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Infiltrator: Part Seventeen
Title: Infiltrator - Part Seventeen
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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: Good morning, Sunshine.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
17
Rupesh paced in his livingroom that night, his computer open to the secure email account he used to send reports to Johnson. The cursor blinked at him. The clock ticked. He’d written nothing. He didn’t know what to say about the day’s events in the wake of Johnson’s raid on Torchwood’s archive. He had yet to see the report from Jones detailing what they’d taken. He had yet to deal with the fact that, after getting two aliens killed for reporting their existence under Torchwood’s umbrella, he’d gotten one of their agents kidnapped and beaten...
He could still see the distinctive shape of the cuts on Jones’ face in his mind. He was pretty certain he’d dream them next time he slept.
He looked over at the computer. He was tempted to slam it shut, but the last time he stopped reporting, Johnson had shown up at his house.
Finally, he sat down and typed: “Torchwood reeling from the raid. Still counting all their beans. Will update if anything comes of it.” Then he slammed the lid shut. He sat in the dark for a long moment, then got up, threw back a shot of whiskey and attempted to go to bed. He had to be back at the Hub in five hours.
When he arrived the next morning, looking a bit run down, he was sure, Jones was already there, sitting quietly at his station. There was a cup of coffee next to his terminal, steam still rising from it. His suit was perfectly crisp and pressed. Rupesh looked up towards Harkness’ office as he sat at his terminal, putting his bag down on the floor beside it. No movement. From his station, he couldn’t see whether the Captain was seated at his desk. A moment later and a cup of tea appeared on his workstation, Jones silent as he delivered and returned to his own desk.
Rupesh stared at the cup for a moment, picked it up, wrapped his hands around it, hesitated, then called over “Thanks.”
Jones did turn to look at him at that, his face still battered. “You’re welcome.”
Attempting lightness, Rupesh added with a bit of a chuckle “I feel like we should be making your drinks this morning.”
“You’d make it wrong,” Jones told him, though not unkindly, turning back to his work.
“...Is the Captain in?” Rupesh asked, nodding up towards the office.
“I think he went down to the sublevels,” Jones informed him matter-of-factly, not even pausing his typing.
Rupesh nodded as though accepting that information, trying to work out what the tone of it meant, exactly. He wouldn’t ask directly. Not after Jones had rebuffed Gwen, to whom he was so much closer, so firmly the previous evening.
“Ah. Have you, um...” He glanced over. “Do you know what they got yet?”
Jones did pause at that, looking over at Rupesh. “They’re thugs,” he remarked. “Smashing and grabbing anything shiny. They didn’t even know what they were after. Pretty fucking inelegant. They got some weapons, but not the worst of them. They took some of Jack’s personal possessions, the wankers. They tried to get into the computer systems, but those have different security codes and they couldn’t crack them.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I hope they enjoy the collection of musical instruments from the Eridani system,” he added dryly, turning back to his work. “Though I can see how they might have thought they looked like guns. Apparently that species only has one hand but two tongues.”
It was the most he’d ever heard Jones say in one go. One hand and two tongues. Sounded like information Harkness would have presented to lead into a saucy joke at some point.
“I suppose that’s lucky,” he managed to comment.
“Mostly. There are some items I’m concerned about, but Jack thinks we might be able to find them.”
“...What? I mean.... really?”
Jones glanced over again. “That’ll be the subject of the morning briefing,” he revealed.
“Ah. Okay. Yes, of course.” Of course? Rupesh kicked himself mentally. But... Torchwood was going to move on Johnson? If they really had something, should he send her a message? What if he showed up on that raid with them and they did find her and he’d not told her and she got the upper hand? Even if she didn’t and Torchwood was successful, he couldn’t go back to his flat. Like. Ever.”
He was so distracted, he didn’t see Gwen come in, jumping and knocking over his tea when she said ‘good morning’ to him. And of course she was kind about it, laughing lightly and offering to help clean it up. ‘You really were concentrating! I’m so sorry!’ He couldn’t look at her face while he told her ‘No, no, my fault. I’ll take care of it.’
It was only a few minutes later, Rupesh still on the floor mopping up tea, when Harkness walked by, summoning them all to the briefing.
