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m_findlowTitle: Battling with monsters
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 609 - Monster at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Jack needs to trust his Instincts to get to the truth.
Jack wanted to throw the alien lie detector out the window, except here in his office there weren't any out of which he could hurl it. He'd always loved the way alien tech made little things feel miraculous. Being able to tell a lie from the truth, no matter how good the liar, or how deeply rooted the truth, made him feel like there wasn't anything he couldn't handle. This latest problem however, burned inside him with an uncontained rage.
Ianto's confession and the answers he'd given to Jack's questions, no matter how deeply disturbing they were, was a lie. That much Jack knew. There was no way on this earth that Ianto would ever do the things he'd claimed he'd done. The fact that his conscience had caught up with him now, making him spill the beans to Jack in a desperate bid to be locked away, told Jack all he really needed to know. No one got a case of the guilts like that, not even the completely mentally deranged.
With every question he tried to probe deeper into Ianto's story. He wanted precise details - what did that girl look like, where had he found her, had she fought back, and where was he hiding the bodies? That part Jack knew Ianto would be an expert on. He'd been dealing with dead bodies for years, so it seemed strange to him now that Ianto would confess that Adam had been his wingman in all of this. It was one thing for a person to have a psychotic break and turn into the worst version of themselves, becoming a serial killer, but to let someone else in on that secret and have them willingly help out? No, that was wrong. Two people - two of his people - didn't do things like that.
He yanked the sensor out of the top of the device, unable to stomach anymore of it telling him Ianto was a killer. Even Ianto seemed surprised that it was proving him right. If part of him wanted to believe he wasn't that person, then that was enough for Jack.
He rushed out of his office, working on a hunch, but before he did, he paused in the doorway. Ianto almost slammed into the back of him as he did, but Jack turned around at that moment and his hands arrested Ianto's motion as they rested firmly on his hips. He gave Ianto the most earnest look he could manage. 'You are not a monster, Ianto Jones.' He reached up a hand to stroke Ianto's face, clammy with sweat and residual tears. Jack didn't know why he'd ever doubted it for even a second, but Ianto had given him the vital clue. Adam. That was what was wrong with this picture. He'd felt it himself, that gnawing instinct he'd never ignored until now. There was a monster in their midst, and it was trying to split them apart, but now Jack knew he wouldn't ever let that happen.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 609 - Monster at
slashthedrabbleSummary: Jack needs to trust his Instincts to get to the truth.
Jack wanted to throw the alien lie detector out the window, except here in his office there weren't any out of which he could hurl it. He'd always loved the way alien tech made little things feel miraculous. Being able to tell a lie from the truth, no matter how good the liar, or how deeply rooted the truth, made him feel like there wasn't anything he couldn't handle. This latest problem however, burned inside him with an uncontained rage.
Ianto's confession and the answers he'd given to Jack's questions, no matter how deeply disturbing they were, was a lie. That much Jack knew. There was no way on this earth that Ianto would ever do the things he'd claimed he'd done. The fact that his conscience had caught up with him now, making him spill the beans to Jack in a desperate bid to be locked away, told Jack all he really needed to know. No one got a case of the guilts like that, not even the completely mentally deranged.
With every question he tried to probe deeper into Ianto's story. He wanted precise details - what did that girl look like, where had he found her, had she fought back, and where was he hiding the bodies? That part Jack knew Ianto would be an expert on. He'd been dealing with dead bodies for years, so it seemed strange to him now that Ianto would confess that Adam had been his wingman in all of this. It was one thing for a person to have a psychotic break and turn into the worst version of themselves, becoming a serial killer, but to let someone else in on that secret and have them willingly help out? No, that was wrong. Two people - two of his people - didn't do things like that.
He yanked the sensor out of the top of the device, unable to stomach anymore of it telling him Ianto was a killer. Even Ianto seemed surprised that it was proving him right. If part of him wanted to believe he wasn't that person, then that was enough for Jack.
He rushed out of his office, working on a hunch, but before he did, he paused in the doorway. Ianto almost slammed into the back of him as he did, but Jack turned around at that moment and his hands arrested Ianto's motion as they rested firmly on his hips. He gave Ianto the most earnest look he could manage. 'You are not a monster, Ianto Jones.' He reached up a hand to stroke Ianto's face, clammy with sweat and residual tears. Jack didn't know why he'd ever doubted it for even a second, but Ianto had given him the vital clue. Adam. That was what was wrong with this picture. He'd felt it himself, that gnawing instinct he'd never ignored until now. There was a monster in their midst, and it was trying to split them apart, but now Jack knew he wouldn't ever let that happen.
