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Title: The Mourning Doll - Part 2
Author: [livejournal.com profile] magicom 
Rating: Maybe PG for canon m/m relationship and some spookiness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Paring/Characters: Jack/Ianto with some Gwen, Owen and Tosh.
Spoilers: Mild spoilers for TW S 1&2 and DW S3 finale.
Summary: As a whole: Torchwood find an alien artifact that leads to some spooky goings-on. This part: Jack goes to the archives to find Ianto and see what's going on down there.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place sometime during the first half of series 2.


Jack burst into the archives, his hand at his belt, ready to pull his gun from its holster. The first thing he noticed was that it was dark. The archives were always dimly lit by rows of fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Why had Ianto turned them off? He took a few cautious steps and realized that Ianto hadn't. He heard broken glass crunching beneath his feet. The fluorescent tubes had exploded. All of them. Jack could see light ahead, just around the end of some shelving. That was where Ianto's desk sat. The light must have been coming from the table lamp he had there. Jack started towards it, the crunch of the glass under his feet seeming inordinately loud in the still, dark archives. Suddenly something brushed past his arm. It moved quickly and his bare skin felt cold in its wake. Jack turned quickly in the direction he felt it go, squinting into the darkness, but he couldn't see or hear anything. He turned back towards the light. "Ianto?" he called nervously as he resumed his cautious stride. There was no answer, and Jack quickened his pace slightly.

He was nearing the small puddle of light that surrounded Ianto's desk, when something off to the side, down one of the aisles of shelving, caught his eye. A bobbing light moved through the gloom, far across the cavernous space. He turned down the aisle and headed towards it, drawing his gun as he walked. The light dodged from aisle to aisle whenever it came to a break in the shelving and Jack couldn't tell where it was trying to go. Its movement was erratic. He followed it best he could, almost losing it a couple of times, then finally caught up to it in the middle of the G's. He drew a breath before rounding a shelving unit to face it, his gun held firmly at chest level. He found himself facing the barrel of a handgun, and squinted against the light at its owner, who was already lowering it shakily. Ianto. Of course he'd had a torch in his desk drawer. If the Hub had ever gone into lockdown while he was in here, he'd need one to find the door. Ianto also lowered the torch a little, so it wasn't shining in Jack's eyes, and torchlight reflected off the shards of frosted glass that covered the floor.

“Thank God,” Ianto murmured.

“What in the hell is going on?” Jack demanded. Frankly, he was feeling more than a little unnerved. “What happened to the lights?”

Ianto glanced up at the ceiling, then back at Jack. “They exploded,” he said simply. “Row by row by row. It… I think…” He paused for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. Jack reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. He was shaking slightly.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked firmly.

Ianto nodded.

“Is there someone down here?” Ianto just looked at him. “Or something?” Jack prompted.

“I think so,” Ianto told him quietly. “Maybe. I don’t know. There was something…” He looked around. “It kept… moving. I was trying to follow it, but…” He looked at Jack suddenly. “I think I should show you what I found.” He didn’t wait for Jack to agree, but pushed past him to lead him back through the musty aisles to his desk. They’d almost reached the relatively inviting pool of light, when that cold breeze washed past them again, making the hair on the back of Jack’s neck stand up.

“That’s it!” Ianto cried, turning as it passed them, shining the torch into the darkness after it. “You can never see it,” Ianto told him. “It’s always gone.” He looked at Jack. “I don’t know how many there are.”

Jack glanced around uneasily for a moment, then looked at Ianto. “Show me this thing you found.”

Ianto led him to the desk and flicked off the torch, setting it down next to the lamp that lit his work space. Jack could already see the metallic box. Its top was open and a small figure lay inside. Ianto grabbed Jack’s hand before he could touch it.

“It was solid, when I found it,” he told Jack. “There was no opening and no obvious way to make it open.”

“So how did you open it?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t,” Ianto replied.

Jack gave him a hard look. “What do you mean, you didn’t?”

“I put it to the side. I wanted to finish the rest of this before I catalogued it,” he said, waving towards the boxes and bin bags, all of which had now been toppled over and their contents partially spilled onto the floor. “I was just… working. I was sitting there working,” he explained, nodding towards his chair. “I felt something strange, like a cold wind was touching the back of my neck… like a breeze had fingers and was touching me.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to explain.”

Jack nodded for him to go on.

“I turned around and the box was open. It just didn’t have a top anymore, like it had melted away.” He tore his gaze from the box and turned it to Jack. “That’s when I called you.”

“And that’s when the lights started exploding,” Jack assumed. Ianto confirmed his suspicion with a nod.

“Did you touch it?” Jack asked.

“The box?”

“Yes.”

“No. Not after it opened. No.”

“Good,” Jack told him. What he didn’t tell him, not yet, was that he recognized the contents of the box. He’d seen one once before, a long time ago for him, but many years in Ianto’s future and far from the Earth. “Good precaution,” he repeated, giving Ianto’s arm a squeeze before carefully reaching out and picking up the box.

“Jack, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Ianto asked uneasily.

“I think so,” Jack said, flashing him the reassuring grin that Ianto didn’t seem to find reassuring in the least.

“You think so,” Ianto muttered. “Well, that’s… good.” He was just reaching out to pick up the torch when that cold shadowy wind returned, swirling around them like a vortex.

Was it Jack’s imagination, or did it seem kind of angry this time? “We’re not here to hurt you!” he called out. “We want to help you!”

There was a howling sound as it whirled away from them, blowing right through a shelf of archived artifacts, sending boxes of them skittering across the floor in all directions. Jack felt Ianto flinch beside him, but most likely because his time-consuming organizational work was being destroyed and he knew he was going to have to clean it up at some point.

“I don’t think it believes you,” Ianto said wryly.

Jack smiled at him. “Maybe it just doesn’t understand me.” He looked around, but everything had gone silent. There was no sign of movement anywhere. “Let’s get upstairs. I want to run some tests on this thing.”

“Do you know what it is?” Ianto asked, picking up his jacket and the torch.

“Maybe,” Jack answered. “I think maybe I do.”

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Would be pleased to know what you think! "Part Three"
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