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Fic - Lazarus 12/? [Torchwood]

Title: Lazarus (Chapter 11)
Fandom:
Torchwood
Rating:
PG (so far. Might get higher and the subsequent chapters) 
Pairing/Characters: Ianto; Jack; Gwen; Martha; Mickey; OCs (Jack/Ianto and there probably will be mentions of Gwen/Rhys)
Genre: General so far, but maybe romance eventually? It is after all a Janto fic
Summary:
Nine months later and Ianto wakes up from death.
Warning: None
Spoiler:
Mentions of Children of Earth, but nothing especific, except Ianto's death, but I don't consider it a fix it fic; at least not yet. 
Disclaimer:
Sadly, they are not mine. I'd never kill Ianto and ruin the best cannon shipper ever!
Notes:
Huge thanks to specialj67 for being my beta. Jackie, you rock!


Chapter 11

 

Emma glanced down at her watch with a frustrated sigh. Over 15 minutes since the last radio contact--what were the tactical team doing, braiding each others hair? She wasn’t cut for stakeouts, too much hurry-up-and-wait.  Not something she was especially keen to be doing at the moment. She put her earpiece on again and connected with the radio channel of Captain Darren. Emma wanted answers and she wanted them now.


“Captain, has Cooper moved yet?”


“Negative, ma’am. Still in the bath.” Captain Darren's tinny, static-y voice crackled over the connection.


“How long have she been there?” Emma asked suspiciously. Gwen Cooper was described as a woman of action in her file; it didn’t sit well with Emma that Cooper would hear that her friend might be in danger and decide oh, it's off for a bubble bath and a little 'me' time then.


“Almost two hours now. My wife is the same when she gets into the tub.” Darren commented, obviously bored, but too much of a professional to let it on.


“Do you have visual, Captain?” This whole situation was beyond frustrating.


“Affirmative.” That response made her relax a little, but only just a little.


“So you’re looking at her in the tub?”


Silence.  Then, “No ma’am. We have visual into the bedroom, not the bathroom. But I can see Cooper’s baby from here. She wouldn’t leave without her child.” Emma exhaled through clenched teeth.


“What is it doing?”


“What?”


“The baby. What is it doing?” she spat out.


“Nothing, just laying there. Sleeping I presume.”


“Now, Captain, how many babies do you know that spend two entire hours without crying or moving?” Emma asked, seething in anger. She could almost feel the fear over the comms.


“Should we go in ma’am?” He asked hesitantly and Emma wanted nothing more than to hit him, very hard.  With both fists.


“Of course you bloody idiot!” She shouted, before ripping the device from her ear and throwing against the wall. The tech, still working on locating Martha and Ianto Jones, looked up in shock, but ducked away when Emma turned her wrathful glare on him. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, Emma retrieved her comm from the floor and slid back on just in time to hear the tactical team break into the Williams house. She waited patiently until the Captain called her name over the line.


“Yes.” She replied shortly.  She knew what was coming.


“She’s gone ma’am. Got out through the bathroom window. The baby in the crib was a doll.” The growing dread blossomed into full panic and rage.


“Didn’t you have a man in that area Captain, to PREVENT an escape?”


“Yes, ma’am.” She continued listening as the man called one of his soldiers by the radio and got no reply. “Lawrence, check Donowitz’s position, he’s not answering his radio.”


“Yes sir.” A couple of minutes later, Lawrence called back. “Sir?”


“I’m listening,” said the Captain.


“I found Donowitz. He’s unconscious and tied up. No gun and no radio.” Both Emma and the Captain realized at the same time the implications of those words.


“She’s been listening to us.” Emma stated in a mix of shock and wonder. Gwen Cooper was good.


“We’re going radio silent right now.” Darren barked before cutting out, annoyed at being tricked by an apparently defenseless woman.


“Miss Waters?” the tech called timidly; she turned to look at him. “The General on the phone for you.”


