Parasitism 9/?
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missthingsplace Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Andy
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: A simple lapse of judgement leaves one of the team battling for their life.
Warnings: Slash, angst, horror
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
This is a sequel to 'Predation', the master List for this can be found here: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/3
“I can't believe that every test comes back negative,” Ianto growled frustratedly when the final test did just that, like all the ones it had followed since Jack had been bitten. “how the hell do you fight something unknown?”
“We'll solve it, we always do,” Jack told him, trying to reassure himself as much as the younger man and kissing him softly. “I'll clear all this away if you'll make us a coffee?”
“I could really use something stronger, but it'll do for now,” Ianto sighed, leaving Jack in the autopsy bay and making his way to the small kitchenette just as the cog door rolled open to reveal Gwen arriving.
“You're back early,” Ianto commented, looking at his watch to confirm that it was barely gone noon.
“I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd bring lunch,” she told him with a smile, holding up the carrier bag in her hand. “sandwiches and pasties.”
“Jack won't complain, he's always hungry,” Ianto chuckled. “coffee?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Gwen laughed. “How's Jack? Has the rash gotten any worse?”
“In the sense that it's not actually a rash, he appears to have a parasite of some sort living in his body,” Ianto told her. “and every test we've done has come back negative.”
“Blood and skin?” Gwen enquired.
“Yep, and what's really weird is when I took the skin sample, whatever it is residing in him ran!” Ianto told her.
“Ran?” Gwen frowned.
“More scattered really is probably the better way to put it, I touched Jack's skin with the scalpel where there was the highest concentration of them and they moved out the way,” Ianto replied, watching the look of horror cross his team mates face.
“You're telling me that Jack is infected with something that is aware?” Gwen gasped.
“Oh yeah, and so far has proved resistant to high doses of antibiotics and antihistamines,” Ianto told her. “now Jack's suggesting poisoning it, chopping on his arm and death, all of which, in my opinion are last resort tactics!”
“That's understandable,” Gwen nodded.
“And it's painful, he said it was like being stabbed constantly by little needles,” Ianto told her. “now it's worse, he describes them as being red hot, we have no idea where to go next.”
Gwen nodded. “I'm sure between the three of us we'll come up with something, I'll go and tell Jack I have lunch and we can meet in the conference room.”
“The coffee's nearly brewed, I won't be long,” Ianto replied, pulling the mugs down off their little hooks, placing them on the tray and preparing them.
Gwen made her way across the main hub and hearing noises coming from the autopsy bay looked down over the railings to see Jack wiping down the autopsy table.
She was about to call down to him when she watched him stop, grasp his arm with his other hand and wince in pain, even from where she was stood she could see him biting down on his bottom lip to stop from screaming out.
“Jack, I have lunch,” she called out light heartedly when he released the limb again and went back to his chore, not letting on that she had seen him in pain.
“On my way,” Jack told her, looking up with his patented grin.
“I'll be in the conference room,” she called back down and left him to finish.
Entering the conference room Gwen pulled out various paper bags from the carrier bag and set them on the table, she had got plenty of choice knowing nothing would actually go to waste.
Not long after she heard the sounds of two pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs, the Captain and Ianto arriving together, one carrying a very welcome tray of coffee's.
“What's for lunch then?” Jack asked, grabbing the nearest bag and fishing out a hand made sandwich from the bakers around the bay. “Oooh, chicken and bacon, one of my favourites.”
Before Ianto or Gwen had even chosen a sandwich Jack had demolished his in three or four big bites and was reaching for another bag again.
“Hungry?” Gwen asked with a grin.
“Positively starving, I didn't realise just how much though,” Jack grinned, taking another sandwich from the bag and wolfing it down at much the same speed as the first while the other two ate theirs more sedately.
“So, Ianto tells me it's not actually a rash you have?” Gwen said to Jack, using her sandwich to indicate his arm.
“No, it seems I have something taking up residency in my body,” Jack replied. “and it never even asked!”
“When Ianto told me it set me thinking, have you considered that it might not actually be a parasite in that sense of the word?” Gwen asked him.
“In what way?” Ianto said, reaching for his coffee and taking a long sip.
“Remember what happened to me when I was bitten by the Nostrovite?” Gwen replied, raising an eyebrow at her team mates.
“You became a host for it's baby, how could we ever forget!” Jack chuckled lightly before stuffing a pastry almost whole into his mouth.
“Well, maybe when Brad bit you it wasn't in self defence but to ...” Gwen began to suggest only to be cut off by Ianto.
“You mean you think he's carrying baby Brad's?” Ianto asked in horror.
“Think about it, they have some kinda limited awareness, enough to make them move when they thought they were in danger,” Gwen continued, watching Jack who was now starting on their share of lunch. “it can't just be a parasite and has anyone else noticed that Jack is eating for ... well, a few dozen at least?”
“But surely if I was carrying that aliens offspring something would have shown up in the tests?” Jack argued, completely ignoring the last bit of her statement and downing his whole mug of coffee in a few gulps.
“Why? Nothing did when you thought it was a parasite?” Gwen countered.
“Right, lets say you're right,” Ianto nodded thoughtfully. “how the hell do we get rid of them, it's not like we can use the singularity scalpel on them, they are too small?”
“No idea, but we need to do something before Jack's pain gets even worse,” Gwen suggested, seeing the Captain grimacing again, his head turned away so his lover couldn't see his face.
“Jack? Is there something you're not telling me?” Ianto asked, trying not to panic.
“No, not really ...” Jack began.
“Jack, don't lie to me!” Ianto snapped.
“Fine, the pain is increasing and it's not just in my arm any longer,” Jack admitted, pulling his shirts from his trousers and showing them the side of his body closest to his bad arm.
“Shit, they're going to take over your entire body!” Gwen gasped.
“And by the looks of it, they are growing,” Ianto frowned, moving quickly from his seat and to Jack's side. “I'd say they've roughly doubled in size.”
“The the sooner we work out how to extract the little alien buggers from you the better,” Gwen said, pulling her mobile from her pocket as it rang and answered.
“Andy? What's up?” She asked.
TBC
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Date: 2010-04-21 02:09 pm (UTC)Another great update keeping me sane from aX the pond. :D xxx
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Date: 2010-04-21 04:06 pm (UTC)Poor Jack.
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Date: 2010-04-21 04:08 pm (UTC)And a phone call from Andy...I'm sure he's not calling just to say hello....
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