Torchwood: Fanfic: On the run

[m_findlow]

Title: On the run
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 550 words
Content notes: Spoilers for Big Finish Audioplay "The Conspiracy"
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, forced to disappear" at fic_promptly
Summary: Things have gone very badly, and now Jack is on the run.

Bloody hell, Jack thought as he saw the body lying there on the ground. It was never enough just to have to deal with the shock of coming back from death, and a horribly painful drawn out one at that.

There was George Wilson, lying in a pool of his own blood, just like Jack had been not three minutes ago. She'd killed him. The Committee had killed him. Just like Jack, he'd outlived his usefulness.

Somewhere out on the streets below the hotel itself, he could already hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances rushing towards him. Kate must have called them in. There was no way anyone else in the hotel could have known what had just happened up here. It wouldn't matter that Jack was covered in blood himself, his coat soaked though from the back. All the police would see was one dead body and one guy still standing. No doubt Kate Wilson had already removed the CCTV from the hotel, masking her own escape. Or perhaps it had never been there in the first place; no evidence that their meeting had ever taken place, knowing what they had intended all along. He couldn't help but think that they'd set him up from the very beginning, leaving him a trail to follow until finally he couldn't resist but to confront the man he'd thought was responsible for it all. They'd lured him into a trap, and he'd fallen for it.

He had to get out, but where? He couldn't go back to the hub. The police knew all about Torchwood, and there was no way he could hide there. They might not be able to get inside, but he'd be like a cornered animal, unable to go anywhere. Not only that, but the police would make life extremely difficult for his team.

There was no other choice. He'd have to go into hiding. He couldn't stay here. And besides which, he had to get to the bottom of the Committee and put a stop to them. Until they were eliminated, none of them were safe.

Where to go, though? He couldn't take the car. They'd track that down in three seconds. He ran down the corridor of the hotel and out through the back stairwell, taking the stairs three at a time, belting down them so fast it was a wonder he didn't end up tumbling down them and breaking his neck. He needed equipment and a way out of the city.

He did the only thing he could. He knew it was a risk, but Ianto's flat was the closest. He'd have what Jack needed. Even as he decided it, he tossed his phone in a bin around behind the hotel. Ianto would have a spare pay as you go tucked away somewhere, and a laptop he could steal as well. He wouldn't mind a change of clothes either, suddenly glad for Ianto's insistence he keep a few clean shirts in his wardrobe. There was something else, too. Despite the desperate situation, he knew there was no way he could just leave. He'd left before, and he was still trying to repair that damage. Ianto had to know that he was leaving, but that he was coming back, and that he'd always come back.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Poor Jack, I hope it won't be too long before he can defeat the Committee and come back to Ianto.