Unforeseen Complications 5/?
Title: Unforeseen Complications - Sequel to 'Deeper Shade Of Blue' and 'Together Again'
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, Andy, My OC's: Caden, Eloise, Claire, Chloe, Damien, Ianto's family.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: After the hell of their daughter being kidnapped and their wonderful family holiday they return to Cardiff and Torchwood to tell their team mates of Jack's pregnancy, after a few weeks of relative normality they find themselves on the hunt for something that's slipped through the rift unseen ... with an added complication!
Spoilers: Probably not, but you never know ...
Warnings: Angst, slash, language, fluff ... the usual!
Rating: PG - NC17 For series.
Previous series/chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/1
A/N Beware of ickiness ...
Chloe sighed as she picked up the breathing mask, it would hinder her a little but there was no way she would be able to do the autopsy without it, if the smell didn't make her pass out it would surely make her vomit.
The first thing she did was cut through the cocoon widening the split so she could get to the body within, peeling back the sides to gain easier access causing a thick black goo like substance to ooze from under the body.
“Yuck.” Chloe muttered to herself as she picked up the digital camera and began taking photographs before continuing to the next stage.
The sharp scalpel cut through the decomposing flesh easily extending the long gash in the body around the neck and across the hips, Chloe eased the flesh wider apart and her hand flew to her mouth as she gagged at the sight in front of her.
All the organs were missing as she expected, the body was just an shell containing the skeleton, even the organs donating the body as male or female were missing and it was swimming in more of the black goo.
Splitting the cocoon even further she gingerly dipped her hands into the goo and felt around the groin area and finally found evidence of the sex of the body as her fingers probed blindly, confirming the body was female.
Chloe quickly removed her hands, threw the gloves that were sticky with the black goo into the waste bin and donned another pair before continuing. After taking some more photographs she moved to examine the head.
The face was intact except for the lack of eyes, the top of the skull was missing completely as was the brain, she could see the top if the spinal column clearly. Whatever had done this took everything it possibly could except for the skin and bones.
Once she exhausted the physical examination with didn't take long due to the lack of body parts, noting only the sex of the body and that it looked like the body had been sliced open with something sharp and serrated but she was sure it wasn't a knife or sword or any kind of man made blade in her notes she turned to more practical tests.
Chloe took samples of the black goo and from various parts of the body, sealing them in test tubes and labelling them intending to perform every test she could think of in the morning. The tests would need close monitoring and some would take hours and she knew that she would work better when she had got some rest.
Samples all collected she sealed the body bag and placed it in cold storage for the night, after cleaning the few medical instruments she had used and making sure they were in the steriliser for their next outing she headed out the medical bay and into the main hub.
She check the rift monitor out of habit as she slipped on her coat, noting that all was quite she turned off anything that wasn't important and left the hub for the evening. Getting into her car she pulled her mobile from her bag as sent Jack a text message just outlining her findings before driving home.
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Gwen hit the button on her answer phone, it was telling her she had three messages. By the time she had played them all she was slumped on the floor with tears rolling down her face, in all her excitement about the baby it was something she had never given any thought to and now she was going to have to face reality.
She fumbled in her pocket and dialled Rhys' mobile number, praying for him to answer it.
“Gwennie, what's wrong?” He asked, hearing her crying into the phone.
“Come home Rhys, please, now.” She begged between sobs.
“Talk to be babe, what is it.”
“Can't, I ... just come home okay?”
“Coming now.” Rhys told her, cutting the call and running out his office yelling to his secretary something had cropped up.
“Come on, come on move.” He seethed at the traffic ahead of him at the traffic lights. “Shit.”
His eyes fixed on the lights, begging them to turn green. “Come on you bastard.” He shouted at them.
“Yes!” He exclaimed when they finally changed colour a minute or so later, slamming the car into gear as he cursed the cars in front for not moving fast enough.
Rhys sped through the streets as fast as possible, not caring about speed limits and hitting his horn impatiently each time someone got in his was until he screeched to a halt outside their house. Without even stopping to lock the car he let himself in through the front door and his heart broke at the sight of his wife in a crumpled heap on the hall floor sobbing her her heart out.
Pushing the front door closed with enough force for it to slam he rushed to his wife's side, sitting on the floor beside her and gathering her into his arms just holding her as she sobbed into his chest. Rhys kissed her softly on top of the head before brushing over her hair soothingly with his hand until she began to calm down a little.
“What is it, tell me?” Rhys asked scared. “Did we lose the baby?”
“No.” She replied simply.
“Talk to me.” He encouraged her gently. “I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong.”
“Listen to the answer phone messages, I don't want to hear them again, I'm going to go and wash my face.” She told him, rubbing at her red rimmed eyes and she walked up the stairs.
Rhys waited until she was out of earshot before pressing the play button on the answer machine, all three messages were the same but each sounded more and more urgent. “Shit.” Rhys muttered to himself as he went upstairs to find his wife.
Gwen was sat on the bed in their room, staring at the little teddy Rhys had given her when she first discovered she was pregnant but no longer crying. He climbed on the bed beside her and pulled her close.
“Talk to Chloe in the morning, before you call the doctor's okay?”
Gwen nodded. “Yeah.” She replied before taking comfort in Rhys' arms.
TBC
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And what's going on with phone messages to Gwen!!!?!?
Can't wait for the next part!
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All will become clear soon-ish ....
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Not a Gwen fan, but ooo!! What's happened???
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and why do I fear the hub's in danger?
great update
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Nicole
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must of been really tired this morning.
very good.
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*goes to read more*
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Well, you can surely write them in unexpected twists and turns. My sincere compliments!
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