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[#267] DEADLY SIREN (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #267 - Poison
Title: Deadly siren
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: M
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack and John are two agents on a mission, and nothing gets in their way.
‘Hurry up,’ Jack hissed, keeping one eye on the laboratory door and one eye on his partner as he was uncoupling the device from its docking station. No one should be around at this hour, but it paid never to assume anything. They hadn’t made it this far in their career by taking risks. Well, maybe that wasn’t true. Everything they did was a risk; a risk of getting caught in the act, a risk of getting killed, a risk of word getting back to their boss at the Time Agency that they’d gone rogue and were remunerating themselves by making a tidy profit on the side. If they had their one means of travelling across time and space confiscated, they would be screwed. It was only by staying on the move, flitting from one time to the next did they keep ahead of all the people they’d swindled or double-crossed. And it was getting to be quite the list.
‘Patience, sweet cheeks!’ John replied, voice calm and not even looking at him. ‘Great things take time. This is delicate work.’
Jack had been right to be on edge. No sooner had he said it than he could make out the shadow of someone approaching the frosted glass door and then it slid open.
Doctor Raskantra looked surprised to see Jack in the lab. He looked even more surprised to see Jack’s partner removing the device that just a few hours ago he’d been waxing lyrical about. The two time agents had been assigned to come here to remove some dangerous radionuclides from the facility, and had been given the grand tour as a reward, but now they were removing more than what was in their mission brief.
‘What are you doing in here?’ Doctor Raskantra’s voice pitched higher than his tubby frame made it appear possible. ‘This laboratory is strictly off limits! Do you have any idea the value of the kind of proprietary technology we’ve developed?’ And there it was, that same officious tone he’d used earlier in the day. Jack had pegged him as the kind of lead scientist that all other scientists secretly loathed and would have made for a good test subject for something highly experimental and possibly fatal.
John gave him a look of askance. ‘Um, duh. That would be why we’re stealing it. There’s already a buyer lined up for it who will pay a very handsome price which I've–’
Jack coughed loudly and scowled.
John rolled eyes at him. ‘WE’VE arranged.’
Doctor Raskantra puffed up. ‘I simply cannot allow this! You–’
Jack stepped between them. ‘Doctor Raskantra. Phil, can I call you Phil?’ The man bristled at the use of his first name. Jack sighed. ‘You’re absolutely right. Who would we be to just come in here and take things that don’t belong to us. It wouldn't be right. I see that now.’ He stepped closer, closing the gap between them and holding out his hands. ‘I knew there was something different about you the moment we first met. You’re not like the others.’
This seemed to take the scientist aback. ‘I'm not?’
Jack shook his head gently, a warm smile forming on his lips. ‘No. You're special. One of a kind.’
John snorted. ‘Do we really have time for flirting now? We're in the middle of stealing stuff that’s going to make us rich.’
Phil reached for his necktie, trying to loosen it against a rising blush creeping into his cheeks, suddenly oblivious to John’s words and fixated on Jack’s dark eyes. ‘Am I? Really?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Jack's hands were touching his elbows now, the space between them getting smaller and smaller. He reached up and stroked Phil's cheek tenderly. ‘Can I show you just how special you are?’ He didn't wait for an answer, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, slow and lingering.
When Jack pulled back, the man swayed for a moment and Jack caught him as his knees gave out from underneath him. ‘Easy there, Phil,’ he said, lowering him to the ground. ‘The boys always say my kisses make them go weak at the knees. Guess they were right.’
John frowned as he watched the man just lying there on the ground, eyes darting around but the rest of him unmoving. ‘Sorry, but what just happened?’
Jack wiped a sleeve across his lips. ‘Oh that? Just a little paralysing lipgloss.’
‘Paralysing lipgloss? Sweet goddesses, isn’t that a little cliché?’
Jack shrugged. ‘It works, doesn’t it?’
It did indeed. The officious little lab twat was now lying on the floor, barely able to keep the indignant expression on his face as the effects of the chemical stooks over, removing any control he had over muscles. John looked at Jack. ‘And just how long have you been wearing that?’
‘Just since we left base. You never know when something like this is gonna come in handy.’
‘And you didn’t tell me? What if I'd kissed you? Would you have let me become some flaccid pile of mush on the floor?’
Jack rolled his eyes and groaned. ‘Don't be so melodramatic. You're never flaccid.’ He winked and gave a lascivious smile. ‘It's not like I don't have an antidote.’
‘What? Paralysing lipgloss and antidotal prophylactics?’
‘Please.’ More eye rolling. ‘You make it sound so dirty. I don’t do non-consensual.’
‘Could have fooled me.’ John thumbed over his shoulder. ‘So, what do we do with him?’
‘What do you think we should do with him?’ Jack challenged.
‘He's going to sell us out if we let him live.’
‘So we just leave him here.’
John considered it. ‘What happens then?’
‘Without an antidote? His organs eventually stop functioning. Say, two hours?’
‘Enough time for us to take what we want and get out, is what you're saying.’
Jack grinned at his lover. ‘Yup.’
‘Excellent.’ John looked down at the scientist and gave a little wave. ‘Bye bye. I'd say it’s been a pleasure but truly, you’re such a bore!’
