Title: Something in the air
Author: Cauchemar, Arghenta
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: All those in season I and II + Julian Vallantine
Party: complete (1 -2 / 6)
Rating: R
PART 3
His sister gave him tea and sat down, prolonging the silence between them like a reproach. Since their mother died when he was still little more than a child, had felt compelled to replace it and now that man was made did not want to give up that role, like any mother.
"Julian really, it's time to get settled. Your studies are commendable, your dedication to the land is commendable and accounts certainly not diminished, but you should find a wife. You have a certain age now, looks like our father very much and there would be no unmarried girl who would not appreciate such a party "
" You have well said my dear sister, a party. The thing I do not care "cut short with the roughness that leads to a discourse already addressed many times.
Elisabeth Vallantine picked up the handkerchief and smoothed with care and placed it on lips well designed.
"This is probably the Lady Morgwen protected? You're no longer a boy Julian, you should know that marriage is not an affair of the heart. "
" It seems to me that you and your husband you are a happy couple. "Provoked by the cold voice. He loved his sister, but there were some limitations that no one could afford to overcome. He ended up shooting the tea into the cup, he tapped the spoon once or twice against the fine china and without a drink and pushed her toward her sister stood up.
"Excuse me dear sister, but there ' down to a wild boar farm McKintosh that is destroying the crop. "He nodded and walked away. He took the hall decorated with deer antlers of a theory that the back door and entered the conservatory. Li, the sun was blinding and shielded his eyes with his hand to get used to.
When he opened them again the light had become cold and thought he was going to get a storm. But the glass was gone, all the greenhouses were gone, was in a small room by metal walls, narrow as to be claustrophobia. He closed his eyes clutching his temples between thumb and forefinger. Then again returned their way to the pain.
"He woke up."
Owen pointed to the screen in which the prisoner was moving, slowly and cautiously, becoming aware of his new condition.
"The computer has finished scanning the total?" Inquired Jack, standing behind her, a cup of coffee in hand and absorbed expression.
"Yes," said Toshiko ready, making up a screen of data that began to slide quickly on the monitor.
"I still can not say for sure, but certainly it is human ... only, fessuriale is impregnated with energy, and more ... "
" Perhaps it is passed through the slot. And, in this case, where would be? "Ianto said, noting that the boy was moving more and more nervous. "Someone should get to talk to him."
Ianto distrusted by all that came out of the slot. He had never brought anything good to the team. Even when the appearance of the visitors was very pleasant. Indeed, in that case was even worse, he thought, recalling John Hart. A grimace involuntarily twitched his face, only for a moment. All in all The Weevil was more manageable, certainly not unpredictable!
"I'm going to talk to me" Gwen offered, and others might put his mouth before he headed to the cells on the fifth floor. That was his job, investigating, steal information. Jack merely to observe it disappear and reappear shortly after the close circuit monitor. The angled view from the top make it all a bit 'surreal.
Owen leaned his elbows on the floor of the console, next to Toshiko that pursed his lips and focused more on his scanner.
"In your opinion where it comes from? I would bet it was a plant. "Owen said.
"Well, it's not right." Tosh murmured settling his glasses and pointing the view of the cascade of numbers of his monitor.
"I could refer them for discrimination if you do not stop organic." Jack behind them seemed very serious and it put Ianto uncomfortable.
Owen continued: "However, his wound is clean, the normal course, no acceleration of metabolic abnormality. It has a strong fiber. "
Gwen was already stopped in front of the transparent wall. He had his hands in his back pockets, pushing a little forward for a better look while he spoke.
"Hello"
The young man looked at her without saying a word.
Gwen coughed and repeated "Hello"
The boy's eyes quickly looked around, his right hand began to unbutton his red shirt that Owen had found that his visa had been smeared with blood.
"I'm sorry for that ..." Gwen nodded "I did not want to hurt you, but you have no idea what I have seen e.." And not being able to say something, or finding a good way to end the sentence, remained firm. Seeing that the other
does not say a word, Gwan puffed out his cheeks.
"Do not you will retain most of the time," she smiled, encouragingly, "But we need to know what you know about the disappearance of the gardener and the growth of plants in the botanical garden. E'fondamentale IRQs for us what is happening, to prevent other people disappear, you understand that? "She sighed, passing his hand through his hair.
