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Hope (Epilogue)

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 23:16:16 GMT

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Ianto and the Doctor looked up as Hope came charging into the console room, The five year old looked more like she should be renamed Chaos right now, her dark, silky hair was half brushed, her hazel eyes alight with mischief as she ran. Jack had obviously managed to lever their admittedly tomboyish daughter into a pretty blue dress, but she had apparently then staged a jail break.

“No running in the console room,” the Doctor reminded her as Ianto moved to intercept, sweeping her up in his arms and tickling the bottom of one bare foot until she howled with laughter.

“Tad,” she squealed, kicking ineffectually to try to get her foot out of his reach.

“Why are you running away from Daddy? I thought you wanted to look nice today,” he said.

“Did, do, don’t like when Daddy brushes my hair, like better when Tad or Papa does it,” she pouted.

“That is because I always seem to get you after you’ve been rolling around in the garden to tangle it into knots, heathen,” Jack chided with amusement, coming in to retrieve her.

“Come on imp, we don’t want to be late today, I’ll come and help Daddy get you ready,” Ianto said,

The Doctor grinned after them as the two left the room, shaking his head as he checked the settings, he would never have thought after the Time War that he could be this happy again, two incredible mates, a beautiful daughter, and unless he was very much mistaken, Jack was pregnant again, although the immortal had said nothing yet. He didn’t blame him, really, given that it had taken both Ianto and the Doctor a good three years to stop treating him like they thought he was breakable after Hope’s birth.

Ianto’s presence had seemingly worked wonders in getting Hope presentable, they were back in under 10 minutes, her hair now pulled back in a glossy braid, the blue dress complemented with blue patent shoes and little white socks. Ianto had even managed to prize Jack out of his retro military look, he was now wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and blue tie, while Ianto was in his normal attire of a smart suit.

“Wow, you three look stunning,” he said.

“Why thank you, I don’t suppose there is any chance we’re going to get you to wear something else is there?” Ianto asked.

“Nope, no chance at all, hang on, we’re landing,” the Doctor laughed.

Ianto dropped into the seat, holding Hope tightly as the TARDIS rocked, rolling his eyes as Jack leaned nonchalantly against the railing, riding out the turbulence. They landed with a thud, and Hope wriggled out of his grip, sliding off the seat and scampering over to the Doctor,

“We go and see Auntie Martha now?”

”Yep, and the others too,”

“Good,” she said, going over to wait impatiently at the door,

“I think our lady would like to go now,” the Doctor grinned,

“Yeah, getting that impression,” Jack laughed.

They stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around the park they had landed in.

“Where are we supposed to be meeting them?” Ianto asked.

“Here, apparently, incoming,” Jack laughed, seeing both Martha and Tom sprinting over.

“It is so good to see you lot, we weren’t sure if you were going to make it in time.”

“We wouldn’t miss this; we’re not late, are we?” Jack asked, hugging her.

“No, we haven’t even started the picnic yet, we’ve plenty of time, and this isn’t little miss Hope is it, my how you’ve grown.”

“Auntie Martha,” she squealed, holding her arms up in silent request. Martha grinned and swung the little girl up onto her hip, hugging her.

“Who else is here?” the Doctor asked.

“Tosh and Owen of course, Rhys and Faith,”

“How is Rhys?”

“He’s doing ok, I think he might be seeing someone now, but I’m not sure,”

“I’m glad, I didn’t think he would ever get over seeing Gwen killed like that,” Jack sighed.

That was the first thing that had called them back to Earth, after their departure, Gwen’s funeral had been a sad affair on a rainy day. She had been killed by a Weevil defending Rhys and six month old Faith from it.

The second return to Earth had been much happier, Martha and Tom’s wedding, they had introduced Ianto’s mum to Hope then too, she had been very understanding about the very unusual relationship her son was involved in, and now they came to Earth quite frequently to visit her, and their old friends from Torchwood.

Now finally a wedding that in Ianto’s opinion was long overdue.

“Here they are, the bride and groom,” Martha laughed as they reached a picnic set up in a patch of shade, Rhys was sitting with three year old Faith on his lap, she looked startlingly like a miniature Gwen, dark hair, big eyes, but when she grinned at the sight of Hope, there was no gap in her teeth, and across from them, Tosh and Owen sat together, shoulder to shoulder.

Tosh blushed when Jack leaned down to kiss her, but Owen really should have known better than to protest, he had known Jack long enough after all.

