Title: Doppelgänger
Author: Cauchemar, Arghenta
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: All those in season I and II + Julian Vallantine
Party: (3 /?)
Rating: R
PART 3
"I swear that if you were not there to scold you like schoolboys on a trip. Do you think that the way to disappear in the middle of the investigation? You know, after all, "wry smile" you do not have permission to have fun without me ... "At these words
Ianto bent his head, unable to keep from blushing, while Julian snorted a short laugh.
"How could we possibly have fun without you, Captain?" Provoked, ironically.
"If you think you need lessons, I am sure that our Ianto would be more than happy to provide" Jack said, his eyes narrowed to thin slits and reduce them to light.
"What are you talking about?" Said Ianto, eyes wide. What the hell comes to mind Jack to make some statements in front of a colleague, was also the last to arrive as Julian?
But Jack did not answer, merely shrug and laugh. Then he grabbed both, hand to shoulder, and drove them out of the Luna Park, just as Gwen's voice came back to be heard in the earpiece, to update them on recent events.
did not take long to return to base, where Tosh was waiting, alone.
"There have been reports while you were out" began to speak before the last of them was entered.
"Gwen and Owen are coming up with the bodies of the ladies Nichols, but say that the police station there was a great coming and going, and ... Jack ?!?""
His voice, surprised and alarmed, went up an octave.
"What?" Asked Jack innocent, rising from his neck, which was spreading a red shadow nivea curve, where the mouth of the Captain was supported, in a kiss that was more of a sensual bite.
Jack smiled in front of the astonished eyes of poor Tosh, but that smile Jack could be forgiven for everything and she hid her face in her hair stubbornly returning to look at his console.
"Yes. sure .. I said "tried frantically to the point where it left off. He felt all eyes on me and she seemed to be able to capture their thoughts, like a memory of the time he really could. See how it embarrasses
.
jumps on anyone if it was quite nice.
could not miss you ..
Tosh got up and ran away leaving behind comrades banned. Jack ran his hands through his hair as he followed her with his gaze and then turned toward them, with a questioning look.
"That has got now?"
Ianto's eyes went quickly from Jack to the door beyond which the girl was gone, and vice versa. Seemed undecided about what to do, but Julian forestalled him, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm going to see what happened," reassured him, smiling sympathetically.
"Do not make the slightest difference" interrupted Jack, with a shrug. "It's like all the Japanese masochist"
"What's the matter, Jack?" Scolded Ianto, while Julian was leaving in pursuit of the girl.
"But what gets to you," he said in reply.
"There a level of frustration in here that take your breath away, "he continued, making a sweeping motion with his hands. "And you're not the exception!" Pointed the finger at him.
Ianto opened his eyes, opened his mouth to reply, but Jack's hand grabbed his face and his lips came down to steal his breath, with arrogance. Ianto could not resist the kiss, not even tried it. He narrowed his eyes, while his mouth was violated, without delicacy, invaded at every turn by assault liquid, boiling, that erased all the rest, which swept away all reason and because throwing him a thousand light years from himself among the stars.
melted into the kiss, clinging to Jack, abandoning herself to his mouth demanding and unforgiving, his hands grabbed him by the hair, tirandoglieli painfully, that crinkled clothes, searching, demanding, and only the sound sadly familiar mechanics of the door which was driven forced him to return in itself. He pushed away Jack, who resisted. His lips became swollen from the kiss was redder than ever, a flower from which sinful Ianto would gladly devour fact, at that time.
"The guys ..." she whispered, not recognizing his own voice made hoarse desire.
"Fuck You" whispered Jack, in turn, his eyes dimmed, as pools of muddy water.
"Jack, Ianto, are there?"
Gwen first appeared, just as Ianto, with a great effort, turned away from Jack and his back, his hands were running feverishly to finish her hair and clothes. Gwen
steps slowed to a stop and looked at them with suspicion, the first one, then the back of the other. She had already figured out once they are in a predicament, but had arrived in the middle of the night and actually did not have to be there. But now? She felt a growing sense of anger, but the spot was too stunned and could only be justified by lifting a bag of crumpled paper.
"I have a sandwich for Tosh. It 'been in here all day. "Then he leaned a little searching for it at his console. "But where? '
Ianto was silent. He was not sure of being able to control the voice. Rather than put his hands in his pockets to ensure discretion and looked at Jack for help.
"It 's stock dropped in to compare the information with old cases." Lied to the innocence of an angel and a devil's smile. "Will you join us?"
"What were you doing?" She inquired, coming forward. Perhaps it was wrong after all getting nervous at all. His was a classic the first spark to ignite always find that it was a fluke.
