A/N:
Hi everyone ^_^
I guess this is the first time I have actually put out an author's note so it's about time right?
Haha thought so!
Anyway, thank you all so much for the support so far all of the views, favs, followers and reviews, they are all very much appreciated; especially considering this is my first public fanfic.
I will of course try to update as much as possible before studying resumes so I hope you all stay along for the ride.
Oh and I have a writing buddy by the name of azehcaz who I strongly recommend you guys follow ^_^
They've just began to continue writing and has somehow managed to perfectly balance Dr. Who and Harry Potter in a fantastic crossover story (please read :D )
I probably forgot to put this in in my haste for getting my first chapters out there but yes like so many others I unfortunately do not own the rights to Torchwood or the many characters involved.
Coffee, Teaboys and Blood oh my...
Jack makes his way through the cog door, dumping his gear and making a beeline towards the Archives.
Although Jack was still a little mad at Ianto for his disloyalty, he'd attempted to keep the atmosphere as normal as possible; seeing no need in embarrassing the man further by highlighting his errors for the rest of his life.
He's been caught and punished. No more to it.
One way he had tried to maintain the structure was to keep Ianto on permanent coffee duty, knowing that it relaxed the team, including Ianto.
Stopping only briefly at the entrance to knock softly on the door frame, while peaking around the corner, Jack couldn't help but grin.
"Ian-to" Jack called. "If you wouldn't be so kind as to make me one of your delicious…"
He paused and stepped into the room, looking confused when he realised the young Welshman was nowhere in sight, "…coff-ees?" he finished.
Where could he have gotten off to now?
Deciding on asking one of the girls if they'd seen him, Jack strolled out of the archives, arms crossed in thought of where he's gone to.
Pushing aside further thoughts of betrayal which seem to be common dialogue for Owen ever since the Lisa ordeal.
"JJAAACCCCKKKK!... oh Gods noooo no no noooooo…"
Forgetting Ianto, Jack bolted out to the centre Hub, Webley already drawn out in front; scanning the area, puzzled when he failed to see an immediate threat.
He turned to see Owen jogging from the autopsy bay guns drawn in Tosh's direction and looking just as confused as him.
Jack was quickly at his side "Owen? What's going on" he demanded.
"I don't know Jack, she – just…" stuttered Owen.
Owen holstered his gun and was now crouched next to Tosh's kneeling frame. He put two hands to either side of her face, making her look away from the ceiling and at him.
"Tosh, sweetie come on look at me….That's a girl" he cooed. "Tosh what's wrong? Are you injured?"
Please be alright.
She moved her hand and Owen cursed as he noticed the blood caked on her palm and cheek and set about trying to get more information out of the woman.
"Tosh, where are you hurt? You need to tell me" he pleaded, not even noticing when his voice cracked in concern.
She turned to look back at him, her face ghostly white, before shaking her head slightly and looking back at the ceiling. Following her gaze to the above catwalk, he froze.
Oh Jesus.
Obviously Jack had done the same because the next second he was bounding up the stairs and across the body which lay there.