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missthingsplace) wrote2010-04-27 08:30 pm
Parasitism 13/?
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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
Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/3
Returning with an arm full of paper bundles full of hot fish and chips Gwen found Jack and Ianto still down in the autopsy bay, Jack still sat on the stool with his head resting on his lovers chest watching the containment box across the room from them.
“Hey,” she called down, softly enough for them to hear but not loud enough to startle. “food.”
“We can eat down here,” Ianto called up to her.
“No, you can't stay there just watching and waiting,” Gwen insisted. “we can eat these out the paper on the sofa, just like they should be eaten.”
“But we need to know if ...” Ianto began, only to be cut off mid sentence.
“If it's still alive and only just stunned it won't matter for the few minutes we miss it in the scheme of things,” Gwen insisted. “we will eat and then check on it.”
“Fine,” Ianto mumbled, pulling Jack, who seemed not to have heard any of the conversation to his feet and led him silently up the stairs.
“It's still not moving,” Jack said suddenly, once he was sat on the sofa. “it's been out longer than Brad ever was, do you think that could be a good sign?”
“It's a possibility,” Gwen answered, handing him his parcel of food.
“I think it is, I'm sure it is,” Jack nodded enthusiastically while unwrapping his fish and chips. “and then we can focus on finding a way to poison the ones inside me without killing me in the process.”
“Lets hope so,” Ianto replied, trying not to wince when he saw one of the creatures move under the skin of the Captains hand, putting down his chips after barely eating more than a handful.
“You need to eat love,” Gwen told Ianto gently while Jack shovelled food so fast into his mouth she was sure he was barely chewing it before swallowing.
“I'm not hungry,” Ianto insisted. “I'll have something later.”
“Just a few more, just for me?” Gwen suggested.
“I'm not a bloody kid Gwen, I'll eat when I want to!” Ianto shouted at her and then stalked off across the hub, vanishing down into the kitchenette.
Flicking the switch of the coffee machine on somewhat violently he pulled down the mugs and set them beside it before bursting out crying, burying his head in his arms on the counter top.
“He'll be okay Ianto, whatever happens,” Gwen's voice told him and he felt her hand on his shoulder.
Pulling himself upright he turned and buried his face in his friends shoulder.
“Sorry, I shouldn't have taken it out on you,” Ianto told her quietly.
“It's okay love, I'd be feeling the same if it was Rhys,” Gwen told him.
“I know, I know,” Ianto sighed, lifting his head and rubbing his hands over his eyes. “it's just ... I know the easy answer to this is for Jack ... for Jack to die but I have this nagging feeling it won't be that simple.”
“What do you mean?” Gwen asked, her hand resting on his upper arm.
“They are feeding on him, all of him, what if they are absorbing his regenerative properties?” Ianto asked. “I mean they're tough little buggers, we know that but if they are it could make them impossible to kill.”
“But if Magenta survives the poison, it's not even in Jack,” Gwen answered thoughtfully. “shit, what the hell are we dealing with?”
“Something that's evolved to make sure there is survival of the species,” Ianto replied. “but we're getting ahead of ourselves, Magenta could be dead in the box.”
“Lets hope so,” Gwen replied sympathetically.
“We should get back to Jack,” Ianto said with a small smile. “you go on ahead and I'll make coffee.”
“And I thought it was tea that made everything seem better,” Gwen grinned.
“Nothing beats my coffee,” Ianto countered making her chuckle.
“Thank god!” Gwen exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the cheek before leaving to make her way back to Jack.
When Ianto had finished making the coffees he put them on the tray and carried them across the hub, seeing Gwen examining Jack's torso just made him more worried then he already was.
“What is it?” Ianto asked, putting the tray of drinks down on the coffee table.
“Nothing, just checking,” Gwen told him with a smile that didn't make it to her eyes.
“Don't lie to me,” Ianto told her coldly and moved to Jack's side so he could see for himself, his eyes widening at the sight before him. “they've doubled in length, fuck!”
“Not quite, but almost,” Gwen agreed, staring at the creatures beneath Jack's skin, now getting on for nearly two inches in length. “I guess the gestation of these things is pretty quick.”
“Ya think?” Jack retorted, sounding more defeated that sarcastic.
“I don't even want to think about how these things get out of the body,” Ianto said, shuddering at the thought.” but however they do, it's not going to be pleasant.”
“That's another thing, if we do manage to kill them, how do we get then out?” Gwen asked.
“Surgery, now they're big enough to see it won't be a problem with the laser scalpel.” Ianto replied.
“Yeah, that's what I thought too,” Jack told him. “I really need to find out what's happened to Magenta now though, I can't put it off any longer.”
“I can go and check, if you'd like me too?” Gwen suggested.
“No, I need to see for myself,” Jack replied, getting to his feet and dropping back down onto the sofa, then got straight up again and grabbing Ianto's arm to support himself. “oops, feeling a little light headed there for a moment.”
“They're taking it out of you, you should stay here and rest,” Ianto suggested.
“No, I'm not going to let the little buggers win,” Jack told him adamantly.
“Okay, come on then,” Ianto sighed, supporting his lover across the hub and down into the autopsy bay with Gwen close behind.
“Oh fuck,” Gwen said, almost under her breath as they approached the containment box, even though they couldn't see through the plastic sides of the box they knew without doubt that Magenta had survived the poison.
The box was moving around on the counter top where the alien creature was bashing itself against the side in an attempt to escape the confines of it's prison.
TBC
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