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magicomTitle: Infiltrator - Part Fifteen.
Author:magicom
Rating: Maybe PG at the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Pairing/Characters: Jack, Ianto, (Jack/Ianto), Gwen, Doctor Rupesh Patanjali, Johnson.
Spoilers: Takes into consideration all of S1, S2 and Day One of CoE.
Summary: As a whole: He's a doctor... they need a doctor. What if the 456 fuckery didn't happen and Torchwood actually did recruit Rupesh, who was trying to get the gig to spy on them for Johnson, as discussed in Day One? This part: Fallout, one could say.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
15
Rupesh didn't sleep well that night. Where was Jones sleeping? On a concrete floor with his hands bound behind him? Where was Harkness since he walked away from them at the Plass? Rupesh's phone had been completely silent. The night before and come morning, he tried to do some work, but he couldn't concentrate. Restlessly, he watched the clock tick. Finally, it was time to go. He headed back to the Tourist Office. When he reached it at just past 11:15, Harkness was already there. He glanced at Rupesh, but remained leaning on the rail, hands in his pockets, like they were holding the coat around him tightly. He said nothing; his eyes stayed on the door.
A few minutes later, Gwen arrived, announcing herself by touching his shoulder. She got a glance as well, but his attention stayed on the Tourist Office.
After the longest half hour of Rupesh's life, the door swung open and they emerged, carrying locked cases that could have had anything inside. Harkness made no move to intercept them. He only stood when Johnson brought up the rear.
"He's being dropped off in the Plass now," she told him. There's a hint of a smirk about her lips as she adds "Only slightly worse for wear."
Rupesh felt like that might have been a very big mistake on her part. He looked between Johnson and Harkness for a moment. Harkness' face didn't betray anything for a long moment, and then he laughed.
Rupesh was fairly certain it was the most frightening sound he'd ever heard. He was, just then, pretty painfully sure that his fear of Harkness was well placed.
"Well, if you see him," Harkness told her, as though he was passing regards to a distant nephew, "tell him we're expecting him for lunch."
Johnson's smirk broadened and she held his gaze for one further minute, then she sauntered off, cocky as fuck. Jack's eyes burned daggers into her back, but she never turned. He headed up the stairs, watching them warily as he approached the Plass from the other side. A white van arrived. A man in a suit was pulled out of it, the hood yanked from his head, leaving him blinking against he noon sun. Handcuffs were removed. The van sped away, following the SUVs that had already departed.
Jack approached him at a run, Gwen at his heels. Rupesh brought up the rear, knowing medical treatment could be needed, but he didn't have his gear. Harkness was tenderly checking over the bruises and cuts on his face with what was clearly a lover's touch. Jones, for his part, looked confused and concerned.
"How did you get them to give me up without compromising the Hub?" he was asking as Rupesh drew near enough to hear.
"We didn't," Harkness replied, his tone unusually soft. Cowed.
Jones had an expressive face and it ran a gamut from disbelief to disgust. He pulled away from Harkness' touch to look him in the eye.
"You did not, Jack. You couldn't. Look at me and tell me you didn't."
"We'll get it back," he replied instead, though he didn't sound certain, even to Rupesh, who knew him considerably less well.
"Ianto, we had to," Gwen broke in, reaching for his lapel to draw his attention.
"No, you didn't," he shot back. "If I thought what was down there wasn't worth my life, I could have told them myself! Without having my face beat in!" He turned his attention back to Jack. "The world comes first," he said firmly, like it was a mantra. "We had a deal."
Jack didn't argue. "I know," he said gravely.
Something clicked for Rupesh, though Gwen looked incredulous still. Harkness had said no. And he didn't even try to tell Jones that because he made the call in the end.
Ianto moved away from them, heading for the stairs down.
"You need medical attention," Rupesh reminded him. "You need to sit down."
"I need to change all the security codes," Ianto countered. "I need to take an inventory of the entire archives to find out what they took and, by extension, how big a threat they now pose."
Rupesh looked to Harkness, but the Captain did not back him up. He followed, letting Ianto have the reins as they all headed into the Hub.
Rupesh looked around their central work area. It hadn't just been the archives Johnson got into; all of their workstations were ransacked. By the time he sought Harkness with his eyes, the Captain was looking down at something on his office floor with what appeared to be both resignation and melancholy. Rupesh headed up as Jones fled to the archives. By then, Harkness was gathering some items off the floor into a worn yellow tin. He looked up almost hopefully when he heard feet and seemed disappointed to find Rupesh standing there.
"What?" he asked wearily, standing as he snapped the tin shut.
"He could have a concussion; I need to examine him."
Jack made a sweeping gesture towards the archives. "You know where to find him."
He slid the tin into a desk drawer.
