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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-27 19:51:00

Entry tags:

!active, day 28, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: museum, the doctor (ten)

Cybermen, Part Three...
WHO: Jack, Jones and the Doctor. No, it's not a sitcom.
WHAT: Their experiment. Lord only knows if they'll come out of this okay.
WHERE: the museum
WHEN: Day 28; after Jack takes Tonks
RATING: Violence, disturbing images...
STATUS: Incomplete

With Tonks delivered and in the capable hands of Edward, Jack slowly began to make his way back to Ianto's cage. Every time he tried to slow his pace, he could feel that place in the back of his mind pushing him on and forward. He was close now, but Jack didn't know how he was going to do this -- other than reverting to that area of his mind that was the cold, calculating Time Agent.

He'd have to do this. He could do this.

Jack gave a tight-lipped smile to Ianto, unlocking the cage door and motioning to him. "Come, Jones," Jack barked, arms crossed in front of his chest. The expression in his eyes said a different thing, however, oscillating between 'I love you' and 'I don't want to do this.' He had so little opportunity to actually speak that he had to save them up for when it mattered.

Once Ianto reached him, Jack wrapped his hand around Ianto's upper arm and forcibly moved him away from the cage, sliding behind Ianto as they walked. His hand gripped the way the management wanted, but his body seemed to want to protect Ianto as much as possible. It formed a strange dichotomy in his mind -- in other words, so much for finding that Time Agent part of his brain. God, the Doctor had done a number on Jack hadn't he? Not only that, but Jack was starting to realise just how far Ianto had gotten under his skin just by his reactions. Jack hadn't even thought to try and break out of the Management's control until he'd seen Ianto in the cage.

No, time for that later.

Jack led them back to the museum, and the Management control told him where they were heading. "It will all be fine," Jack crooned in that strange intoned voice. "The management knows what they are doing and you are in good hands. In fact, you'll love what you see. I guarantee it."

Opening the door, Jack froze the moment he saw the contraption. He knew that apparatus. God did he. Jack swallowed hard, quickly looking at Ianto. So soon after they were sent back in their past and now to put him though this again? Jack moved behind Ianto, fitting his body against him. The management-part said it was to keep Ianto from running. The Jack-part said he needed somehow to comfort him. Jack's hands rested on Ianto's hips, staring straight ahead.

The words came easily for once -- And Jack was beginning to see how he could circumvent the Management control. At least he could say it now when it mattered.

"Ianto -- I don't want to do this and I love you and I'm sorry," all of it was said in a rush before the Management got their control back over him.

Feeling the Management click back into place, Jack pushed Ianto forward. "Onto the table. Now."

Discussed with Kris -- to get us to the startish of the experiment! ♥

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madeinwales
2009-10-28 01:09 am UTC (link)

It was definitely odd, watching Jack haul people off, spouting off what Ianto thought of as bad film guard speak, all with a pained expression on his face. At least Jack seemed to be allowed to keep his own expressions. In and around his eyes, at least. If the situation weren't so dire, he'd be far more interested than he was.

By the time Jack came for him, Ianto had stripped off his waist coat and tie, leaving them behind, neatly, on one of the beds. Tossing what he hoped was a reassuring smile to those left in the cage and to Jack himself, Ianto let himself be manhandled about, back towards the museum. "Good hands, yeah? I know you're not Jack. I know he's in there, but you're making him do these things. Not even Jack's lines are that cheesy." Because that line? Was truly bad.

Ianto didn't begin to panic until they stood in the doorway and he saw what waited for him. How had the people who ran this place gotten their hands on .. on one of those..?

"You ... you can't," he said, pushing back against the body that held him firm. So familiar, the hands on his hips, that he could cry, but those hands were now keeping him from running from the machine. A cyber converter. Ianto felt sick and had to swallow a few times. "Please don't," he said quietly. "Please, not that thing. Just .. please. Not .. not that." His fingers dug at Jack as Jack pushed, scrabbling to get behind Jack, to get away, anything, but to no avail. There were no brave smiles now; Ianto was facing down one of his terrors. Again.

By the time he was strapped down, Ianto was shaking visibly and blinking back tears. Before his hand was tied down, the last of him to be restrained, Ianto reached up and touched at Jack's face with shaking fingers. "Not your fault, Jack," he said, voice harsh with fear and bad memories. "Don.. don't let me be converted. Don't." Kill him first, just don't let him turn into Lisa.

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capt_harkness
2009-10-28 01:34 am UTC (link)

Deep down Jack was in there. Parts of him wondered if Shannon would ever forgive him -- if there would ever be a way to mend that bridge. Jack honestly feared there wouldn't be. but he could try... maybe even have Ianto or Rose try to explain it. This was what the management wanted, it had to be. To try and destroy whatever trust was built between them. Why else would Edward be forced to do whatever heinous things he was doing to Tonks? Turn everyone against each other. It had to be the case.