He moved towards the console to support the sandwich Tosh.
Or maybe that was not a hint of jealousy? Was it not necessary to admit, at least to itself, that most of his love for Rhys called gratitude and affection, security? Who had never had the courage to throw your heart over the obstacle in accepting a report where nothing was for sure and fixed? Ianto on the other hand was a relationship without commitments: take it day by day that was. He realized that he had not heard the answer and put down the sandwich he turned to look.
"What were you doing?"
Jack was standing at the door and closed it with the security code.
"We were having fun."
"Ah, lucky you!" Gwen laughed, taking off his jacket and pulling on her hair. A laugh just a po'forzata, actually. "We were working on, just think '" he added, with a hint of bitterness.
"Work, work, work ..." Jack sighed, moving away from the door with indolent air.
"Yeah, following your orders!" She said, adding with a grin: "But I'm glad to see you, Jack!"
"Oh yes, I understand & rdquo , he said, touching his nose with his finger and looking slyly, "I knew by the smell ..."
Gwen did not understand what he meant. Not right away.
Ianto yes first flushed and then turned pale, then, took a deep breath and decided it was time to commit to doing something concrete.
Owen appeared from the staircase leading up from the lower levels.
"I fixed the two Grannies, and if any of you to something more exciting to offer me, I will begin the autopsy," he announced, stretching. "Gwen has already told you that?"
Gwen stirred, opened her lips to speak, closed it, she made a sort of gasp, and then finally was able to articulate sound makes sense: "Yes ... no ... I was going to do it ... So ..." he breathed deeply.
"While we were at the police station, was brought in a woman. He seemed in a state of confusion, but from what we understand, was there because something had happened to her child ... I mean ... "he pulled back the hair from her face, angry with Jack, and even more with itself, that allowed to make her feel that way.
"Morale 'said Owen, more and more prominent "That this had surprised her husband as he tried to drown in baby in the bath. She intervened, she managed to save the baby, but her husband killed himself - guess what'?...- throwing himself against the bathroom mirror. " Even Julian
and Tosh had returned, and had heard the last part of the speech.
"But it is not over," continued Owen, enjoying that moment of collective attention.
"As we were leaving I got a urgent communication. A boy of twenty years has tried to kill his girlfriend banging seven times at the surface. When the police arrived, he tried to kill himself, but he was stopped, and now is in solitary confinement. The girl is in hospital, we do not know if you'll pull through. "" We should talk to the boy, "Ianto offered, open to everyone, but with an eye on Jack. Which, in turn, nodded
"Why not?"
"Hey, it 'came Torchwood." Clive Parker said from his office overlooking the first floor of the station police. "I told myself, that the boy smelled it a mile away." Behind him, Andy Davidson got in a hurry to see as well. 'There is also Gwen? "Getting up to watch in turn.
"Gwen? Gwen? But you know you're just hopeless? Those are living on another planet, look good. "
The SUV was stopped just opposite the main entrance oblivious to the yellow stripe of a ban. Clive would not be surprised if he had said it was a coded signal to tell the government "reserved Torchwood." Oh, no, now not surprised about anything, but would nevertheless continue to be angry. He had to close the deal for months between the salary to be hungry that he gave food to ward off drunken husbands and evicted from home when he had strangled his wife. His ex-wife. But despite this, any file that could give some interest to his work, wake up a bit 'of his curiosity is dying, he was always taken out of hand by those dudes. See how you were dressed. One had a coat that would be fine for carnival, complete with gallons. Clive strained eyes. There was no doubt it was he, what comes with a smile a wall that made you want to give the other side. Jack Harkness, and how if he remembered that name, is always presented as if for the first time they met. After all, how much to expect the head of Torchwood would remember a nobody like him? ...
The Japanese man pulled from the face, were all there. And that? Ah, look at that ', found another dude with long hair, maybe it was believed a singer.
Last but not least, here is get the little Gwen. How God had changed! He had been ruined. If he still remembered his first day of service shy and awkward, with a hat too big kick in the head. Time seemed to pull out of some movie. He saw her stop and look up at his old office. Andy
next to him was no longer in the skin.
"Give" makes me Clive. "We're looking for, we go to them before anyone else does." He picked up his badge and walked, Andy behind him seemed regressed to the stage of a schoolboy.
At the sight of Andy Gwen's face broke into a wide smile, which was now concealed by the presence of colleagues. Gwen knew that was stupid, but he felt embarrassed to express their feelings in the presence of boys, and Jack in particular. It was an attitude petty and certainly did not honor. A bit like if, at school, she had entered into the clique of the most popular guys and could not give more confidence to the other ...
