30 April 2009
Toshiko’s shoulders slumped slightly. “I am tired,” she admitted.
“Then go and lay down on the sofa,” Ianto encouraged. “I’ll wake you if anything happens.”
“You better.” She slowly rose to her feet, moving as if she’d somehow gained several decades in age. “And let me know what Andy says about Kathy, yeah?”
“You know I will.”
Toshiko hadn’t even had a chance to lie down before Owen was there with a blanket and a pillow from the autopsy bay. The medic carefully got her situated, and she smiled at him in gratitude.
She was asleep quickly.
“I’ll keep an eye on her Dragon Boy,” Owen volunteered. “But I also want to know if anything changes with you, too. We can’t have you collapsing on us, because none of us want to run this place.”
Ianto rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Gods and goddesses forbid you should have to take up any sort of responsibility.”
“Damned right. I’d just screw it up anyway.”
Even though Owen was teasing, Ianto was aware that he really did feel that way. Owen was actually a very good field leader, and it didn’t matter how many times he or Jack said just that. He simply didn’t have the same confidence he had in leadership that he had in his medical skills.
“I’m fine,” he assured their medic. “I still feel a bit strange, but I’m dealing. I’ll definitely inform you if it begins to affect my job.”
“See that you do.” Owen tucked himself into the end of the sofa, near Toshiko’s feet, and she unconsciously tucked her toes under his thigh. Ianto couldn’t help but recall when Toshiko had had a crush on the doctor, but she’d managed to leave it behind and find a future with Kathy. Really, they were so much better together than Toshiko and Owen would have been, and besides Owen had found someone else in Diane Holmes.
Personally, Ianto couldn’t wait until Diane joined them in Cardiff. She was going to fit in with the team really well.
“Deborah,” he said to their PA, “keep on the police bands. Trapped in the Hub like this, we need to know what’s going on up top.”
The young woman nodded. “It’s gotten really quiet,” she reported. “There were some reports of vandalism, but once the Daleks showed up that stopped.”
“I’m going to call Andy, and get the inside scoop on the constabulary,” he said, taking out his phone as he did so. He really hoped everything was alright at Cardiff CID, and that the Daleks hadn’t taken their homicidal tendencies out on the coppers. Things had been bad enough since Gray had set the Weevils on them; they, like the city, really hadn’t had a chance to recover yet.
“Are you lot okay?” Andy demanded upon answering the line.
“We’re fine for now,” the dragon answered. “But we have Daleks on our doorstep and I’m not sure how long we’re going to be able to keep them out. What’s going on there?”
Andy used some very colourful language at that news. “We’ve hunkered down here, and so far the bastards are leaving us alone, but there’s no telling how long that’s going to last if they think we’re some sort of threat. There’ve been a couple of casualties, coppers that were out in the field when the Daleks landed, but thank fuck for your warning because it could have been so much worse.”
“Keep your heads down until this is all done,” Ianto replied. “Hopefully that’ll be soon.”
“You think this is going to be ending in a good way?” Andy didn’t sound convinced, but then Ianto really couldn’t blame him. Circumstances were dire, there was no denying that.
“We’re working on it.” He didn’t want to explain over the phone; there was no telling if the Daleks could tap into the mobile network.
“Well, hurry up, because this is getting out of hand.”
Ianto couldn’t disagree.
“Is Kathy any better?” he asked instead.
“She’s up and about, but it’s like dealing with a bear with a hangover. I know she was gonna call about Toshiko as soon as she got things settled here, but she’s been worried…and if you tell her I admitted that to you, I’ll make sure the very next ticket Himself gets makes it to traffic court.”
Ianto couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Not a word, Detective Sergeant.”
“Good. Let me get the DCI on the phone and you can talk to her directly.”
There was a pause, during which Ianto checked on his own people. They were all being very careful not to look as if they were eavesdropping on his conversation; well, except for Patrick, who was still in the armoury.
The dragon stepped up behind Rhys, who’d managed to get the CCTV on the Plass up and running. In the grainy footage, he could see five Daleks up there, parked in a semi-circle as if they were consulting on what to do next. It was too bad those cameras didn’t have sound, because Ianto would have loved to hear what they were planning.
He played with the idea of getting up on the invisible lift and listening in, but there was no guarantee that the Daleks would have been affected by the perception filter. He just didn’t want to take the risk that he would be seen, since no matter his bravado at facing the Daleks as they penetrated the Hub he really didn’t want to face the Dalek guns. The dragon had no real way of knowing that they’d actually kill him.
“Jones,” Kathy’s exhausted-sounding voice came over the line, “please tell me that Tosh is alright.”
“She is,” he assured his friend. “She’s sleeping right now. It’s really done a number on her, though.”
The sigh of relief was loud and heartfelt. “Have you heard from anyone else?”
“Not lately,” the dragon answered, feeling guilty about it. “But Alice is being looked after at her job, and Johnny has things well in hand at Ddraig Llyn. Things have just been crazy around here, and I haven’t had time to check on them again.”
“Let me do that,” Kathy offered. “You lot save the world and we’ll be even.”
It was Ianto’s turn to be relieved. “I told Andy we’re working on it. Hopefully things will be back to normal soon.” He wanted so much to confide in her, but he just couldn’t take the chance that the Daleks would find out somehow.
“Well, as normal as things usually are around here.”
The dragon snorted. She wasn’t wrong about that. “Keep safe, alright? I really want to give Toshiko away at your wedding.”
“You all be careful out there. That includes Harkness. Don’t let him do anything idiotic.” That was quite possibly the closest that Kathy Swanson would ever get to admitting that she cared about Jack as well.
“We will be.”
“Tell Tosh I love her?” she pleaded.
“I can wake her and let you speak to her.”
“No, let her sleep. And you take care as well. I know you’re more affected than what you’re admitting.”
“I will. I promise.”
“And your promises are better than anyone else’s. Now, I need to get back to work. Maybe I won’t take my bad mood out on the coppers under my command now.”
It was said teasingly, but Ianto knew just how worried and afraid Kathy had been. “Please do, they’re all good people.”
“Get back to work, Jones. We’re all relying on Torchwood to put this right.”
There were times when he wasn’t so sure that they deserved the faith that people put in them, especially now when they were sitting on their arses, waiting for Jack and the Doctor to pull a rabbit out of their hats.
He hung up, shoulders slumping. Ianto was tired, and it had only been a couple of hours since the Daleks had stolen the Earth. There was no telling how long this was going to go on.
“Is Kathy and Andy okay?”
The dragon turned, nodding at Deborah’s question. “Both of them are. Although, I’m thinking you’re asking more about Andy than Kathy.”
The young woman blushed slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“Boss,” Patrick butted in, “I got a few surprises made up for you.” He had three small boxes cradled in his good arm, each with wires and attached to a lump of something that was most likely C-4. Ianto reached out and took one of the explosive devices from him. “We just need to get them set up where you want them.”
“Take Rhys with you and get one down to the sewer entrance and the dock,” he ordered, “and I’ll make sure this one is attached to the lift mechanism. Show me how to handle it.”
As Patrick pointed out the bomb’s workings, Ianto sent a small prayer to the Great Dragons, knowing that they really couldn’t hear him at that moment but needing that little bit of comfort that they were really going to succeed.