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
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Would love to hear what you think!
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: Good morning, Sunshine.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
Rupesh paced in his livingroom that night, his computer open to the secure email account he used to send reports to Johnson. The cursor blinked at him. The clock ticked. He’d written nothing. He didn’t know what to say about the day’s events in the wake of Johnson’s raid on Torchwood’s archive. He had yet to see the report from Jones detailing what they’d taken. He had yet to deal with the fact that, after getting two aliens killed for reporting their existence under Torchwood’s umbrella, he’d gotten one of their agents kidnapped and beaten...
He could still see the distinctive shape of the cuts on Jones’ face in his mind. He was pretty certain he’d dream them next time he slept.
He looked over at the computer. He was tempted to slam it shut, but the last time he stopped reporting, Johnson had shown up at his house.
Finally, he sat down and typed: “Torchwood reeling from the raid. Still counting all their beans. Will update if anything comes of it.” Then he slammed the lid shut. He sat in the dark for a long moment, then got up, threw back a shot of whiskey and attempted to go to bed. He had to be back at the Hub in five hours.
When he arrived the next morning, looking a bit run down, he was sure, Jones was already there, sitting quietly at his station. There was a cup of coffee next to his terminal, steam still rising from it. His suit was perfectly crisp and pressed. Rupesh looked up towards Harkness’ office as he sat at his terminal, putting his bag down on the floor beside it. No movement. From his station, he couldn’t see whether the Captain was seated at his desk. A moment later and a cup of tea appeared on his workstation, Jones silent as he delivered and returned to his own desk.
Rupesh stared at the cup for a moment, picked it up, wrapped his hands around it, hesitated, then called over “Thanks.”
Jones did turn to look at him at that, his face still battered. “You’re welcome.”
Attempting lightness, Rupesh added with a bit of a chuckle “I feel like we should be making your drinks this morning.”
“You’d make it wrong,” Jones told him, though not unkindly, turning back to his work.
“...Is the Captain in?” Rupesh asked, nodding up towards the office.
“I think he went down to the sublevels,” Jones informed him matter-of-factly, not even pausing his typing.
Rupesh nodded as though accepting that information, trying to work out what the tone of it meant, exactly. He wouldn’t ask directly. Not after Jones had rebuffed Gwen, to whom he was so much closer, so firmly the previous evening.
“Ah. Have you, um...” He glanced over. “Do you know what they got yet?”
Jones did pause at that, looking over at Rupesh. “They’re thugs,” he remarked. “Smashing and grabbing anything shiny. They didn’t even know what they were after. Pretty fucking inelegant. They got some weapons, but not the worst of them. They took some of Jack’s personal possessions, the wankers. They tried to get into the computer systems, but those have different security codes and they couldn’t crack them.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I hope they enjoy the collection of musical instruments from the Eridani system,” he added dryly, turning back to his work. “Though I can see how they might have thought they looked like guns. Apparently that species only has one hand but two tongues.”
It was the most he’d ever heard Jones say in one go. One hand and two tongues. Sounded like information Harkness would have presented to lead into a saucy joke at some point.
“I suppose that’s lucky,” he managed to comment.
“Mostly. There are some items I’m concerned about, but Jack thinks we might be able to find them.”
“...What? I mean.... really?”
Jones glanced over again. “That’ll be the subject of the morning briefing,” he revealed.
“Ah. Okay. Yes, of course.” Of course? Rupesh kicked himself mentally. But... Torchwood was going to move on Johnson? If they really had something, should he send her a message? What if he showed up on that raid with them and they did find her and he’d not told her and she got the upper hand? Even if she didn’t and Torchwood was successful, he couldn’t go back to his flat. Like. Ever.”
He was so distracted, he didn’t see Gwen come in, jumping and knocking over his tea when she said ‘good morning’ to him. And of course she was kind about it, laughing lightly and offering to help clean it up. ‘You really were concentrating! I’m so sorry!’ He couldn’t look at her face while he told her ‘No, no, my fault. I’ll take care of it.’
It was only a few minutes later, Rupesh still on the floor mopping up tea, when Harkness walked by, summoning them all to the briefing.
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
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Would love to hear what you think!