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Title: The Bone Shared: A Tale in the Life of Ianto Jones
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chasingtides
Fandoms: Torchwood, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 2, Supernatural Season 3
Disclaimer: None of this, sadly, is mine. I am just playing in several people's sandboxes, though I think some of them are not copyrighted sandboxes.
Summary: A Torchwood employee could never have a quiet night at the pub or a normal family life. The Winchesters could never have an easy job. Connecticut was never a pleasant state.
Author's Notes Before Reading: I'd like to thank the awesomesilwyna and una___sola for the beta job. As this is Torchwood and Supernatural, there are relationships of all sorts and all sorts of strange things happening. Also, Moodus Noises are, in fact, a real thing.
Chapter One
The dark-haired woman tossed a set of keys at Ianto, who caught them reflexively. “I got you the cabin next to mine, but you’d better head my way first. Grab your bags.”
Ianto grabbed both bags from the backseat of the rental car and followed Bethan down the mud path, toward the cabin. Tosh gaped silently for a moment before grabbing her computer bag and following them. The rain was cold and miserable and the cabins looked as though they were in need of repair.
Bethan’s cabin looked a bit nicer on the inside than its ramshackle outer appearance suggested. There was a decently modern looking kitchenette and a comfortable looking chintz couch in front of a fieldstone fireplace. Ianto took Tosh’s trench coat and hung it beside his own on a coat rack by the door before joining his sister by the fireplace.
Ianto enveloped Bethan in a tight, awkward hug and guided her down onto the sofa. “What are you doing, standing? You told me you sprained your knee.”
“I’ll stand if I want to, baby brother,” she protested with a smile, gently stretching her right leg to rest on the fireplace. “It isn’t that bad.”
Ianto sighed. “I will forever be surrounded by people who do not care for their own well-being. Did you at least brace it?”
“Of course I braced it. I’m the one with medical training.” She turned to look at Tosh, who was still standing by the door, holding her electronics bag. “Your new girlfriend doesn’t look like the reckless type.”
Tosh’s eyes widened. “No, we’re not dating; we’re just co-workers.”
“You didn’t break up with Lisa, then? Couldn’t you have brought her?” Bethan asked Ianto, her voice sharp. “You dragged a Torchwood… technician out here. Lisa could help and we might have found time for a family reunion with Tamara.”
Ianto paled and Tosh took a few steps into the room before realizing she didn’t know how to comfort him.
Bethan frowned and looked from Ianto’s pale dread to Tosh’s helpless concern. “What happened to Lisa?”
“She’s dead,” Ianto said through clenched teeth.
“Dead?” Bethan pushed herself to her feet, favoring her right leg slightly. “Dead? I know you didn’t call Tamara or their mother about the funeral. You certainly didn’t tell me or Mair or Maddoc. Do you really think you’re so isolated?”
Ianto’s jaw tightened, but he did not respond to his sister’s accusation.
“There was no funeral,” Tosh said. “I’m sorry you weren’t notified. We were unaware of surviving family.”
“Cause of death?”
“What?”
“Cause of death: how did Lisa die?” Bethan annunciated sharply.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Jones, but that’s classified,” Tosh replied quietly.
“We killed her,” Ianto told his sister slowly, painfully. “We filled her with bullets.”
“You would never hurt Lisa, never shoot her. Not your Lisa.” Bethan stared at her baby brother in shock. She knew that he had loved Lisa more than life itself and known that she felt the same way.
“I killed her just as much as if I had fired the gun. It was my fault.” He took a jagged breath. “I killed Lisa.”
Bethan shot a glare of disgust at Tosh, who was staring at Ianto in shock. “And you still work and live with these people? People who hurt Lisa and let you think it is your fault! You could have gone to Mum and Tad. To Mair. Hell, I know we haven’t talked in years, but if you had called us, Patrick and I would have helped you back on your feet.” She collected her younger brother into a hug. “Oh, god, Ianto, what have they done to you? If you had said something, we would have come for you.”