If the boy knew, did not seem willing to express it, not to her, at least. Gwen took a chair and stood in front of the wall of unbreakable glass. Could not have been more stubborn a Weevil, and His appearance was certainly more pleasant ...
"You hungry? Do you want me to bring along? A cup of tea, maybe ?..." inquired gently.
The young man was checking the wound and as controlled hovered over his face a surprised look.
"It 's our doctor," Gwen said, "can do miracles with his hands."
Tosh behind the cameras glanced reproachfully at Owem who shrugged and gave a smile of his long, thin "They say it all."
In cell Andrew buttoned his shirt and brought before the glass, staring down on Gwen.
"I'm sorry but I know nothing of your garden even if I praise your dedication. Certainly already know, but those plants are not "hesitate" I do not seem normal. Whatever the hybrid created those growing at an unnatural speed also composed beyond the limits dictated by the biological family. "He shook his head. "It 's all I know. Now, you might get me out? "He spoke calmly, made with a sense of resignation which he put Gwen uncomfortable.
"As soon as the doctor will have told you that you are well let you go." He murmured.
"But who says?" Owen broke his companions looked stunned.
"I promise." Strengthens the young.
Jack was still, arms folded, face inscrutable.
"If we leave them still bet they release him, he does it with everybody!" Owen protested. "Someone should tell her that sooner or later get tired to save her."
The young man was right in the middle of the monitor. The hair close in a queue now disheveled scrutinized every corner without concern for Gwen.
"Luckily he did not know anything about what's going on," objected Ianto, leaning toward the screen.
"I doubt that a simple botanical can even sense the change in course in the vegetation," he continued, looking for approval in the eyes of Jack.
The latter nodded, seemingly lost in thought. "I think it's time to find out who really is our friend from pollen easy," he announced, heading for the stairs leading downstairs.
There were situations where the method of investigation was not Gwen suffciente, contingencies that would require his personal intervention. There was almost always a valid reason why a man stealing the name of another man. Everything was to see if the plea was valid for them too.
"Tell Gwen to be brought into the interrogation room and leave it there." Ordered, she went away.
The three exchanged glances then left dumbfounded as one man. Ianto went to prepare the room, there were many ways to persuade a person ... and everyone needed the right gadget. Toshiko prepared to detect changes in the energy of the room while Owen still looking for some recognition of that face nell'anagrafe past and present. He lifted his head with a slight buzz when the warning screen appeared a face portrait in oils, the base emblazoned with the name Andrew Loering. Although the portrait appeared now in his sixties, it was clear that even at a young age could never look like their prisoner handlebar mustache, angular face and thin eyes and blacks.
"Jack" the communicator said immediately "I found a portrait of Andrew Loreing dall'univeristà York, fortunately have portraits of all their past and future teacher. E y'know what? It is certainly not him. And listen here ... what a coincidence taught botany. "
" Let me know everything that is known of him, acquaintances, abnormal situations. "Jack said. His voice understood all that was no longer joking.
"Gwen, is there?"
"Yes Jack, I left them alone."
"Very good, go to Toshiko and follow us on screens, I want you to grasp every detail."
"Well,"
Ianto's voice peeped. "You have the food, detector majano and I took the liberty to recover the truth machine. "
" Thank you, Ianto, "Jack smiled.
And there it was, the door. Jack stopped his momentum and allowed a moment to think. He had a suspect but no motive, no connection. It would be content to begin with a name. So he opened the door.
The young man turned his back, was looking straight at the camera, one hand close to the other wrist behind his back. When he heard the door open, turned - Jack noted that he had reconstructed the wild hair in the tail - With a half smile and greeting. "Ah, you are."
Jack smiled, closing the door.
A friendly smile, and diplomat. The kind of smile that can be granted to those who are to undergo an interrogation ...
"Few would turn that way to anyone nowadays," said, arching an eyebrow as he walked to the table in the middle of the room and took place in one of two chairs placed on either side of it.
"The last vote that happened was because I thought you two different people, but it was very dark, and no longer understood who was touching thing ...." pointed out. The expression vaguely lost the prisoner urged him to stop the digression.
"If you like the 'you' can adapt easily, but only if it serves to put more at ease. The shoulder is doing better? "He asked. He sat with
expression relaxed, laid his hands clasped on the table. He was released the military coat, and blue shirt, left open at the neck, gave glimpses of a white t-shirt.
