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[#296] BEHIND CLOSED DOORS (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #296 - Locked door
Title: Behind closed doors
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto has found the perfect place to begin his task in earnest.
Ianto pulled the large wodge of keys from his pocket, rifling through them until he found the right one. Amazing, he thought. He'd only been here a week and already he'd been given a set of keys capable of opening any door within the facility. Maybe it was protocol, or maybe he just had one of those trusting faces. Either way, it made accessing the labyrinthine hub much easier, allowing him to explore without restriction, until he found exactly what he’d been looking for. All he wanted was one room where he could hide something he didn’t want found, and the perfect place was right behind this very door.
In his head he kept asking himself the same question over and over again. Are you sure this is a good idea? In so many ways this was a terrible idea. He was literally taking the love of his life to the one place that was hell bent on destroying the very thing that she'd become. He didn't have any allusions about how the team at Torchwood Three viewed the Cybermen.
It wasn't even as if he could disagree with them. He hated the Cybermen just as much as anyone, and had more reason than most. That didn't change the fact that Lisa – his Lisa – wasn't a Cyberman. She was injured, had been anatomically altered by those monsters in trying to convert her physical body into something they could use to wage their war. It didn’t make her one of them. She was still Lisa on the inside. They couldn't take that away from her. They’d have to kill her first to take any of the emotion and the humanity she felt.
If Jack found out what he was proposing to do down here, there wouldn’t be any mercy for either of them. Ianto knew all too well the price one paid for betraying Torchwood, and he knew this was a betrayal in so many ways. He’d liked his job, and he was proud of the work he’d done at Torchwood in London, and would have loved to have had the opportunity to do the same here in Cardiff, but there were more important things at play than just the love of a job that he'd been good at.
He didn’t have much of a plan beyond getting Lisa fixed. Somehow in his mind, having her back whole again was enough, and beyond that they would just somehow float off into the sunset, to be together forever, far away from Torchwood forever. There’d be a quiet house in a quiet suburb, they’d both get normal, boring jobs, get married, raise a family, be happy and loving and together.
All wishful thinking for now. Right now he had Lisa cooped up in a tiny apartment he’d leased in the spur of the moment, hooking her up to whatever power the flat could offer. It was never going to be enough. Even running extension leads from every socket in the flat, it was just barely enough to keep her breathing with the makeshift equipment she’d helped him to build in order to preserve her life. He needed much more power and a lot more equipment, not to mention medicines that could at least ease some of her pain.
And there was a lot of pain. In a nicer neighbourhood, he'd have had the police knocking on his door after complaints from neighbours about the screaming coming from his flat. As it was, screaming was par for the course and just about every apartment had some kind of domestic raging inside its walls. Lisa cries of pain simply melded into the symphony of other suffering going on in the building. At least down here, no one was going to hear her wails. As much as he could, he wanted to reach a place where she didn't feel the need to scream out in pain. He’d either medicate to ease the pain, or medicate to ease the suffering. Owen had all kinds of things he could use, safely and without fear of getting it wrong.
Then there was the technology. Torchwood was full to the brim with every kind of technology. There’d be stuff in their archives that no one would even notice was missing. And Torchwood had something else. Parts to build a cyber-conversion unit. They’d all been dismantled by Torchwood Three in the London aftermath., but parts that were useful for deployment in other technologies had been retained rather than melted down. What Ianto hadn't been able to break down himself and dismantle before they’d gotten there and swept the place for every last thing of value, was now sitting in crates in their archive.
Lisa, with the knowledge disturbingly downloaded into her mind, knew exactly what they needed and how to configure the technology; not to rebuild the conversion unit as it had been, but to make it so that it would be capable of keeping her alive, and slowly disassembling what it had done to her body. Of course, that part of the technology was far more complex than either of them could really comprehend. They’d still need outside help to fully cure Lisa, and Ianto had someone in mind, but first he’d need to get her down here and stabilised before contemplating next steps.
God but it was horrible down here, in the dark and the dank and the cold. But it was a long way away from the main hub and no one ever came down here. That made it perfect in so many ways. Ianto would be able to escape down here whenever he wanted. No one would stumble across him or what he was doing. Behind that door, he could keep Lisa safe. That was all that really mattered. There was an unused access tunnel at the other end of this level he could use to sneak her in. Then, once they were inside, safely behind that forgotten locked door, they could really begin to fix things.
