Roots
Series: Mosaic (no need to know the other parts)
Word Count: ~ 43.000
Summary: While Ianto hides Lisa in the basement and starts a sexual relationship with Jack, the team has to face mythical troublemakers, UNIT officials and a strange series of comas in Bute Park. In the meantime, Suzie feels drawn to a gauntlet with the ability to revive the dead.
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Suzie Costello, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Lisa Hallett, Archie, Myfanwy, Yvonne (mentioned in the novel Almost Perfect), Gwen Cooper, OCs
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa, Owen/Suzie
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Everything Changes, Cyberwoman, Fragments, characters from Children Of Earth / References to the novels Another Life and SkyPoint / References to the comic Shroud / Doctor Who: Doomsday
Setting: after Doctor Who: Doomsday, before series one of Torchwood up until the episode Everything Changes
Warnings: Scenes that could be seen as dub-con, sex, partner betrayal, language
Author's Note: This was written for the tw_bigbang and is a prequel to my Mosaic 'verse. Though references are made, there's no need to know the other parts I've written. Puks are fairy-like, mythological creatures from Germany. I took some liberties with them.
Beta: danian did the english version and Inja did the German one. Thanks for your fast work, guys!
Disclaimer: I'm not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Torchwood and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.
Other parts of this series (no need to know them):
The Enemy Within
This Crying Earth
The Golden Boy
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Chapter 1 – Hideaway
Prologue
SkyPoint was a prestige project, designed to draw people with money to Cardiff. It was supposed to be the first one in a whole pipeline of projects cut out for those who could afford luxury.
But then – a few months ago – the investor had lost interest, and now the architect and the city council were looking for someone who was determined to see the project through to the end. Until then, the half-finished skeleton marked the city, laughed at by those who couldn't afford to live there, and gazed at with longing by those who still dreamed of buying a flat in it. It was deserted, not even a security guard protecting it, just a high wire-netting fence and a few signposts.
Ianto Jones didn't pay those any mind while he cut through the fence and hurried through the gaping front door into the unfinished building. The straps of his backpack cut into his shoulders, weighed down by his heavy burden, but he just gritted his teeth and took the stairs up, guided by his torch.
The floors were already divided-off by walls. Some flats were closer to being finished than others. Ianto's torch found electric cables hanging from the ceiling and pipes waiting to pump water through the building one day. The elevator wasn't installed yet, the shaft just a deep gaping channel from the top of the building down to the basement. The flats he passed by were big lofts with huge window fronts, allowing a breathtaking view of the city and the bay where they weren't taped off with plastic sheets, getting better the higher up he went. Some metal columns were lying around in the endless corridors. Abandoned tools and fire extinguishers were everywhere as if the workmen had only left for a short break.
The building was haunting, unreal, because it was so very quiet and the scuffing noise of Ianto's trainers on the floor and the distant city twelve floors below him the only thing to be heard.
Ianto looked for the perfect place for about an hour and finally found a part of the building on floor fourteen where the workers had already installed windows and doors – maybe to show the flat to interested buyers who didn't mind seeing it in its raw state.
Quickly, Ianto pulled a lead box from his backpack and put it in the middle of the spacious living room, then he set the time-lock on it to open in eight hours. He'd scratched away the Torchwood One label, more out of nerves than anything else. As soon as the team from Torchwood Three – his team, he reminded himself, Torchwood One was gone, burned to the ground, and Torchwood Three was now his working place – found the isolation unit, they would know where it came from. The design was unmistakable. Torchwood One had created this type of isolation unit after scavenging several technologies from various alien races. Its lead walls could hold in radiation and all kinds of radio signals, its alloy was resistant against gasses and the lock was unbreakable. Ianto had found this box in one of the many storage units Torchwood had hidden in plain sight all over the country. He'd managed to get to one of them before UNIT had come barging in, claiming everything Torchwood One related for themselves. He'd stolen the box just for this purpose; its contents would suffice as a distraction for the team. Ianto needed the Torchwood Three Hub to himself for a few hours without raising suspicion.
He checked that the windows were all sealed tight and closed all doors that led into any of the yet windowless rooms. After all, he didn't want them to get out and terrorize the city. Puks were mean little creatures, overall not very dangerous, just extremely bothersome.
Satisfied, he left the building the way he'd entered it and vanished into the night.