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[#039] Been Here Before (Torchwood)
Theme Prompt: #039 – Premonition
Title: Been Here Before
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Ianto can’t help feeling like he’s been here before, knows what’s ahead, but if that’s the case then maybe he can use his foreknowledge to change the outcome.
“Jack, wait!” Ianto balks just outside Thames House. Up to this moment, he’s been perfectly willing to follow wherever Jack might lead, but for some reason he doesn’t understand, he can’t make himself go any further, not now, or not yet.
He’s been here before, he’s sure of it, standing right on this spot, looking up at the building where the 456’s envoy is housed in the purpose-built reinforced glass tank they’ve seen through the contacts in Lois’s eyes. There’s something indefinable about the scene that he recognises somewhere deep inside himself, or could he be remembering a dream, something conjured by his mind during the restless hours of the previous night in the dank old warehouse that’s Torchwood’s temporary base of operations? Either way, the sense of déjà vu is overpowering, stopping him in his tracks.
“Ianto, come on!” Jack urges, reaching out as if to tug at his arm, but Ianto takes a step back.
“No. If we go in there like this, without a plan, a lot of people are going to die.” He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he knows it as the truth.
“If we don’t, ten percent of the earth’s children are gonna become drugs for alien junkies,” Jack snaps.
Ianto knows that’s the truth as well, knows the 456 have to be stopped, but still, if they’re going to do this they should make sure they do it right. They’re not going to endear themselves to the government, the very people who’ve been trying for the past few days to take them out of the picture, if they wind up with innocent blood on their hands.
“What do we know about these creatures?”
“What d’you mean?” Jack frowns at him.
“You’ve dealt with them before; they wanted children in exchange for the cure to a new strain of flu, you said.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So how did they have a cure ready and waiting for an epidemic that hadn’t started yet?”
“I…” Jack shakes his head. “That’s a good question. Either they were from the future, or--”
“Or they were responsible for releasing the mutant strain themselves; a biological incentive. If they can muck around with viruses, what might they already have up their sleeve waiting to be used?”
“Their representative’s in an airtight tank. It can’t tolerate our atmosphere any more than we can tolerate the stuff it breathes,” Jack argues.
“So it’s told us, but why should we believe it? We may have built its little home-from-home, but it was built to their plans and specifications. Who knows what little surprises might have been built into it without anyone even being aware? Maybe some way for the 456 to release a biological agent if we refuse to comply with their demands?”
Jack freezes and Ianto knows he’s getting through to him now.
“How many people d’you think work in Thames House? How many innocent office staff are in there right now? What will happen if we go in there and make the 456 mad? Virus, toxic gas, poison…” Ianto trails off; Jack’s beginning to understand what he’s getting at.
“The ventilation system… They’d all be killed, and if it spread further, out onto the streets… Gods, Ianto, we could start an epidemic, kill everybody!”
“In that case, we might want to take a few precautions.”
“Evacuate the entire building, close all windows, turn off the ventilation. I’ll have to go in alone.”
“No, you’re not gong in there without me.”
“But you’ll be killed!” Jack grabs Ianto by the shoulders, shakes him.
“You’re still not thinking straight,” Ianto tells him. “We know for a fact there’s at least one Hazmat suit in there, so I’ll wear that. It shouldn’t be too hard to find, I doubt it’s hidden.” He has the strangest feeling he knows exactly where to look. Turns out he’s right.
They go inside, get the evacuation underway, check room after room, closing doors and vents and windows, working their way up to the top floor. Someone from maintenance has already been despatched to shut down the air circulation system; if worse comes to worst, anything the 456 might use as a weapon should be contained within the building, maybe even restricted to just one floor.
The Hazmat suit is right where Ianto expects it to be, in the small office just across the hall from the large conference room where the 456’s tank has been constructed. Ianto dons it and follows Jack into the room, and it’s déjà vu all over again, although perhaps this time it’s because Ianto has already seen it all through Lois’s eyes.
Jack gives the 456 his ultimatum, because he and Ianto haven’t come up with a better idea; it’s not like shooting at bulletproof glass is going to have any effect, beyond potentially killing them both with ricochets. But while Jack is talking and the 456 is spitting and thrashing, Ianto is opening the tank’s airlock. He hates that his actions will cause Jack’s death; the atmosphere the 456 breathes is highly toxic to humans, but then earth’s atmosphere isn’t going to do the alien any good either. Besides, there’s a child in there who deserves to be liberated from the being that has it enslaved. ‘It’, because on the video feed it was impossible to tell whether they were looking at a boy or a girl.
Jack holds his breath as the room is flooded with the noxious, stinking gas, covers his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his coat, and moves over to the door. Ianto doesn’t go inside the tank, not yet, but he makes sure the 456 is getting plenty of fresh air. It thrashes even harder, and dies before Jack does. Ianto pulls his lover into the hallway, then the stairwell, leaves him to revive, and goes back for the child. He doubts she’ll live, but at least she’ll die free.
It isn’t quite over yet, but somehow he knows they’re going to win.
The End
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Thank you!
Fix-its are my thing, I've lost count of how many ways I've either kept Ianto from dying or brought him back, usually immortal. All it takes is a bit of imagination!
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Thank you!