Title: Behind closed doors
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto has found the perfect place to begin his task in earnest.
Ianto pulled the large wodge of keys from his pocket, rifling through them until he found the right one. Amazing, he thought. He'd only been here a week and already he'd been given a set of keys capable of opening any door within the facility. Maybe it was protocol, or maybe he just had one of those trusting faces. Either way, it made accessing the labyrinthine hub much easier, allowing him to explore without restriction, until he found exactly what he’d been looking for. All he wanted was one room where he could hide something he didn’t want found, and the perfect place was right behind this very door.
In his head he kept asking himself the same question over and over again. Are you sure this is a good idea? In so many ways this was a terrible idea. He was literally taking the love of his life to the one place that was hell bent on destroying the very thing that she'd become. He didn't have any allusions about how the team at Torchwood Three viewed the Cybermen.
It wasn't even as if he could disagree with them. He hated the Cybermen just as much as anyone, and had more reason than most. That didn't change the fact that Lisa – his Lisa – wasn't a Cyberman. She was injured, had been anatomically altered by those monsters in trying to convert her physical body into something they could use to wage their war. It didn’t make her one of them. She was still Lisa on the inside. They couldn't take that away from her. They’d have to kill her first to take any of the emotion and the humanity she felt.
If Jack found out what he was proposing to do down here, there wouldn’t be any mercy for either of them. Ianto knew all too well the price one paid for betraying Torchwood, and he knew this was a betrayal in so many ways. He’d liked his job, and he was proud of the work he’d done at Torchwood in London, and would have loved to have had the opportunity to do the same here in Cardiff, but there were more important things at play than just the love of a job that he'd been good at.
He didn’t have much of a plan beyond getting Lisa fixed. Somehow in his mind, having her back whole again was enough, and beyond that they would just somehow float off into the sunset, to be together forever, far away from Torchwood forever. There’d be a quiet house in a quiet suburb, they’d both get normal, boring jobs, get married, raise a family, be happy and loving and together.
All wishful thinking for now. Right now he had Lisa cooped up in a tiny apartment he’d leased in the spur of the moment, hooking her up to whatever power the flat could offer. It was never going to be enough. Even running extension leads from every socket in the flat, it was just barely enough to keep her breathing with the makeshift equipment she’d helped him to build in order to preserve her life. He needed much more power and a lot more equipment, not to mention medicines that could at least ease some of her pain.
And there was a lot of pain. In a nicer neighbourhood, he'd have had the police knocking on his door after complaints from neighbours about the screaming coming from his flat. As it was, screaming was par for the course and just about every apartment had some kind of domestic raging inside its walls. Lisa cries of pain simply melded into the symphony of other suffering going on in the building. At least down here, no one was going to hear her wails. As much as he could, he wanted to reach a place where she didn't feel the need to scream out in pain. He’d either medicate to ease the pain, or medicate to ease the suffering. Owen had all kinds of things he could use, safely and without fear of getting it wrong.
Then there was the technology. Torchwood was full to the brim with every kind of technology. There’d be stuff in their archives that no one would even notice was missing. And Torchwood had something else. Parts to build a cyber-conversion unit. They’d all been dismantled by Torchwood Three in the London aftermath., but parts that were useful for deployment in other technologies had been retained rather than melted down. What Ianto hadn't been able to break down himself and dismantle before they’d gotten there and swept the place for every last thing of value, was now sitting in crates in their archive.
Lisa, with the knowledge disturbingly downloaded into her mind, knew exactly what they needed and how to configure the technology; not to rebuild the conversion unit as it had been, but to make it so that it would be capable of keeping her alive, and slowly disassembling what it had done to her body. Of course, that part of the technology was far more complex than either of them could really comprehend. They’d still need outside help to fully cure Lisa, and Ianto had someone in mind, but first he’d need to get her down here and stabilised before contemplating next steps.
God but it was horrible down here, in the dark and the dank and the cold. But it was a long way away from the main hub and no one ever came down here. That made it perfect in so many ways. Ianto would be able to escape down here whenever he wanted. No one would stumble across him or what he was doing. Behind that door, he could keep Lisa safe. That was all that really mattered. There was an unused access tunnel at the other end of this level he could use to sneak her in. Then, once they were inside, safely behind that forgotten locked door, they could really begin to fix things.