"Then who are you, who you are and where you come from, 'he said, suddenly serious," because it seems clear that you are not Andrew Loreing University of York, unless the thing that is making the plants grow out and disappear gardeners has benefited immensely to your appearance. I think it is right for you to know that I will not take another 'know nothing' in response to: find out what I'm interested to discover, with or without your cooperation, but "the smile returned to relax, at least in part, face, "we say that with your help could be more pleasant. Both for you and me. Unless you do not have bold flavors ... "he concluded, winking allusion. The allusion flew
to the so-called Andrew and he fell at his feet. It looked like watching the young, as he meditated with his chin resting on his chest.
Jack waiting patiently and smiling. In fact, we enjoyed every moment. Could almost hear the whirring of wheels in the head to think about the future not only answers but was certain that this young man had not yet surrendered stubborn about being locked up, I'll say the light of his careful eye. Who feels a prisoner does not have that vitality, the captive takes it with him. The self-styled Andrew seemed angry, almost outraged, not at all given up.
"Unfortunately, what I say is true, we want to hear or not." Said quietly.
"Your real name" Jack smiled.
"Do not say anything"
"You try" a thrilling reversal of the parties, was now elevated the Jack and the prisoner had changed with some effort log. Likewise for the claims was too stubborn and after another silence Jack Ianto called out loud. He suddenly came with a tray and two cups.
"Jack" Owen buzzed the transmitter "I made a small addition to the, should make it available."
"Oh thanks Ianto. Boy "He turned to the prisoner," This is Ianto Jones, my invaluable collaborator. " Ianto lowered his head (after all, Jack thought he was rather outdated, brilliantly outdated) and the prisoner replied with a quiet "It 's a pleasure." Then they were again alone.
Jack handed him the steaming cup to the prisoner who took it in his hands and eyes without detachment from his party he inhaled the scent. Jack grinned, stood up to grab the cup of his hand and took a long sip before riporgerglia with a mocking smile. "For peace of mind. Now do not make me lose my patience, it would be unfortunate, and do not put limits on the availability of my understanding. I know you come from afar, but I do not know exactly where, how, and why not. "
The prisoner took a long drink in turn and finally sat down.
"What took you there?" Feels' Gwen ask earpiece.
"Mary." Owen said.
"Who?" Churches Toshiko.
"weed. Some students had planted in the garden down the university. "
"That is, you're drugging a prisoner," asked Gwen horrified.
addict ... I'm making it available. "
" Oh well then! Jack heard? You'll be happy! "Gwen outburst.
"First things first, do you want?" Suggested Jack, with a persuasive voice. And he added with a smile as soft as velvet, "Is not that the best place to start? You are a student of botany, right? Your namesake was, at least. "
" What will take to work? " Toshiko asked nervously, twisting a nail.
"Bha, it depends ..." Owen muttered, looking vaguely, and added, staring at my colleague: "Have you ever smoked? But where have you lived
!?!?" "I do not think I'm the only one in here!" Protested Tosh, seeking confirmation in the eyes of colleagues, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world that were given. But both Gwen and Ianto looked away, apparently the first time looking out the moves of Jack and the prisoner in the monitor, the other suddenly distracted by the coffee machine ... The girl
Japanese blinked once, twice, before returning to work with a small sigh.
"I am a passionate, but not a teacher." Answered the young man at last. "I found the name of Loreing studying the publications of the late nineteenth century." He shrugged as if to say that this was of little consequence. Then he looked around. "It 'a police station?"
"Not exactly," Jack corrected him, "maybe yes, depending on your point of view ..."
looked around as if he could, through the bare walls and colorless in the room, embracing the entire underground structure.
He looked at his interlocutor.
"It would be a problem for you if so? Got something to hide from the police? Not that it is essential for me to know. Usually the police have objectives that differ from mine. "
" But the methods do not vary that much, I think ... "said the boy, asking neutral look, although not without critical.
"Oh, no," Jack corrected him, shaking his head in denial, "our methods are much, much worse!" added, with a look of warning, but also clearly amused.
"I know who you are, at this point?" The boy asked wearily. Maybe it was the drugs to begin to take effect, or perhaps just another tactic to divert the attention of his tormentor. He sat in front of Jack, his chin resting on his hand.
"If you want me, I told you who they are: Captain Jack Harkness. But if you plan the rest of the team, well, we Torchwood "seraphic said, and added, looking into his eyes," and at this point, are still missing and only your presentations ... or your ... "
But again he ignored him, but his brow wrinkled, gray eyes darkened and straightened in his chair.