Certainly the attitude of Owen, Jack, Tosh even, did not help. If this' last was limited to maintain a reserve so, looking in the direction of the agents as if his eyes did not even saw them, Owen was not some mystery of the contempt he felt for those who appeared in his eyes the same way as employees. As for Jack, the few times that he had deigned to speak to Andy, Gwen had felt embarrassed about his old friend. Captain at times had the power to make people feel so completely stupid !!!...
"Hello" greeted Clive Parker, standing in all his considerable stature, but did not exceed that of its counterpart.
"Good morning," said Jack, fermandoglisi in his own hand, and only because he had saved before. It was quite obvious that quell'interferenza regarded as less irritating.
"I guess you are here for Peter Hastings," Parker continued the agent, without being intimidated. "Torchwood, right ?..." said, ironic.
"Yeah," nodded Jack, "and if we're done wasting time with pleasantries, would we do our job."
Gwen frowned. It was not like Jack to be so ugly, even with the scum! Parker
not clouded. He was angry and that's it. If they were not at the police station, but in a pub if he had not worn the uniform, but a T-shirt of Cardiff City Football Club, if it was not in service ... He could go on hours to imagine what it would do to that beautiful face of a glossy magazine if the contingencies were not so bad, but the owner of the face did not seem all that time.
"We accompany you, "he muttered, throwing a last look grim before giving back.
"Luckily, I was starting to turn me ...." he whispered Jack, but with a high enough volume for Parker, not only he could hear it.
The policeman stiffened and swelled his chest, Gwen first thought that Jack would be shot to center with one of his proverbial punches, but the weather must have put a bit 'of salt to the old Clive. Equally
testosterone level between those two was reaching alarming levels, and without even a valid reason. He took Jack's arm and forced him to turn around long enough to warn him with one of her looks more grim, shadowed by black fringe on the forehead.
"What are you thinking? We are at home, you may not be more polite? "
" Homesick Gwen? If you want you can always come back. "Icy he said, leaving her speechless watching him turn around and go, too stunned to even get angry.
It surpass her advancing Owen hands in his pockets looking policewomen pretty close, he saw Ianto and Julian share a silent glances and finally Toshiko that she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, come the "incited, but not the usual sweetness in her voice. He looked straight ahead, where the Captain was disappearing behind a bend in the corridor and the front was marked by a frown of concern. Gwen, angry with herself for that childish reaction, did not need to repeat and she was right behind.
The safety cell is in the basement, away from each output. It was a precaution more formal than necessary because who ever would have dreamed of escape from a police station that swarmed like a hive? It also responded to the same script every other aspect of the area of detention: painting that begged to be cooled by some year, an incandescent lamp with an orphan of his dish and two doors down the hall. The first gave the observation room, the second on the small interrogation room. Gwen came when everyone was inside the first one except Jack, Andy and Clive still on the floor in the middle of yet another confrontation.
Nobody noticed Gwen when he put his head inside the observation room. Everyone was busy in his own way.
"So ... how you work here?" Asked Priscilla Owen Miller, a girl who was still a beginner when she was gone. I wonder if he had taken his place at the end, there were no so many women police. And then he had at least ten years younger than Owen., Or her, she thought angrily. Julian continued to talk softly and Ianto and Toshiko had now joined them. All this Gwen caught him with a look as soon as his attention, and not only her, was attracted by the powerful voice of Jack.
"So you want me say you have an unstable young man with a phobia for the mirrors and you have put in a room where a whole wall can send him into paranoia? Pull him out of there now! Now! Now! "
" No way either. "Clive said at that point seemed to have had enough. "That young man is a murderess unstable and so far has not shown any reaction against that mirror, and is secured to the handcuffs will not try to break it with his head."
"Maybe you did not understood , mine is an order, and now want to find you if you do not obey degraded to assist the elderly. "Jack shouted in his face, his eyes furious that altered the handsome features.
all were silent in the hallway. Clive Parker
trembled with anger, and God only knew if he had every reason to do it! Gwen was concluded that if he had not thrown a punch at Jack, this time she would have done, when Ianto came forward, put his hand on the arm of the Captain, in a gesture of polite, but firm, and forced him to watch it.
"Lord, I believe that the agent Parker and Davidson will be more than willing to talk with us wherever we face the suspect comfortable." I looked clear to the two agents, imploring an understanding that - he knew - were not required to reserve.
Jack shook his hand off with a gesture of annoyance, but Ianto grabbed him again, unflappable, determined, force it to again look upon him, who had made cold and hard as the heart of a permanent glacier.
Gwen interjected, smiling awkwardly to two former colleagues.