“Geroff, Muppet, eew,” he choked, shoving Jack away when he got a greeting kiss too.

“What, I thought you were feeling left out,” Jack said as everyone laughed at Owen.

“I thought you two would have had him leashed by now,” Owen protested to Jack and the Doctor, generating more laughter.

“So, you two finally getting hitched then,” Ianto said, changing the subject rapidly, and tugging Jack down between him and the Doctor so that they would have a shot at making him behave.

“Yeah, well, you know,” Owen blushed, wrapping his hand around Tosh’s.

“You two are so cute,” Jack laughed, making the Doctor frown at an odd déjà vu, when had Jack said that before? He shrugged it off, it wasn’t important. Nothing was important but the here and now, and the future, he mused, watching as Hope and Faith scampered off together to play in the sunlight, the past was just that, past.

The End.

Hope (Part 16)

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 23:20:25 GMT

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“Jack, damn it, we need to get you downstairs, you’re bleeding,” Owen said, fighting to keep his panic under control, babysitting the heavily pregnant Jack was one thing, an emergency was quite another.

“Hurts, Owen,” he moaned, trying to curl up in a ball.

“I know, I need you to help me out here Jack, I need to get you downstairs,” Owen said, trying to tug Jack up.

“No, TARDIS, into TARDIS,” Jack gasped.

“I can’t…”

“She’ll let you in, need to be in there,” Jack insisted, fumbling his key out and pushing it into Owen’s hand.

Swearing, the doctor pulled Jack up, staggering as he supported nearly all of his weight to the TARDIS, thrusting the key into the lock and twisting. The door swung open and he pulled Jack inside, barely pausing at the sight of the console room.

“Where now?”

“Doors,” Jack grunted, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the doors on the far side of the room, he didn’t think that it was possible for the pain to get any worse, but it was building in intensity, and he could feel the clammy blood soaking the sweat pants he was wearing.

“Stay with me Jack, come on, stay with me,” Owen murmured, Jack was virtually unconscious now.

Pulling him through the doors indicated, he found himself in a high tech medical room, there was a visible shimmer, and the couch in the center of the room changed into a surgical table. Taking the hint, Owen got Jack onto it, looking around, he saw a pair of sharp scissors and grabbed them, cutting the clothing away, leaving Jack naked on the table, he could see now just how much blood the man was losing.

“Shit, Jack, can you hear me? Jack?”

“Cut…….” Jack groaned.

“What?”

“Baby…out…now. Not…let…my…baby…die,” he whispered.

“All right, hang in there for me Jack,” Owen said, his eyes examining the room more closely, looking for anything he could recognize as a surgical instrument, or somewhere he could scrub up.

He knew that his priority was getting this baby out alive, Jack would come back if he died, odds were, this child wouldn’t. He remembered being told that this ship was sentient, and he had seen the table change in front of his eyes, feeling like a bit of a tit doing it, he hunched his shoulders and took a deep breath.

“I need to scrub up, sterilize myself, and I need surgical implements I can use,” he said to empty air.

There was a low buzz, and blue light hit him, running over him from head to toe. He saw Jack’s blood fizz and vanish from his skin, and when it faded away, his skin was faintly pink, and tingling as if he’d run a scrubbing brush over his whole body, even his clothes were cleaned of every trace of blood and dirt from hitting the hub floor, and a tray of familiar instruments, along with a cap, gown and gloves appeared near the table,

“Jack too please,” he said with more confidence as he hurried over and pulled on the gear, hearing the low buzz again and seeing a flare of blue out of the corner of his eye as he pulled the tray toward the bed.

“Jack…”

“Save…baby.”

Owen picked up the scalpel, swallowing hard against a fresh surge of panic as he regarded the heavily pregnant man in front of him, it went against his instincts to do this, no anesthetic, no support team, but Jack was…Jack. Resting one hand on top of the bump, Owen made the first cut. Jack gasped once, the added pain sending him crashing into unconsciousness.

xxx

Gwen led the way into the Hub with Martha as Tosh and the Doctor supported Ianto between them, the younger man’s shirt soaked in blood down one side from a gunshot wound in his shoulder, his arm supported in a makeshift sling made from two ties that the Doctor had dug up from somewhere. They heard a mournful cry from somewhere above, and looked up to see Myfanwy circling the water tower, but there was no movement other than that.

“Where are Owen and Jack?” Ianto asked fuzzily.

The Doctor’s sharp hazel eyes ran over the Hub, seeing the blood, and the thin trail of it running to the closed door of the TARDIS.