"What you're Torchwood," he asked almost indignantly.
Jack was taken aback but grossed well. Torchwood Who was usually asked, what was going badly, but now had the distinct impression that the young man they knew. Jack certainly did not know him, which implied that the self-styled Andrew - was beginning to tire of its release - is certainly wrong.
"Exactly what I said, we're Torchwood, actually home to Cardiff.
"I'm afraid not to follow .. you. "Torchwood is an estate of Scottish territory. I was saying, now is uninhabited. "
" You seem to know him very well ... "Jack put his chin on his hands, fingers intertwined.
"I lived in the neighborhood." Murmured the young man leaning back. He was still wearing that mask to hide emotions well built, but seemed preoccupied, tired.
"Do not worry, I will not hurt, even if I can help you, believe me. What is your name "
" You then a captain ... "said the other enigmatic in tone ..
Jack nodded.
"My name is Julian Patrick Vallantine." Surrendered, "and none."
The intercom buzzed. "Vallantine Julian Patrick, born in Edinburgh in 1851, died in 1874 at ..." Ianto stopped. "Torchwood, Scotland."
PART 4
"recap"
Toshiko's voice had been talking, as usual. It was always her at meetings, to be felt, from time to time, at almost regular intervals, to stop the flow of information and take stock of the situation. As if his mind he needed to think in points, notes, lists of data skimmed all the unnecessary and easily assimilated.
Owen had suggested that once the brain of the Japanese, and not only that, it only works with a binary system, but Tosh probably would have taken that statement as a compliment.
"This guy ... Vallatine Julian Patrick, comes from the past .." she spoke quickly slid the tip of the stylus on the screen of your handheld.
"He crossed the slit at a place called Torchwood, Scotland. "
"Or more likely so called" corrected Gwen, thoughtfully. The Japanese
nodded, picking up.
"and ended up in Cardiff ... What's the point? And above all, what enters the plant ?...."
"Maybe nothing at this point," Jack ruled, in a sigh.
"Go!" Owen interjected with a grin. "A botanist of the first 800 check it out at Cardiff, while the vegetation crazy makes people disappear into the forest and gardens turned to Jurassic Park, complete with prehistoric wasps, and he has nothing to do?! Jack! "
" Maybe the two are separate, "Ianto said, sipping his coffee. He was standing beside the chair of Jack. No one was prevented from taking place at the table of the meeting, it was entitled as others. But he was right there where he was.
"Perhaps the botanist happened here by accident, and disappearances are due to something else ... or maybe something has led to his coming here and the disappearance other men, but he ignores what it is ... "
" And maybe now he gone people are happily in Scotland this Torchwood, or what's left to drink whiskey?!? "interrupted sardonic Owen . Jack
imposed silence.
"I continue to question him," he said, fiddling with his pen, making her jump on the table, dry movements, fast and silent.
"Yeah, because otherwise I would have given a free trip," said Owen, earning glares choir.
"But what we know This Scottish Torchwood? "Gwen asked, to no one in particular, although his eyes do not give even a moment Jack.
"Yeah, it is strange that none of us are informed about it ..." echoed Tosh. Jack was silent, and silence made her face like the austere facade of a church.
"I do not think is relevant at the time," he said simply, Aton.
"Why not?" Gwen snapped, eyes wide. "You do not want me to believe that just a coincidence! Would be a little too much the coincidences, at this point! "
Ianto watched Jack in silence. There were secrets which their leader was very jealous, and he knew it well. Kept those secrets in his eyes, like a chest without a key, no lock, a necropolis of silence and shadow. A place so cold and sad, so lonely for a single person.
"More coffee?" He asked, leaning on his shoulder.
Make me the seal of your secrets, their plaque, their tomb. Let me preserve and protect what we do not know what you do not want to know, if you do not want. You know I would die for you, let me live ....
Jack smiled, nodding assent.
"Thank you, Ianto, it would be perfect," he said.
"Feel" Gwen interjected, leaning on the conference table and already smiling to himself for the absurd idea that came to mind. "The guy is a highlander ... and if it was a Highlander?"
Toshiko's eyes lit up. "The energy that we see could be the reminiscence. It may have been given up for dead and abandoned them. "He looked at Jack. "It could be like you!"