In case you missed them:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Author:
magicomRating: Maybe PG at the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Pairing/Characters: Jack, Ianto, (Jack/Ianto), Gwen, Doctor Rupesh Patanjali, Johnson.
Spoilers: Takes into consideration all of S1, S2 and Day One of CoE.
Summary: As a whole: He's a doctor... they need a doctor. What if the 456 fuckery didn't happen and Torchwood actually did recruit Rupesh, who was trying to get the gig to spy on them for Johnson, as discussed in Day One? This part: Fallout, one could say.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
Rupesh didn't sleep well that night. Where was Jones sleeping? On a concrete floor with his hands bound behind him? Where was Harkness since he walked away from them at the Plass? Rupesh's phone had been completely silent. The night before and come morning, he tried to do some work, but he couldn't concentrate. Restlessly, he watched the clock tick. Finally, it was time to go. He headed back to the Tourist Office. When he reached it at just past 11:15, Harkness was already there. He glanced at Rupesh, but remained leaning on the rail, hands in his pockets, like they were holding the coat around him tightly. He said nothing; his eyes stayed on the door.
A few minutes later, Gwen arrived, announcing herself by touching his shoulder. She got a glance as well, but his attention stayed on the Tourist Office.
After the longest half hour of Rupesh's life, the door swung open and they emerged, carrying locked cases that could have had anything inside. Harkness made no move to intercept them. He only stood when Johnson brought up the rear.
"He's being dropped off in the Plass now," she told him. There's a hint of a smirk about her lips as she adds "Only slightly worse for wear."
Rupesh felt like that might have been a very big mistake on her part. He looked between Johnson and Harkness for a moment. Harkness' face didn't betray anything for a long moment, and then he laughed.
Rupesh was fairly certain it was the most frightening sound he'd ever heard. He was, just then, pretty painfully sure that his fear of Harkness was well placed.
"Well, if you see him," Harkness told her, as though he was passing regards to a distant nephew, "tell him we're expecting him for lunch."
Johnson's smirk broadened and she held his gaze for one further minute, then she sauntered off, cocky as fuck. Jack's eyes burned daggers into her back, but she never turned. He headed up the stairs, watching them warily as he approached the Plass from the other side. A white van arrived. A man in a suit was pulled out of it, the hood yanked from his head, leaving him blinking against he noon sun. Handcuffs were removed. The van sped away, following the SUVs that had already departed.
Jack approached him at a run, Gwen at his heels. Rupesh brought up the rear, knowing medical treatment could be needed, but he didn't have his gear. Harkness was tenderly checking over the bruises and cuts on his face with what was clearly a lover's touch. Jones, for his part, looked confused and concerned.
"How did you get them to give me up without compromising the Hub?" he was asking as Rupesh drew near enough to hear.
"We didn't," Harkness replied, his tone unusually soft. Cowed.
Jones had an expressive face and it ran a gamut from disbelief to disgust. He pulled away from Harkness' touch to look him in the eye.
"You did not, Jack. You couldn't. Look at me and tell me you didn't."
"We'll get it back," he replied instead, though he didn't sound certain, even to Rupesh, who knew him considerably less well.
"Ianto, we had to," Gwen broke in, reaching for his lapel to draw his attention.
"No, you didn't," he shot back. "If I thought what was down there wasn't worth my life, I could have told them myself! Without having my face beat in!" He turned his attention back to Jack. "The world comes first," he said firmly, like it was a mantra. "We had a deal."
Jack didn't argue. "I know," he said gravely.
Something clicked for Rupesh, though Gwen looked incredulous still. Harkness had said no. And he didn't even try to tell Jones that because he made the call in the end.
Ianto moved away from them, heading for the stairs down.
"You need medical attention," Rupesh reminded him. "You need to sit down."
"I need to change all the security codes," Ianto countered. "I need to take an inventory of the entire archives to find out what they took and, by extension, how big a threat they now pose."
Rupesh looked to Harkness, but the Captain did not back him up. He followed, letting Ianto have the reins as they all headed into the Hub.
Rupesh looked around their central work area. It hadn't just been the archives Johnson got into; all of their workstations were ransacked. By the time he sought Harkness with his eyes, the Captain was looking down at something on his office floor with what appeared to be both resignation and melancholy. Rupesh headed up as Jones fled to the archives. By then, Harkness was gathering some items off the floor into a worn yellow tin. He looked up almost hopefully when he heard feet and seemed disappointed to find Rupesh standing there.
"What?" he asked wearily, standing as he snapped the tin shut.
"He could have a concussion; I need to examine him."
Jack made a sweeping gesture towards the archives. "You know where to find him."
He slid the tin into a desk drawer.
In case you missed them:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
