The Storms of Change Chapter Twenty-Six
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emeraldsnakesTitle: The Storms of Change
Chapter Title: Attachments
Series: The Sentinels
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Other, Owen/Other, Ianto/Other
Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel's life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race, what kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own. Is Torchwood really ready?
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, some dark themes
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"Is there something we should be aware of?" Jack asked with a flirtatious drawl as Ianto dragged himself up out of the archives, Owen clinging to him.
"Just get him off me," Ianto yelled.
That not only made Jack burst out laughing but drew the girls, whose faces varied from confusion to surprise. Ianto huffed and pouted at them all.
"Jack!" Ianto said indignantly. "He's practically humping me."
That got Owen's attention, his grip flexing and his body moving even closer. "Would that actually work?"
"You’re dead," Ianto snapped.
Owen shrugged, "You made this work. What else can you get working?"
The last he said with a roll of his hips and Ianto fought the nausea his actions caused. Seeing the expression on Ianto's face sent Jack into peals of laughter and their girls managed a few giggles despite their growing confusion.
"What's going on?" Martha was the first to ask.
"He can feel me," Ianto replied.
Martha's raised an eyebrow but she and the other two were even more confused and Jack was still laughing. Ianto scowled at them all. If it was anyone but the dead man he'd have kicked their ass already.
"How?" Martha demanded.
Ianto shrugged, "It's possible that my natural healing energy is seeping into him and giving him minor functions."
"So he's touch starved. Your people must be far more advanced compared to what I saw if you natural abilities can do that without you trying." Martha looked like she wanted to put them under a microscope. "What else can you tell me about your people's technology?"
Ianto shook his head, "Not much. Unlike the rest of my family I haven't used our technology nor have I ever been in one of our cities. I can't help."
"Then I suggest you return to whatever it was you were doing and wait until Owen's need to touch has faded," Martha said and Jack nodded his agreement.
Ianto sighed and turned to head back down to the archives, "Come on, asshole."
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"So," Owen said, cornering Ianto in the kitchen and wrapping his arming around him, "Can you heal me now?"
Ianto shook his head, "They'll tell me when I can."
That didn't sit well with Owen, "What if they don't intend to tell you?"
The lights flickered above them and Ianto turned around to glare at him, "While the Sentinels and Ascended are notorious for getting on each other's nerves don't forget, we belong to the same race and that there is an implicit trust between us."
Owen was looking at the lights a little frightened, "They won't kill me, will they?"
Ianto laughed, "You have your uses so you're safe. Now, it's time to see Martha off and wish Tosh well on her date. Let's go."
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John found Earth to be one of the most fascinating places he'd ever been. The people were hot even if they did have a warped view on sex and sexuality and he found it very pleasurable watching them. He longed to touch, to have these people touching him but he was one part participant and two parts voyeur so it suited him fine.
He tried to find Eye Candy again but every time he got within two hundred feet of the Torchwood hub an irrational terror filled him and he just couldn't go any closer. He could care less, really. He was over Jack but the fact that he was part of an organization called Torchwood didn't sit well with him.
He'd been born and raised on the planed Mekii though his people had always been called the Genii. They'd been one of the more densely populated planets but that was because no one left and no one else settled. He left, but that was because the Genii coalition had ordered he join the Time Agency in order for the planet to prosper.
He was eight when the White Soldiers first took up an orbit around the planet for two months. They refused communication but remained in a neutral position before their sudden departure. They came again, this time in two ships when he was fifteen and his people threatened to attack if they didn't properly identify themselves. The commander of the first ship was a General C. Mitchell, his warship the Ipallada and the second ship Torchwood was commanded by a General J. Sheppard.
Something about General Sheppard had set the leaders of the Genii Coalition off, he later heard it was to do with the history of the Genii and they attacked without preamble.
Torchwood and Ipallada laid waste to the major Genii cities and military facilities but with surprisingly few causalities, yet still too many. They left without a word but John had figured it was all about showing the Genii who still had the power.
He ran into the Torchwood for a third time just after being stuck in the time loop with Jack. The ship had been docked at New New(x12) York and the White Soldiers were doing some quick repairs. Patrons and vacationers alike gave the ship and her crew a wide breath. As good and honorable as the White Soldiers were, people still feared them. He didn't go near the ship either but marveled at it from afar and came to fear it. It was the most advanced ship he had ever seen, and the most beautiful.
He looked over at the soft foot falls of a young girl and she stopped and stared at him. Farther down the street stood two body guards, watching her and her surroundings like hawks.
He frowned. People couldn't see him and he knew there was no one out this late at night.
"What do you want?" he asked.
He didn't expect an answer but to his utter shock he got one when she tilted her head and spoke. "You do not belong here Captain. You are dead and this is the plane of the living."