Title: Deadly siren
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: M
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Jack and John are two agents on a mission, and nothing gets in their way.
‘Hurry up,’ Jack hissed, keeping one eye on the laboratory door and one eye on his partner as he was uncoupling the device from its docking station. No one should be around at this hour, but it paid never to assume anything. They hadn’t made it this far in their career by taking risks. Well, maybe that wasn’t true. Everything they did was a risk; a risk of getting caught in the act, a risk of getting killed, a risk of word getting back to their boss at the Time Agency that they’d gone rogue and were remunerating themselves by making a tidy profit on the side. If they had their one means of travelling across time and space confiscated, they would be screwed. It was only by staying on the move, flitting from one time to the next did they keep ahead of all the people they’d swindled or double-crossed. And it was getting to be quite the list.
‘Patience, sweet cheeks!’ John replied, voice calm and not even looking at him. ‘Great things take time. This is delicate work.’
Jack had been right to be on edge. No sooner had he said it than he could make out the shadow of someone approaching the frosted glass door and then it slid open.
Doctor Raskantra looked surprised to see Jack in the lab. He looked even more surprised to see Jack’s partner removing the device that just a few hours ago he’d been waxing lyrical about. The two time agents had been assigned to come here to remove some dangerous radionuclides from the facility, and had been given the grand tour as a reward, but now they were removing more than what was in their mission brief.
‘What are you doing in here?’ Doctor Raskantra’s voice pitched higher than his tubby frame made it appear possible. ‘This laboratory is strictly off limits! Do you have any idea the value of the kind of proprietary technology we’ve developed?’ And there it was, that same officious tone he’d used earlier in the day. Jack had pegged him as the kind of lead scientist that all other scientists secretly loathed and would have made for a good test subject for something highly experimental and possibly fatal.
John gave him a look of askance. ‘Um, duh. That would be why we’re stealing it. There’s already a buyer lined up for it who will pay a very handsome price which I've–’
Jack coughed loudly and scowled.
John rolled eyes at him. ‘WE’VE arranged.’
Doctor Raskantra puffed up. ‘I simply cannot allow this! You–’
Jack stepped between them. ‘Doctor Raskantra. Phil, can I call you Phil?’ The man bristled at the use of his first name. Jack sighed. ‘You’re absolutely right. Who would we be to just come in here and take things that don’t belong to us. It wouldn't be right. I see that now.’ He stepped closer, closing the gap between them and holding out his hands. ‘I knew there was something different about you the moment we first met. You’re not like the others.’
This seemed to take the scientist aback. ‘I'm not?’
Jack shook his head gently, a warm smile forming on his lips. ‘No. You're special. One of a kind.’
John snorted. ‘Do we really have time for flirting now? We're in the middle of stealing stuff that’s going to make us rich.’
Phil reached for his necktie, trying to loosen it against a rising blush creeping into his cheeks, suddenly oblivious to John’s words and fixated on Jack’s dark eyes. ‘Am I? Really?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Jack's hands were touching his elbows now, the space between them getting smaller and smaller. He reached up and stroked Phil's cheek tenderly. ‘Can I show you just how special you are?’ He didn't wait for an answer, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, slow and lingering.
When Jack pulled back, the man swayed for a moment and Jack caught him as his knees gave out from underneath him. ‘Easy there, Phil,’ he said, lowering him to the ground. ‘The boys always say my kisses make them go weak at the knees. Guess they were right.’
John frowned as he watched the man just lying there on the ground, eyes darting around but the rest of him unmoving. ‘Sorry, but what just happened?’
Jack wiped a sleeve across his lips. ‘Oh that? Just a little paralysing lipgloss.’
‘Paralysing lipgloss? Sweet goddesses, isn’t that a little cliché?’
Jack shrugged. ‘It works, doesn’t it?’
It did indeed. The officious little lab twat was now lying on the floor, barely able to keep the indignant expression on his face as the effects of the chemical stooks over, removing any control he had over muscles. John looked at Jack. ‘And just how long have you been wearing that?’
‘Just since we left base. You never know when something like this is gonna come in handy.’
‘And you didn’t tell me? What if I'd kissed you? Would you have let me become some flaccid pile of mush on the floor?’
Jack rolled his eyes and groaned. ‘Don't be so melodramatic. You're never flaccid.’ He winked and gave a lascivious smile. ‘It's not like I don't have an antidote.’
‘What? Paralysing lipgloss and antidotal prophylactics?’
‘Please.’ More eye rolling. ‘You make it sound so dirty. I don’t do non-consensual.’
‘Could have fooled me.’ John thumbed over his shoulder. ‘So, what do we do with him?’
‘What do you think we should do with him?’ Jack challenged.
‘He's going to sell us out if we let him live.’
‘So we just leave him here.’
John considered it. ‘What happens then?’
‘Without an antidote? His organs eventually stop functioning. Say, two hours?’
‘Enough time for us to take what we want and get out, is what you're saying.’
Jack grinned at his lover. ‘Yup.’
‘Excellent.’ John looked down at the scientist and gave a little wave. ‘Bye bye. I'd say it’s been a pleasure but truly, you’re such a bore!’
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