“No, oh Gods no, not now,” the Doctor whispered, gently passing Ianto fully into Tosh’s grip and running to the doors. They remained stubbornly closed against him.

“Doctor?” Ianto asked,

“She won’t let me in,” he whispered, stunned.

“What’s happening?” Ianto pressed.

“Something is wrong with Jack or the baby, and she won’t let me inside,” the Doctor replied.

“That could be a good thing though, right? I mean, if it was really bad, if they were dead, she wouldn’t stop you getting to them, maybe she won’t let you in because Owen is doing all right on his own, and she doesn’t want to interrupt,” Tosh suggested hesitantly.

The Doctor stepped slowly back from the doors, visibly pulling himself together as he turned to look at Ianto, still leaning into Tosh.

“Come on Ianto, if we can’t get to the medical bay inside the TARDIS, we’ll go with the primitive technology available here to at least start fixing you up,” he said, coming to resume his place supporting the younger man as they guided him toward the steps down to Owen’s domain.

“But…Jack,” Ianto protested, crying out in pain as he twisted to look back over his shoulder.

“Let Owen worry about Jack, and we’ll worry about you,” Martha said quietly.

“Less of the 'we', Dr. Jones. Toshiko, could you start a preliminary work up on Martha, please, just to make sure there are no nasty surprises to be expected from the Mayfly that was inside her.”

“Of course,” Tosh said, peeling off with Martha to one of the smaller examination rooms deeper in the Hub.

“Sit there,” the Doctor said to Ianto, helping him sit up on the autopsy table, ignoring Gwen, who had settled herself on the upper level to watch.

Taking off the makeshift sling, he cut away the already ruined shirt, and examined the wound.

“Looks ok, considering, bullet went through, we’ll clean it up for now, and then worry about fixing it properly when we get back into the TARDIS,” the Doctor said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Ianto’s temple without giving it a thought, until he heard Gwen catch a breath behind them. Rolling his eyes, he smirked at Ianto, and they continued to ignore her as he focused on the wounded Ianto.

“Do you really think Jack and the baby are going to be ok?” Ianto asked miserably.

“If the TARDIS won’t let me in, she’s content enough that Owen knows what he’s doing, and she thinks I’ll be a distraction, or worse, in the way. We have to believe she knows what she’s doing Ianto,” he said, starting to disinfect the wound.

Half an hour later, he had the wound cleaned, bandaged and supported in a proper sling, and he knew that they couldn’t ignore Gwen any longer. He glanced up at her as he helped Ianto off the table, seeing her nearly vibrating with righteous indignation.

“Problem, Miss Cooper?” he asked.

“You…you, Jack is pregnant with your child, and you just…you and Ianto, carrying on under his nose,” she yelled.

Martha and Tosh had arrived just before she launched her little tirade, and Martha’s jaw dropped when she heard her. Grabbing Gwen and spinning her around, Martha hauled off and slapped her across the face, hard enough to knock the already off balance woman to the floor.

“How dare you? How dare you make assumptions and accusations about something you know nothing about? From what I understand, you are not in a position to be throwing stones, and their house, unlike yours, isn’t glass. The man they love, and their child, might be dying in there, and you want to stick your oar in something that is no concern of yours at all?” she yelled at the startled woman.

Gwen pressed her hand to her stinging cheek, looking up at the incensed Martha through teary eyes.

“Oh, grow up, turning on the waterworks just because you got a well deserved slap. You’re not five years old, so stop acting like a toddler who’s just been yelled at by mummy for throwing a tantrum,” Tosh snapped impatiently.

The Doctor and Ianto had come up the stairs while they had been yelling at Gwen, and now the Doctor rested a hand on Martha’s shoulder while Ianto put his good hand on Tosh’s.

“Come on, we can go and wait out there for the TARDIS to open the doors,” the Doctor said as they guided them out, leaving Gwen sitting on the floor, alone with her thoughts.

They were all startled to see Owen leaning in the TARDIS doorway, looking pale, and tired and bloody.

“All the yelling done now?” he asked sarcastically.

“Owen, how are Jack and the baby?” Ianto demanded, starting forward, Owen moved from the doorway to block him, glaring at both him and the Doctor.

“He thought you two were dead. All we heard was the shooting and the yelling, and you wouldn’t answer on the comm. He thought the two of you were fucking dead.” Owen hissed angrily.

“What happened?” the Doctor asked.