Emma sagged back in her chair, taking a series of deep breaths to calm herself, this time not because of anger, but because of a pure, unadulterated fear.  What was He going to say?


“And another thing…” continued the tech as he handled Emma the phone, “we just located another branch of Torchwood just outside of Glasgow.  Ran by a man name Arthur Poe. It’s within the area of Dr. Jones phone call.”


Emma sighed in relief at that bit of good news. She could use that to ease the blow of loosing Gwen bloody Cooper. “Inform Captain Darren,” she instructed the man. “Tell him to send a team up there. I want to have dinner tonight while watching Ianto Jones’ autopsy.”


He nodded and scrambled out of the van, shocked by her words. Emma didn’t mind. It would provide her with the needed privacy to the General. She took another calming breath and guided the phone to her ear. “Sir,” she greeted tensely.


“Miss Waters, I was beginning to miss you.” He sounded amused, but his voice held no warmth. “What do you have to report?”


“Good news sir. Using Cooper’s call to Dr. Jones, we were able to limit the area of her possible position Glasgow and Edinburgh. Torchwood Two HQ is in Glasgow, I suspect that’s where they’re hiding. I already sent a team over.”


“Very good,” the General said pleased. “And what about Gwen Cooper?”


Emma hesitated, not wanting to deliver those news. “She managed to dodge the tactical team’s visual surveillance. I’m sorry sir.”


“So, it was the team’s fault?”


“Yes.” She answered carefully, not sure where that was going.


“Too bad, their mistakes are your mistakes Emma.” She froze in fear unable to reply. “Although, you managed to find Ianto Jones, one for one, I’ll give you another chance.”


“Thank you sir, thank you!” Emma said relief washing over her. She wasn’t dead. Yet.


“About the other matter…” The General trailed off meaningfully.


“No sign of him yet sir, and as far as I’m aware, they didn’t try to contact him.”


“Good.” She could hear the satisfaction in the man’s voice. “Let’s keep that way. I do not want Jack Harkness back on Earth. He tends to make things… harder.”


“Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.”


“Of course.” He said with a hint of something that Emma couldn’t quite identify. “You better hope that your best will be enough for this.” The General disconnected the call, but the threat hung heavy in that van. Emma gulped down nervously and closed the mobile, hands shaking terribly. God, she needed a drink.

---

Gwen got rid of the radio as soon as they realized she had it and went radio silent, but in the time she had it with her, she managed to gather some information. Those men surrounding her house were definitely not UNIT, the uniform was all wrong. And also, Emma Waters did not run that show, that much Gwen was certain about. No leader gets so panicked when discovering a target is missing. No, she was reporting to someone, and that someone would not be pleased when he found out that Waters had lost Gwen.


A police car stopped in front of Gwen as she turned over this intel in her mind, bouncing Carys in her arms. Andy had to roll down the window and call out to get her attention. She offered him a wide, gap-toothed smile and got in.


“Thank you so much for doing this, Andy.” She said as he maneuvered the car back into the traffic.


“No problem. Are you being chased by the police again?” he asked, glanced sideways to her. “I thought those days were over since Torchwood was closed.”


“Yeah, me too.” Gwen replied, rocking Carys to prevent her from transitioning from almost crying to full out shitfit. “Did you get to Rhys?”


“Yes, he’s going to meet us outside the town.”


After the whole incident with the 456, Gwen and Rhys had created a plan (more like Gwen made the plan, Rhys just nodded at the right moments) for whenever they needed to do a quick get away, and their middle man was Andy.  Gwen needed to have a plan of action to turn to when things went to shit, as they invariably did, especially after Jack buggered off to fuck knew where and Carys has been born.  Gwen and Rhys only had each other to count on now.  And Andy, too.


“Good.” She looked out the window then, lost in thought and Andy didn’t dare to say anything else. Carys buried her face in her mother's chest.

xxx

 

Chapter 12
Tags: fandom: torchwood, fanfic, jack/ianto
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