Chapter Title: Attachments
Series: The Sentinels
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tosh/Other, Owen/Other, Ianto/Other
Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel's life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race, what kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own. Is Torchwood really ready?
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, some dark themes
-----
"Is there something we should be aware of?" Jack asked with a flirtatious drawl as Ianto dragged himself up out of the archives, Owen clinging to him.
"Just get him off me," Ianto yelled.
That not only made Jack burst out laughing but drew the girls, whose faces varied from confusion to surprise. Ianto huffed and pouted at them all.
"Jack!" Ianto said indignantly. "He's practically humping me."
That got Owen's attention, his grip flexing and his body moving even closer. "Would that actually work?"
"You’re dead," Ianto snapped.
Owen shrugged, "You made this work. What else can you get working?"
The last he said with a roll of his hips and Ianto fought the nausea his actions caused. Seeing the expression on Ianto's face sent Jack into peals of laughter and their girls managed a few giggles despite their growing confusion.
"What's going on?" Martha was the first to ask.
"He can feel me," Ianto replied.
Martha's raised an eyebrow but she and the other two were even more confused and Jack was still laughing. Ianto scowled at them all. If it was anyone but the dead man he'd have kicked their ass already.
"How?" Martha demanded.
Ianto shrugged, "It's possible that my natural healing energy is seeping into him and giving him minor functions."
"So he's touch starved. Your people must be far more advanced compared to what I saw if you natural abilities can do that without you trying." Martha looked like she wanted to put them under a microscope. "What else can you tell me about your people's technology?"
Ianto shook his head, "Not much. Unlike the rest of my family I haven't used our technology nor have I ever been in one of our cities. I can't help."
"Then I suggest you return to whatever it was you were doing and wait until Owen's need to touch has faded," Martha said and Jack nodded his agreement.
Ianto sighed and turned to head back down to the archives, "Come on, asshole."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"So," Owen said, cornering Ianto in the kitchen and wrapping his arming around him, "Can you heal me now?"
Ianto shook his head, "They'll tell me when I can."
That didn't sit well with Owen, "What if they don't intend to tell you?"
The lights flickered above them and Ianto turned around to glare at him, "While the Sentinels and Ascended are notorious for getting on each other's nerves don't forget, we belong to the same race and that there is an implicit trust between us."
Owen was looking at the lights a little frightened, "They won't kill me, will they?"
Ianto laughed, "You have your uses so you're safe. Now, it's time to see Martha off and wish Tosh well on her date. Let's go."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
John found Earth to be one of the most fascinating places he'd ever been. The people were hot even if they did have a warped view on sex and sexuality and he found it very pleasurable watching them. He longed to touch, to have these people touching him but he was one part participant and two parts voyeur so it suited him fine.
He tried to find Eye Candy again but every time he got within two hundred feet of the Torchwood hub an irrational terror filled him and he just couldn't go any closer. He could care less, really. He was over Jack but the fact that he was part of an organization called Torchwood didn't sit well with him.
He'd been born and raised on the planed Mekii though his people had always been called the Genii. They'd been one of the more densely populated planets but that was because no one left and no one else settled. He left, but that was because the Genii coalition had ordered he join the Time Agency in order for the planet to prosper.
He was eight when the White Soldiers first took up an orbit around the planet for two months. They refused communication but remained in a neutral position before their sudden departure. They came again, this time in two ships when he was fifteen and his people threatened to attack if they didn't properly identify themselves. The commander of the first ship was a General C. Mitchell, his warship the Ipallada and the second ship Torchwood was commanded by a General J. Sheppard.
Something about General Sheppard had set the leaders of the Genii Coalition off, he later heard it was to do with the history of the Genii and they attacked without preamble.
Torchwood and Ipallada laid waste to the major Genii cities and military facilities but with surprisingly few causalities, yet still too many. They left without a word but John had figured it was all about showing the Genii who still had the power.
He ran into the Torchwood for a third time just after being stuck in the time loop with Jack. The ship had been docked at New New(x12) York and the White Soldiers were doing some quick repairs. Patrons and vacationers alike gave the ship and her crew a wide breath. As good and honorable as the White Soldiers were, people still feared them. He didn't go near the ship either but marveled at it from afar and came to fear it. It was the most advanced ship he had ever seen, and the most beautiful.
He looked over at the soft foot falls of a young girl and she stopped and stared at him. Farther down the street stood two body guards, watching her and her surroundings like hawks.
He frowned. People couldn't see him and he knew there was no one out this late at night.
"What do you want?" he asked.
He didn't expect an answer but to his utter shock he got one when she tilted her head and spoke. "You do not belong here Captain. You are dead and this is the plane of the living."