Owen interjected. "But you are crazy, spores, film. Say that you hope to get to see the English horse so we put the icing on the cake. "
Ianto coughed to attract attention. "It may not be an idea so crazy, if we focus too much on Sean Connery. It 'true, however, CEH archives, either civil or religious, mentioning the extraordinary events that considering the importance of family in the area would certainly Vallantine emerged to chronicle. It seems to have died during a hunt wild boar. "
"Wild boar hunting ..." he repeated to himself Gwen, as if trying to focus on the thing.
shrugged his shoulders, like a restless horse.
"However, I see no reason not to investigate this mysterious Torchwood Scotland. Could not the archives does not mention it, what do you think, Jack? "Looked at him hopefully. But the captain's face was inscrutable.
"I say that you and Owen should go sl instead of the other disappearances that Toshiko would examine the samples of vegetable crops, and Ianto should make sure that no one sets foot in the areas of maximum development of vegetation. We do not want to answer the big bee sting like stabs. "
" And what will you do? "Gwen asked, frowning, as always when he had something to argue.
"Me?" Said Jack, and for the first time the shadow of a smile returned to curl the corner of his mouth.
"I'm going to enjoy even a little the company of our charming botanical."
"Let us know what happens when you cut off his head," Owen snorted, getting up to go.
Gwen could not hold back a fire of his eyes but strangely did not insist. Perhaps he was convinced that it would be useless, perhaps the idea that someone could run into monsters in Cardiff buzzing recalled his sense of responsibility.
"Then we go ..." said Tosh with a nervousness that was apparent from his clear way of moving, pointing with his arm in the direction of. This was very Japanese.
"Of course we are" throwing the filming Owen on the bag for testing in the field. "Move."
disappeared behind the door of the corridor north and ended with a hit sound. Ianto was still there when the echo went out, standing next to Jack that he turn the chair and looked at him, his legs crossed and hands folded on his stomach.
expectations, raising an eyebrow.
"According to the chronicles of the time Julian returned dead from the hunt, the family doctor has not left any reference to injuries or condition of the patient. Yet the only funeral was held two weeks later. "
Jack wondered as he did a sharp mind like that to hide behind a face so mild. It was incredible capacity of humans to recover from the saddest of situations, Ianto it was proof, going day after day, finding new strength.
"I also found a close correspondence between Julian and Andrew Loreing, it seems they were still friends when the teacher was studying at York. "
" You're priceless, Ianto "
Ianto paused, looking up Jack. A small smile crossed his face, making it appear instantly extraordinarily young.
"I do my best" is the screen.
"I know," he answered, his voice so low as to be barely audible in the hushed silence of the room. The same silence that enveloped them both, when the last words fell, like petals of a corolla now bare, soft thuds on which they moved their eyes, free of the reasons why.
Ianto opened his lips, not because he had nothing to add. Only, he feared that the breathing betrayed him, and that if he had not allowed the silence of entrargli inside would die, again and again, the sight of those eyes that once and for all, had overwhelmingly called when all around was only death, by imposing the most painful choices: to live ...
"It must be interesting for you to talk to him," he murmured, unable to move away from the table, and Jack. He was referring to the prisoner, of course, that man should have been dead nearly two hundred years before, but that seemed very alive and well, if you exclude the vague fog due to drugs fed into by Owen, in their interrogation room.
"You think?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow with amusement, "Frankly I'm not sure that it is not my type ..."
"Since you have a guy?" Ianto asked. Ianto impertinent, damn his eyes innocent !....
Jack stood with a grin, and pointed the finger at.
"Take heed to thyself, Ianto Jones "it warned," After all, under the influence of a drug, I might not be master of my actions. "
"I'm running a considerable risk, I am aware, sir," Ianto repeated quiet, looking straight at me.
Jack narrowed his eyes, the air between them vibrated. The base was empty, except for prisoners, as empty late in the night or in the young hours of the morning when everything is expected to begin within hours of their meetings. Jack clenched his jaw and a part of him wanted to leave everything and go wait in the his office, the other coming last peeped into his consciousness just in time to stop him. Rise then, quietly and tastefully, carefully leaving the threads of that closeness.
"Remember the beer that won yesterday, I'd like to receive the award tonight." He said getting up.
Ianto cleared his throat and checked in his notebook. "Sure." Then move the hand that shook the elegant ballpoint pen as if you just remembered something and walked to his duties.