There was a time when Jack would have thought that nothing could be done to turn he and Ianto at odds with each other. But then Jack saw the machine and the instruction came. Strap him in. Oh god... maybe there was something that could kill their relationship.

"Into the machine," Jack replied, his voice cold. "It won't hurt but a moment. You'll love what it'll do. Upgrade you. Make you better." Jack's body recoiled at what he was saying. All those things he'd heard the cybermen say, chanting. What Lisa had intoned at the Hub. "Human two point zero, coming right up."

Jack leaned into that touch, fighting back the tears that threatened to spring to his eyes. He felt something hot on his face, realising that there were tears streaming down his face as he wrenched Ianto's hand from his face and forced it down to the contraption. Jack leaned down, sealing his lips over Ianto's as he tied down that final hand. Everything he had, he poured into that kiss. Jack had to prove that he loved him, that it wasn't him doing this -- that he never would have done this. "I won't let you, lover, I promise." A second kiss attempted to soothe what he was doing.

Straightening, Jack moved to stand behind Ianto's head. His fingers threaded through Ianto's hair, clenching his jaw to keep from saying anything else, fighting the management control to at least keep up with the gentle touch.

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fromgallifrey
2009-10-28 03:08 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor for the past two weeks had actively been avoiding the museum for so many reasons that if he'd tried to name them all he'd go over his alotment of fingers and toes twice over. The very tiniest of those reasons was Ianto Jones. It wasn't that the Doctor was the sort to commonly avoid confrontation - he was the sort, however, to avoid hurting his friends and that was exactly what would happen if he and the Torchwood man ever wound up speaking in person.

So, when the very active bit at the back of the Doctor's mind realized he was in the museum, the Time Lord blinked a few times. He couldn't stop his own feet. He couldn't keep his hand from turning the knob to a room that had been locked up and ignored since he'd got to this place. He couldn't stop from walking in and he couldn't stop from staring coldly at the Captain in his Great Coat and the object of so much of his admittedly irrational mistrust.

"Upgrading!" The Time Lord said cheekily, stepping around the Time Agent and looking over the apparatus with eyes that clearly did not match his tone. "Always wanted to run one of these. You staying for the show, Captain?" John Smith was pressing his hand to the other man's shoulder. "Always said you'd take anything for a lover. How about a cyberman? Can't see how the anatomical differences can really be a problem."

There was a panel just above Ianto's head - an operations panel. It had switches and dials and all sorts of controls. The Doctor didn't look at it - all he did was try and catch the eye of Ianto Jones below him.

"I'm so very sorry," came the quiet apology. Usually, it was reserved for an enemy who'd pushed him too far - who'd made him do something to harm them. Instead, this was a preemptive phrase - because the Doctor knew that this man had done nothing to deserve this.

Nothing.

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capt_harkness
2009-10-29 07:43 pm UTC (link)

It had to be him, didn't it? I just had to be the Doctor -- one of the few men Jack trusted implicitly in Vas... and the man his lover despised. Well, perhaps despise was going a bit too far. Great dislike for, yes that was much better. Better though it may be, it still didn't erase the fact that the Doctor was walking into the room with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Instinctively, Jack's hands clenched, ceasing the rhythmic motion as they slid through Ianto's hair in an attempt to calm.

"I am staying for most of it," Jack replied. "I have my duties to keep track of one other captive today." In other words, he'd stay here for as long as humanly possible to make sure Ianto was okay. Though... how they'd all get through this was completely beyond Jack. "Yes, anything for a lover. Might be a bit cold, but we'll make do just fine. I assume you'll keep everything anatomically correct as I like the proportions as they are."

Such a clinical discussion. Jack looked at the Doctor, wanting to push him away from the controls but was unable to move, feeling like his entire body was moving through molasses. He couldn't do anything to stop this.

"Don't do this, Doctor," Jack pleaded, "please don't do this." And the control was back, Jack looking down at Ianto, tears still in his eyes.

What had they done to deserve this? Jack closed his eyes for a moment. Maybe Vas Captio was the way he was to atone for his sins of the past. But why put Ianto through this?

"Come now, chop chop! We can't wait all day, can we?"

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madeinwales
2009-10-29 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Ianto .. Ianto was going to be sick. He was going to throw up all over the pair of them, cheerfully discussing his demise between them. Blue eyes shut themselves up tight and he shook his head in the Doctor's direction. Or tried to, at least. The cyber conversion unit held his head nice and firm. All the better to saw off the top of his skull.

"If you can't break out of the control," Ianto rasped, voice thick and rough with fear and grief, "push through it and make it worse. Kill me. You both know the havoc a cyberman can cause. Don't .. don't upgrade me. Please don't let that happen."

Sweating with fear and crying with a kind of hopelessness, Ianto opened his eyes to look at the other two men. He didn't hate the Doctor. He didn't even dislike the man. He just didn't like that the Doctor had hurt Jack so badly. Hopefully, the Doctor would be there for Jack when Ianto was just a burnt out and bloody wreck, dead on the table. He didn't expect to really survive this.

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