missthingsplace | Parasitism 11/?

Title: Parasitism
Author:

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/324094.html

Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/3

When Gwen entered the hub via the cog door she was carrying to containment boxes, one of which was sending jolts up her arm while the alien creature within tried desperately to escape.

“Take them straight down to the autopsy bay,” Jack called down to her from his office and then finished the conversation he and Ianto had been having.

“So nothing at all to report from any of the hospitals?” Jack asked.

“Nope, after I called them I hacked into their systems just in case they we're giving me all the details,” Ianto replied. “just to double check, but no-one has been admitted in the last week with symptoms anything like yours.”

“That a relief at least, just me to sort out,” Jack sighed, rubbing his hand over his torso, just above his belt and then moving it upwards in an attempt to sooth away the pains in his body. “we should get down to the autopsy bay and take a look at Rocky, see if we can determine what killed him if it wasn't caused by him biting anyone.”

“What if it bit another animal?” Ianto asked, following Jack down the stairs to the main hub.

“Not much wildlife on the beach,” Jack shrugged. “but as a precaution perhaps we should give all the local vets a call too.”

“I'll get onto it later,” Ianto nodded. “of course, there is a possibility it has been in the sea and attacked something?”

“I think we should keep things simple for now,” Jack told him, letting Ianto take the stairs down to the autopsy bay first. “Gwen, how did you manage to catch Magenta without it getting you or Andy?”

“Andy had one of those dog catching devices in the back of his car, he managed to slip it around the creature and then dropped it into the containment box I had waiting,” Gwen told him.

“He's not a daft as he looks,” Jack chuckled.

“You know, he still goes on at me about working for Torchwood,” Gwen grinned.

“I bet he does, now lets see if we can sedate Magenta for while while we autopsy Rocky,” Jack suggested. “a little anaesthetic should do the trick.”

Ianto moved across the bay and pulled the heavy cylinder across the room, thankful for the small wheels attached to it's base and unwound the face mask and connecting pipe from it.

“It should take long for it to go under, no idea how long it will stay that way though,” Ianto said, pulling the face mask off the pipe and feeding the pipe into the air hole of the containment box.

“We can always top it up when the box starts moving again,” Gwen suggested, watching the way it slowly came to a standstill as Ianto turned on the cylinder and let it's contents do their work.

“That's true, okay kids,” Jack said, opening the lid of the other box. “lets see what killed Rocky here.”

Donning surgical gloves Jack reached inside and pulled the creature out, placing it in the centre of the autopsy table and all three of them looked at it.

“First impressions?” Jack asked.

“It looks bloated,” Gwen replied, Ianto nodding in agreement beside her. “it's bigger than the other two but I don't think it's because it's actually better fed.”

“I agree,” Jack told her. “now we know it infected, impregnated me with it's bite so it's young must be still in there somewhere if it's not bitten anyone yet.”

“There was nothing to indicate any sign of young in Brad,” Ianto replied. “but if it did die after impregnating you then there would be no need for it to produce more.”

Picking up the scalpel Jack rolled the creature upside down so that it's spidery legs splayed out and sliced it from head to tail, all of them covering the hands with their mouths at the stench that emitted from aliens insides.

“That's new,” Ianto said through his hand. “Brad didn't stink when he was autopsied.”

“It's like he's rotting from the inside,” Gwen shuddered. “do you think it's been dead a while?”

“No way of being sure but I'd hazard a guess that you're right,” Jack agreed. “I think we better make use of the face masks before we continue.”

“I concur!” Ianto told him, pulling out a nearby drawer and passing out the breathing masks and then quickly donning one himself.

“Much better,” Gwen said.

“Right, lets press on,” Jack told then, this time slicing a little deeper while they looked on.

“Oh that's disgusting!” Gwen exclaimed when Jack's cut through what appeared to be the aliens lung and a filthy liquid came spilling out onto the autopsy table and dripped off the edge onto the floor.

“Ianto, grab a sample for testing, Gwen can you grab the disposable cloths and clean up what's left please?” Jack ordered, moving sidewards so the liquid didn't come into contact with his boots.

Ianto grabbed a syringe and used it without a needle to suck up a good dose of the liquid, squirted it into a small sterile bottle and then secured the cap tightly before setting it to one side.

Gwen pulled out a wad of the wipes which contained all manner of antibacterial and bleaching agents and made short work of the remaining liquid, tossing the soiled wipes into the bin where the contents were destined for incineration.

“Brad never did that either, could be what killed it?” Ianto suggested.

“Or just a symptom of it's state of decomposition,” Jack countered. “we'll test it once we've finished with Rocky here.”

Ianto and Gwen watched from a safe distance while Jack continued the autopsy, watching his carefully remove what appeared to the the aliens limited organs that resembled a stomach and intestines along with a tiny heart.

Jack placed each one on a small metal tray, he then found a tiny little sac which appeared to have a tube which came out of it. Slowly he followed it's route and wasn't completely surprised to find it feeding into the creatures jaw, without saying a word to the others he cut the tube and pulled out the sac.

“What's that?” Gwen asked, curiously.

“Brad didn't have one of those either,” Ianto frowned. “I examined every inch of the bloody thing.”

“Watch and learn,” Jack told them, cutting through the thin, milky coloured membrane.

“Gross!” Gwen blurted out.

“Meet Rocky's baby's,” Jack said, indicating the tiny little black blobs within the thick white liquid they were floating in. “I can only assume that once they are expelled, for want of a better word, the sac becomes obsolete and is absorbed into the creatures body.”

“It reminds me of frog spawn,” Ianto shuddered. “mixed with ...”

“Come,” Jack finished for him.

“Whatever it is, it's disgusting,” Gwen told them, wrinkling her nose behind the mask.

“And it's what it bit into me,” Jack grimaced, feeling a little nauseas at the thought.

“Well, we've established that it didn't die from biting anything and passing on it's young at least,” Ianto said with a relieved sigh, desperate to get the idea that popped into his head that the Captain had been raped by a small alien creature, even if it wasn't in the usual way.

“Yeah, no need to call around the vets I'd say,” Jack agreed.

“We still don't know how it died though,” Gwen interjected just as the other box began to shudder again indicating it's resident was waking up. “doesn't anything keep that thing out of it for long?”

“It appears that way,” Jack frowned. “but I have an idea that could help me.”

“Go on?” Ianto urged him.

“Lets see if we can poison it, if that works we can try and find a way of killing the young within me without bumping off me at the same time,” Jack grinned.

“Normally I'm not one for torturing small harmless creatures,” Gwen replied. “but this one is far from harmless and it's dead pal is using you as an incubator!”

“I couldn't have put it better myself,” Ianto grinned. “so, what do we start with?”

“No idea, lets see what we can find on the cupboards,” Jack told them before clutching his stomach in agony, a sharp pain coming out of nowhere and letting out a yelp.

“The sooner the fucking better,” Ianto snapped, helping Jack sit on of the the stools and lifting his shirt up again. “bloody hell!”

“What is it?” Gwen asked, moving to have a closer look, a horrified expression crossing her face. “Fuck me!”

TBC

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