“I don’t know if he banged himself getting up, or if he simply moved too sharply or quickly. There was a grade 3 placental abruption, 70% separation; there wasn’t even enough time to drug him before I had to cut. Jack bled out on the table.”

“And the baby?” this time it was Martha who pressed.

“A little on the small side, only five pounds one, but seems healthier than a human preemie would be after such a traumatic birth, and all the lights on the incubator that the ship produced are green, so I assume that is a good thing.”

“The baby is alive?” the Doctor breathed, sagging back into the nearest seat.

“She’s alive and kicking. Jack is back too, but he’s not conscious yet,” Owen said, finally getting out of the way to allow them into the TARDIS.

“A girl,” Ianto laughed, pulling the Doctor up and into a one armed hug.

They led the way into the TARDIS without further hesitation, heading for the medical bay, which the TARDIS had now put back where it belonged. Owen looked confused at the fact that it wasn’t where it had been a few minutes before, but gamely kept his mouth shut, determined not to say anything stupid.

The room had changed again when they reached it, Jack now lying once more in a standard medical bed, the monitor in the head chiming a regular, but somewhat slow beat over the unconscious man. The incubator was a few feet from the bed, the tiny little baby inside kicking and flexing her fingers slightly as she slept. The Doctor automatically checked all of the readings for himself, confirming Owen’s diagnosis; the baby was small, but healthy.

“Oh my God, she’s gorgeous,” Tosh breathed, looking at the sleeping baby as the little rosebud mouth open in a tiny yawn or sigh.

Ianto was staring wide eyed in awe at the tiny little girl, this little life that he was now in part responsible for raising and guiding through life almost overwhelmed. He felt the Doctor kiss his forehead again as he stared at her, before the Time Lord passed him to check on Jack.

xxx

Ianto and the Doctor were still in medical, the Doctor cradling the baby against his chest as he fed her the formula that the TARDIS had made specifically, Ianto sitting beside Jack, who still hadn’t woken. It had been several hours since they had chased the others out, telling them to sleep, so the sound of hesitant footsteps startled them both. Looking up, they saw Gwen hovering in the doorway.

“What do you want?” Ianto asked coolly.

“I wanted to apologize, they were right; I was out of line before.”

“Yes, you were,” the Doctor agreed.

“I’m sorry; it was none of my business. I’m glad that the baby is ok, how’s Jack?” she asked, stepping a little further into the room.

“Still out, he’ll wake up when he’s ready,” the Doctor sighed, smiling down at the baby as she echoed the sigh, turning away from the bottle. The Doctor offered it to her again, but she turned away once more, so he figured she had had enough, winding her gently, he returned her to the incubator.

“Tosh said she was beautiful, she was right. Have you named her yet?” Gwen asked.

“Not until Jack is awake, he carried her, he died for her to be born safely, he names her,” the Doctor said firmly.

“Hope,” the voice was tired, faint, but it carried to the other people in the room.

“Our daughter’s name is Hope,” Jack said.

Tbc (Epilogue to come)

Well, that’s it, the end is nigh and the title of the story is explained. ;)

Hope (Part 15)

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 22:54:03 GMT

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Jack looked at Owen as the younger man sat waiting for an answer at the end of the couch.

“No, we’re not coming back.”

“Were you going to tell us, if we hadn’t had to call you back like this?”

“Of course, we would have told you when we came back to pick Martha up, after the baby was born,” Jack said, registering a surprised look on Owen’s face.

“What?”

“I would have thought she’d…Martha isn’t going back, she asked us for a job because she was staying on Earth. I thought she would have told you before she left.”

“No, she didn’t say a word. I…I guess we didn’t exactly make her feel like there was much space for her in our little unit,” he sighed, stroking his hand over his stomach absently.

“Well, whatever the reason, she came to us looking for a job, although, this might have changed her mind.”

“No, Martha Jones doesn’t run when the going gets tough, that isn’t who she is. I would have wanted to talk to you anyway; I’m planning on turning joint control of Torchwood three over to you and Toshiko. It will take the two of you, I think, to rein in Gwen’s more bleeding heart idiocy. She is good at what she can handle, investigations, profiling, liaising, being the sympathetic face for victims, but she’s too damn idealistic, and she’ll eventually get the lot of you killed if she’s left in charge.”

“She won’t like it,” Owen said.

“She doesn’t need to like it, just accept it.”

There was a crackle from the comm. and Toshiko’s soft voice followed a moment later.

“We’re in,”

Owen got up and hurried over to the system.