Jack was left alone, in the main room, with the hum of cooling fans. For a while ' they remained seated, his lips resting on the index of the right hand holding thoughtfully approaches the face. In warning the prisoner observed measure steps to his own cell, stopping occasionally only to resume. If you ever had any effect the device of nice that Owen had already waned. Do not wear clothes retro, only a pair of jeans, sneakers and a red shirt. He did not look scared of travelers who had used involuntary rather looked like a caged animal. The band had given him to keep the arm still hanging loose around his neck.
Jack reached the control console and flicked open the lock of his cell, then turning on the microphone intercom: "Get out of there and take the first elevator that is, second floor, I'll wait."
The prisoner did not wait. Not bad for a man of the IXX century ...
seemed more curious than frightened by everything that her eyes could see, in that place that would have raised a lot of confusion even in individuals more 'current' than it was him.
Evidently he had seen enough of that time by not being more upset, or was an excellent dissembling.
Jack greeted him with the usual affability.
"There are coffee and desserts there. Help yourself "informed him, pointing to a low table placed under the mega-screen plasma that dominated the wall. He waited until he had served before continuing.
"In light of our recent conversation, Julian, I do not know if you are able to do something for us to help in the investigation, or we will be able to do something for you ..." I said, the tips of the fingers together, the absorbed expression.
The other looked at him puzzled.
"Help?"
"You live in an age that is not your "specific Jack, opening his hands as if he left the air flow.
"You look Essert already built, nothing to say, but maybe you need to compare yourself with someone ... someone who understands what happened to you ..."
looked into his eyes.
"Someone who understands what it means to ride the course of a life unwanted, coming and going from one world to another without belonging to any place, any time. See what I mean? "
" And would you be that someone "asked the young man, hard to say if that was searched detached tone or natural.
Jack rocked in his chair. "I saw many things, yes. ... But tell me - you get used to a more casual tone here - tell me what happened to you. How long have you here. "
Julian was holding a cup of tea, the other arm resting along the side in an almost natural way, be sure to gaze linger on every detail of the room.
"You know who I am and I do not believe a fool, you're not the police, you do game of death and never stop smiling."
"A natural talent"
Julian nodded, "I agree. How conceal your thoughts. "
Jack smiled even more. He was enjoying noticed those approaches to gain information. "How did you get in the twentieth century? Not today, not in the greenhouse is not it? "
" No, indeed. E 'already spent half a year. "
" Remarkable would say that you have not noticed before. "
" Who would notice a blacksmith? "
" It' s so that we 've earned a living? The blacksmith? "Julian shrugged
shoulders. "To make the staff are references."
"And as it happened." Insisted Jack riding time.
Julian turned to look on his face and a slow smile widened. "You how are you here?"
"Very ..."
"Very much?
"Very"
"Insist that I trust when you do not even know who you are?"
"Captain Jack Harkness, I have presented many times do you remember?"
"E are elusive. "
Jack accepted the compliment with a nod.
"Why is your name Torchwood?"
"Why not?" Jack shrugged.
"This is the name that was given to the institute since its founding. Do not be surprised if I had to do, just randomly, with your Torchwood "ventured.
"Do not be surprised or do you sure?" Asked the boy, but pretended it was not a question answered, not given to the man who still seemed him more determined to keep its secrets, and get as much information as possible without giving him anything in return.
"Do you know how it happened?" Jack continued, resting his head in hand, elbow on the armrest of the chair.
"I mean ... when you are past ..."
"What difference does it make?" Interrupted Julian, almost with irritation. As the irritation could find space in his gestures laid in his quiet voice, his expression distant.
"I came here for a long time and even where it was ignored here. I thought to be dead and they go to hell ... "
" There are few times sad, mediocre and hypocritical as this, Mr. Vallantine "sighed Jack.
"Oh yeah? You feel you belong to that era, Captain Harkness? ".
There was something crazy to sit in the locked room with no windows, talking to the man's arguments that, for all his life, Julian would be considered at the most appropriate for a gothic novel! His condition was not unfortunate enough, he had to encounter even then Jack Harkness, who spoke in riddles and held him, moreover, a prisoner!
Jack ignored the question. He did not know if you find annoying or teasing the imagination of the young, it was true that he was conducting a little. Like a game of chess not let it go without answer a question, did not reveal anything that they could not find out for themselves, had not shown any desire to rely on their help. It seemed rather a wounded animal ready to bite. The words came out almost like a reflection in a loud voice: "Where you going? What do you do without us? "
" Returning Home. "Julian put his mug on his desk and his eyes fell on the dagger that had saved Jack. He turned casually toward the exit, perhaps to hide his expression.