"Guys, if ok with you, we will move into the next room ... If Hastings Captain Harkness believes that the presence of the mirror can affect the outcome of the interrogation, and oh ..." he glanced at Jack , biting his lip.
"All right, Gwen," Andy muttered, clearly annoyed by the behavior of Harkness, but unable to refuse a favor to former colleague.
"Just ask politely, things ... "he added, morose.
Jack placed himself at the door of the cell monitoring, arms folded behind him in the chest while Ianto was placed at a respectful distance and Gwen had gone with others in the adjoining room to avoid being a hindrance. Parker entered the interrogation room and leaned on the chair to break the shackles that had bound the young man, shook his fist in his shirt at the neck by pulling up to avoid rash.
"Wake up boy, do not you lift the weight." Urged the weary cop who already felt so exhausted that situation incongruous as to seem almost a joke.
would now do anything because the great heroes of Torchwood they left as soon as possible, taking with him the problems and arrogance.
The young man did not oppose any resistance, but not even met him. Clive had seen it happen more than once already in his years of distinguished service as suffering: the first killed
darkened by anger or despair, then as if the touch of madness had left them as a passing cloud annihilated under the weight of its own actions and closed in on itself. It was the repressive forces of the mind which could also affect the most innocent old lady, or was it just something in the wind to unlock them? It mattered little, since there remained no more nor the victim nor his murderess.
What sad thoughts, all the fault of the phone call to his wife that made him sad, or the boy who had ruined her life, or the coffee machine that day was truly undrinkable. That day was not the best. Torchwood that it removed the balls soon! ...
sighed and turned to the mirror glass from which he knew that the large group was watching him. That was one of the reasons why they had always rejected as an inspector, he could not avoid looking in that direction: to know without being able to see, see only his reflection in the knowledge that others were looking at him gave him the feeling of having a ghost behind.
At first I did not even realize you made the alarm bell that rang in my head. Deep in thought, he had caught something incongruous but his mind could not understand what he saw and left him abandoned as a body without a guide. Another Clive Parker was standing in front of him, pale under the cold light of neon, a little 'heavy than the image he had of himself, but still in force despite the hair a bit' thin and white, without suspended in midair with one hand to tighten ... nothing.
the boy in his hands the mirror had no trace.
In the next room, saw him hang like a pillar of salt, his mouth half open with astonishment. The young man began to break away suddenly Hastings, senseless screaming sounds, catching by surprise the cop got out of hand, knocking him to the ground with his shoulder and narrow as it was still above cadendogli fist Clive to his jersey.
Gwen screamed and ran towards the entrance of the cell followed by Owen.
Julian put his palm against the glass as if it could pass through it.
Ianto saw Jack put his hand in his coat and pull out the gun, load it and point at it with a fluid motion. She saw him come in with one foot in front of the other arms outstretched, and before he was able to get itself heard two shots in close succession. There was a stifled gasp
then everything was silent in the room and in the building. Ianto ran next to Jack, ready to carry out his every order, but what he saw left him speechless. The young man was down on the Hastings police officer with a purple flower that it was expanding on the back. The abandoned arms, right wrist still in a closed throttle orphan, the head thrown back with eyes blind.
noticed Ianto, leaning on the young and not wanting hesitating move. The felt the jugular, but there was no sign of heart and lips pursed in a slot of a pent-up anger. Owen felt already trying to take off in the hallway.
"Without Andy, wait!" This was Gwen who was holding his former colleague.
Ianto breathed, he realized that you wait, you want to hear anything of not having to face his fear. Then he clenched his teeth and leaned over the boy's body, where Clive Parker had not moved nor had his voice heard lavish colorful curses.
The pale face was painted by Clive still wonder, as if death had been just a bad joke to cap a day started badly.
And then it was a deafening silence.
Ianto stood up, looking at Jack in disbelief. Gwen saw grab the collar of his coat, tugging violently. "What did you do?!" He asked.
"What did you do?!" Gwen said again, jerking violently, but so worth it groped to move a tree. Nor the furious voice of the girl, who kept slamming in his face that question, the captain seemed to arouse any reaction, if not a blatant intolerance.
Gwen grabbed her wrists and pulled if off, going along the corridor from which they came, oblivious to the agitated attempts to save the agent on the ground.
When it passed by a retired Tosh instinctively flattened against the wall, as if she was terrified at the thought that he could touch her.
"Where are you, Ianto?" Asked Julian, pale, knelt at the side of Owen, his pants stained with blood.
Ianto did not answer.
looked at the young Scot, then the corridor along which Jack had disappeared. If someone else paid any attention to him he gave no see.
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