“Confirmed, we’re monitoring. Be careful you lot.”

xxx

Dr. Aaron Copley watched the computer screens monitoring the Mayfly that Sam Jones, or whatever the hell her name really was, had been infected with, ignoring the sound of her struggling against her restraints behind him. The door slammed open, and two unfamiliar men burst in, one of them leveling a gun on Copley as the other, wearing a blue pinstripe suit slipped a pair of glasses on and pushed past, toward the struggling woman on the table.

“What have you done to her?” the young man with the gun demanded, gesturing him away from the middle of the room with the gun.

“Tell me that’s not Reset,” the man in the suit groaned, starting to check the woman over quickly.

“She has survived the larval stage, the only subject ever to do so,” Copley said, pride in his voice, mutating to curiosity as he continued.

“It’s fascinating, turns out these bugs practice sibling cannibalism, only the strongest individual is left now. God knows what happens next.”

“You need to put a stop to this,” the Doctor demanded, looking up at the insane human ‘scientist’ Ianto was keeping corralled across the room.

“I can’t. I don’t know how,” he added hurriedly as Ianto raised the gun meaningfully.

xxx

Gwen and Tosh broke into a dingy looking outbuilding, guns drawn and ready as they carefully moved through the pools of shadow toward where they could hear the soft sounds of movement.

They paused when they saw a woman in a white coat working at some kind of machine, lifting out jars of a pinkish fluid.

“Put your hands above your head,” Gwen ordered firmly, stepping out with her gun leveled. The woman obeyed without a word, watching them warily as they moved closer to where she stood, their eyes taking in what she had been doing.

“Bloody hell,” Tosh breathed, horrified.

xxx

The Doctor watched in horror as Martha’s stomach undulated with the movement of the thing inside her, wincing at her moans of pain.

“Ianto, this thing is killing her,” he said softly.

“What are we going to do?”

“Stay calm, there has to be something….,’ the Doctor paced frantically, his hands scrubbing through his hair as the thought, ideas whirling across his mind before being dismissed equally quickly.

“Of course,” he whispered, scrabbling frantically in his pockets, he pulled out two screwdrivers, his own sonic, and the laser screwdriver the master had built.

xxx

Gwen and Tosh were both staring at a Weevil, imprisoned inside a tube of some kind, connected to tubes. It looked lost, miserable, afraid and alone, they had never seen one looking like this before, even the ones they had captured in the Hub didn’t look so unhappy.

“What’s happening here?” Gwen asked, feeling ill.

“This is what the Pharm is all about. We farm captive aliens for the exotic chemical products they metabolize.”

“What the hell do you get from a Weevil?” Tosh demanded.

“Some pesticides, and a quite powerful chemical defoliant, but the Weevils aren’t what are going to clinch the Nobel for us,” she said, walking deeper into the room, them following close at her heels as she stopped in front of another tube.

“The Mayfly, our feedstock for Reset, given time we’ll tweak the product for human use, and then it will be bigger than penicillin.”

Gwen looked at the Mayfly pityingly as it banged against the glass, wanting to be free.

Tosh turned away, leaving Gwen to handle the woman, she tapped her earpiece.

“Doctor, I can give you a report on Zone A. They’re holding dozens of creatures captive down here, they seem to be using them as test subjects,” she said.

xxx

The Doctor didn’t even look up from where he was frantically working on the two screwdrivers as he distractedly tapped the comm. Ianto had made him wear,

“Understood Toshiko. Is there any way you can shut them down, permanently?”

“This place is a torture chamber,” Ianto hissed at Copley, his grip tightening on his gun.

“I don’t need to debate medical ethics with you,” Copley said dismissively.

“You abused the Mayfly, turned them into parasites.”

“We didn’t understand how the Mayfly reproduced. We tried to limit the damage.”

“By murdering people?” Ianto snorted disbelievingly.

“They were going to die anyway. We’re on the edge of the greatest discovery in history. That’s got to be worth a few sacrifices, you must understand that, Torchwood is involved in alien research.”

“Not like this,”

The Doctor looked up briefly from where he was still adjusting the screwdrivers.

“We’re closing this place down.”

“In your dreams, this is a state of the art, official facility,” Copley sneered.

“Oh, we’re not going to do it by sending a memo, we’re in control of your IT systems, as we speak, we’re crashing your databanks, wiping your records,” Ianto said almost cheerfully.