The screen lit up the wall and appeared Toshiko. "I'm sending Jack the samples in the laboratory, the greenhouse is sealed, but soon no longer able to contain it."
"Take away the light," whispered Julian.
"Jack?" Toshiko said he could not see them. He was silent for a moment, then in that tone he used to give confidence to repeated "Take off the light, the plants left in the dark."
Toshiko nodded and disappeared on the screen with a buzz. Even a few moments of silence, the footsteps of Julian returning to approach. Perhaps he understood, he thought Jack watching with curiosity those gray eyes, maybe it was his way of saying available. Julian placed himself close to the desk, leaned forward holding hands, leaning on his short-lived if the look of the ladies, and only when it was certain that Jack waiting for his word .. acted. He grabbed the knife with his left hand and using the right, using the full weight of the body, pushed him to Jack's desk and fled.
was the surprise, rather than the blow, to slow the reaction of Jack Harkness.
But not enough. Julian
Vallantine could also believe very smart, but that was its basis, its territory, and they needed something more than an innocuous-looking schoolboy to embarrass.
Roaring like a lion climbed over the table upset, and fell on the prisoner while the latter already earned the corridor. Julian
spun around, brandishing the knife. There was no panic to escape impromptu, in his eyes, but the firm, unwavering desire to gain their freedom at any cost, by any means. Jack
When lightning reached out to grab his arm, he did not hesitate to strike a blow to Texas, but discourage her assailant.
"Do not try to stop me!" Rebuked him in a whisper, a warning hissed between his teeth, not a pleading, nor a threat.
"In response to suit Jack smiled, made a feint to the right, then fall and spring forward, trying to overwhelm his opponent with his own weight.
He could try to convince, persuade, but the truth? The adrenaline had taken over.
Young tried to dodge it, rushing to one side, but was not fast enough, he was seized and dragged to life ground. All the air went out from the chest to the impact of a stifled curse. His back was stiff from the wound but in return was driven by the fury of anger, trying to hit Jack with the legs to detach, clutching the neck of his shirt in his fist right to take my breath away, like a fury. Rolled, once, twice, holding each other with their eyes as if will alone could decide the outcome of the meeting, they stopped only when the head of Julian leaned over the railing into the void, Jack over him, both were held by the throat with the lungs that scraped the air. Julian held the dagger in his left hand but was firmly blocked below the knee of the opponent.
"And now," asked Jack to his lips, his neck muscles to breathe hard.
Julian dropped his head back, looking below, his face flushed, then again Jack. In his eyes shone a light neutral. He did not like much to lose ... "down time" and with a flash if Jack dragged into the void.
wrecked on the table below, which is split in half with a bang, throwing everything that claimed around the room. The impact left them breathless both, for a moment.
Jack was the first to recover, and hit his opponent with a hard punch in the face.
"Jack, what's going on?"
Ianto came running, attracted by the sounds of struggle.
It took a moment to frame the situation, clear eyes wide open in surprise.
then intervened, making its way between the devastation and Julian grabbing her by the shoulders.
"In God's sake, calm down, Mr Vallantine!"
Julian on his own was now very calm, deathly calm, the peace that comes when you are given the bottom of every drop of energy and of which the dip in vacuum was the last desperate gesture. He had a broken lip, his shirt was wet with blood from the wound re-opened and breathed anguish. In fact it was not clear if Ianto hold him or sorreggesse.
Jack leaned over placing a hand on his knee, taking breath, then straightened up and rubbed his neck. Ianto knew him, was taking time to decide what to do.
"I hate to interrupt you," he began, continuing to hold Julian, "but there was another disappearance ... A school group of children, Grange Gardens. The boys are already going there "
Jack's face was crossed by a grimace of pain, impossible to say whether the news was received or the consequences of the recent struggle.
"after I finish with you," warned Julian, planting a finger at. And turning to Ianto, with a softer tone: "Put it in the cell and be ready to assist us out of here"
Ianto seemed about to protest, but his lips remained mute, and only nodded.
"Be careful" he merely said, while the captain had already started towards the exit, the pace just a bit 'wobbly.
"Always, Ianto. Still ... "she replied, glancing over his shoulder reassuringly.
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