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Just crossed 30,000 words on this my third ever story in Torchwood.
Hi, Torchwood. Hello there. It is possible that I have jumped in with both feet. *facepalm*
Still PG-13, though. *facepalm forever*
ETA: By request, a snippet - comprised of the first 1% of the story, unbetaed, wildly cliff-hang-y, caveat lector, no lifeguards, etc.
Working Title: Torchwood Fic of Doooooooom.
Owen's voice sounded perfectly normal over Ianto's comm, with that hint of bored impatience that marked half the things Owen ever said. "Ianto, would you come down to autopsy? I need another pair of hands on this thing."
Ianto had no idea what "this thing" was, but he suspected it was going to turn out to be messy. Still, likely more interesting than door duty. "On my way."
Ianto locked up and then headed down into the Hub, glancing over at Jack's office, and then up at the conference room, automatically as he passed. Jack was nowhere to be seen, nor was Gwen. Tosh was at her workstation, tapping away at something, and Ianto walked on without disturbing her.
Ianto was halfway down the steps into the autopsy room before he realized there was nothing on the gleaming steel table. "Owen? You said you needed--"
"Yeah," Owen said, turning to face him with an ugly-looking hypodermic in his hand. "Not your hands so much as the rest of you. Lie down on the table, please, Ianto."
Ianto backed up a step without taking his eyes off Owen, and then froze at the unmistakable sound of Jack's revolver cocking behind him.
"Ianto, do as Owen says."
Ianto slowly raised both hands, fingers spread wide, and then just as slowly turned his head to look up at Jack. He had his gun trained steadily on Ianto, standing at the top of the steps. Gwen stood six feet beyond him, her automatic in her hand, covering Ianto from another angle.
"Jack," Ianto said as steadily as he could, panic starting to speed his heart, sweat breaking out down his back. "What..."
What did I do, what's gotten into all of you--
"We're not going to hurt you," Jack said, and Ianto had a sudden, complete understanding of why that sentence was never, ever actually reassuring.
Hi, Torchwood. Hello there. It is possible that I have jumped in with both feet. *facepalm*
Still PG-13, though. *facepalm forever*
ETA: By request, a snippet - comprised of the first 1% of the story, unbetaed, wildly cliff-hang-y, caveat lector, no lifeguards, etc.
Working Title: Torchwood Fic of Doooooooom.
Owen's voice sounded perfectly normal over Ianto's comm, with that hint of bored impatience that marked half the things Owen ever said. "Ianto, would you come down to autopsy? I need another pair of hands on this thing."
Ianto had no idea what "this thing" was, but he suspected it was going to turn out to be messy. Still, likely more interesting than door duty. "On my way."
Ianto locked up and then headed down into the Hub, glancing over at Jack's office, and then up at the conference room, automatically as he passed. Jack was nowhere to be seen, nor was Gwen. Tosh was at her workstation, tapping away at something, and Ianto walked on without disturbing her.
Ianto was halfway down the steps into the autopsy room before he realized there was nothing on the gleaming steel table. "Owen? You said you needed--"
"Yeah," Owen said, turning to face him with an ugly-looking hypodermic in his hand. "Not your hands so much as the rest of you. Lie down on the table, please, Ianto."
Ianto backed up a step without taking his eyes off Owen, and then froze at the unmistakable sound of Jack's revolver cocking behind him.
"Ianto, do as Owen says."
Ianto slowly raised both hands, fingers spread wide, and then just as slowly turned his head to look up at Jack. He had his gun trained steadily on Ianto, standing at the top of the steps. Gwen stood six feet beyond him, her automatic in her hand, covering Ianto from another angle.
"Jack," Ianto said as steadily as he could, panic starting to speed his heart, sweat breaking out down his back. "What..."
What did I do, what's gotten into all of you--
"We're not going to hurt you," Jack said, and Ianto had a sudden, complete understanding of why that sentence was never, ever actually reassuring.