“That’s cyber terrorism,”

“And that’s just for starters. We’re going to trip the systems on your fire, radiation and biohazard safety networks, the power will cut, the sprinklers will be activated, and a large part of this facility will be sealed and flooded with inert gasses,” Ianto told him.

“The aliens will die,” Copley tried desperately.

“They’re already dying,” Ianto tossed his own statement back in his face, “this way they’ll be put out of their misery.”

“For Gods sake, we’re on the same side,” the scientist said angrily.

“No, combating hostile aliens is one thing, but this…this is slavery, exploitation, a war crime,” Ianto hissed.

Martha started to convulse against the table, and the Doctor cursed softly, hoping he had done this right.

“Ianto, I need your help,” he said.

Ianto hurried over to hold her still as they Doctor unfastened the last of the straps holding her in place. He peripherally noticed Copley taking the opportunity to slip out of the room, but Martha was more important right now. The Doctor checked the settings on the cobbled together sonic laser screwdriver, and whispered a silent prayer to Gods hadn’t believed in when Gallifrey did still exist, and told Ianto to get out of the way. Fixing his eyes on the readings flitting over the monitor screens, he took a deep breath, and activated the device.

Martha sat up, gasping sharply, her eyes wide and shocked, before she slumped back against the table, all of the monitors echoing a single, shrill note, death.

“What have I done?” the Doctor whispered.

They stood, unable to move, staring at her, neither of them having any idea what they were going to do now, how were they going to tell Jack, in the condition he was in. They jumped as Martha inhaled, moaning softly as her dark eyes fluttered open and the monitors started to register life signs once more, one last Reset from the deceased bug. Both lunged forward, hugging her briefly before pulling her off the table.

“Let’s get you out of here,” the Doctor said, grabbing her jacket from where he saw it lying over a chair as they passed and wrapping it around her.

As they stepped out of the front door, they saw the others heading for the meeting point, Gwen guiding Copley’s assistant at gunpoint, and Toshiko walking with her laptop open, resting on her arm as she walked and tapped in commands one handed. They met up at the landrover they had appropriated to get into the Pharm, and the Doctor nodded at Toshiko.

“Do it,” he said softly, he hated the thought of all of the captive aliens dying, but Ianto had been right, they were dying anyway, and better quickly, like this, than slowly being tortured to death.

She tapped the final command into her keyboard, and all over the complex, everything began to shut down.

“All right, let’s go,” the Doctor said, and they all moved toward the vehicle.

xxx

In the Hub, Owen grinned over at Jack, who was still sitting safely on the sofa.

“Easy as pie, they’re done,” he said, reaching out to shut off their end of the communication. They heard Copley’s voice before his hand reached the button.

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk away? You’ve ruined everything I’ve worked for.”

“Now, let’s not be stupid, it’s over, put the gun down,” the Doctor’s voice was next, and the subtle crunch of footsteps across gravel as one of them moved.

There was the sound of a gunshot, and Gwen and Tosh screaming as the Doctor yelled.

“Ianto, no,”

A second gun shot, and then there was nothing more than frantic yelling and the sound of running feet across gravel.

Jack was at Owen’s side in an instant, his face sheet white as he leaned forward.

“What’s going on there? Someone answer me, what’s happening? Ianto, Doctor, one of you answer me?” he yelled, panicked.

Owen felt like he was moving underwater, everything was slowing down as he registered the sweat across Jack’s forehead and cheeks, the pallor, and a moment later, he doubled over, screaming in pain as he pressed both hands to the swell of his stomach,

“Jack, no,” he gasped, slapping his hand down on the switch to cut the comm. without thinking about it as he jumped off the seat, moving slowly, so slowly as he dived for the crumpling Jack, managing to get between him and the floor. Jack was breathing hard, his eyes wide and glassy with shock and pain, and that was when Owen registered the blood.

Tbc.

Oh dear, a double cliffhanger. Runs frantically for cover. I’ll write the next part tomorrow, I promise, don’t hurt me, please.

On a slightly less ‘pleading for my life’ note, I hope their voices still worked with the necessary redistribution of lines from the different characters present. I tried to keep it as close to the episode as I could (forty five minutes to watch a ten minute segment of the DVD, and the first time EVER I’ve worked from notes.)

July Calendars

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 22:46:33 GMT

Little bit late this month, but still June -just- we have the July Calendars

Opinions Please

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 02:29:12 GMT

I've designed myself a tattoo, what do you guys think?

Icons

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And equally random icons.

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We have here some random wallpapers from various PSP tutorials I have been playing with. Hope ya like 'em :)