“We didn’t do anything to him,” Tosh exclaimed. “We let him stay.”
“You let him?” Bethan growled, not letting go of Ianto. “You let my brilliant brother stay with you after you murdered his girlfriend? How kind of you.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Tosh protested.
“Shut up!” Bethan snapped. “You don’t get to justify hurting my family!”
As Bethan advanced on her angrily, Tosh suddenly wished that she had never agreed to accompany Ianto to Connecticut. It wasn’t bad enough that she was his baby sitter or that these cabins in the woods were closer to camping than she ever wanted to be again, but his sister looked as though she might want to rip the entirety of Torchwood apart, bare handed.
*
“Bethan,” Ianto began reproachfully as they left the cabin. “This isn’t -”
“No.” She cut him off sharply. “I don’t care that you want to defend her! I don’t care that she’s your co-worker and you think she’s your friend! She is staying there and we – we are going to get some food and talk away from her, away from Torchwood, away from everything.”
“But -”
“No. Just…” Bethan looked distressed and on edge. “Could you get in the truck? Please? We’ll get some food and then we’ll come back and sort this out, okay? I promise. I promise you we’ll be back soon.”
Ianto sighed, but complied. He was unused to his usually confident and reckless sister being this concerned about him. “I still don’t think you should have tied her to the kitchen chair.”
“Do you want to eat in East Haddam or should I be planning to go all the way to Old Saybrook? You always did eat a lot when we were younger.”
“She’s not going to be happy when we untie her,” Ianto continued insistently, studiously ignoring both Bethan’s question and his own hunger.
Bethan slammed her hand onto the steering wheel as she took the turn for East Haddam, proper. “Damn it, Yan, I don’t care if she likes it or not and I don’t know if I will untie her! Now,” she paused and took a deep, calming breath, “let’s get some food in us and talk about something other than Torchwood. There’s a diner – a real one, actual train car and all – on the other side of town. We can get some burgers and just catch up or something. It has been five years, after all.”
Bethan pulled the truck into the lot behind the diner and parked. She closed her eyes for a moment and took another calming breath. “I realize that it’s just as much my fault as yours, maybe more, that we haven’t talked. And I am so sorry. Will you just come in and eat with me?”
Ianto nodded and followed his sister into the small diner. Bethan quickly chose an empty booth and handed him a menu. The diner was narrow and crowded, packed with local patrons, almost all cheerful and noisy, despite the dismal weather. To Ianto, it at once reminded him of home and felt utterly foreign and American.
“Will you -” Ianto paused and checked to see if anyone near their booth was listening to him. “Will you please let Toshiko go? She was telling the truth; she did nothing.”
“She hurt you and Lisa, that’s something,” Bethan insisted in a low voice. “No one hurts the people I love. But I really don’t want to talk about her right now. I want to hear about you, about your life. Or anything, really, other than Torchwood.” She said the word ‘Torchwood’ with such venom that Ianto flinched.
He stared at his hands for a moment in contemplation. “You never told me why you were here, or what happened to Patrick. You two always hunted together; why isn’t he here?”
“Mockimoodus,” Bethan told him with a strained smiled. “That’s what some of the tribes around here call this place: the place of the noises. The noises stopped before the American Revolution, but they’re back.”
“I thought those were attributed to seismic changes?” Ianto asked with a frown. “I read about them at university.”
“You would have. But we’re expecting something more.”
“That sounds ominous, more ominous than I remember.”
“Hell broke loose a couple months ago, literally. Life’s been a bit interesting since then, for all of us.” Bethan paused and flagged down a waitress. “We’ll have two burgers, fries, and two ice teas.”
“Make that a chicken sandwich.”
“Keeping the fries and ice tea, sweetie?” The waitress smiled warmly at Ianto.
“Yes.”
“Great. It’ll be a bit as we’re busy tonight, but I promise the food’ll be hot and the tea will be cold. That work for you?”
“Yeah,” Bethan replied, eying her brother oddly. When the waitress left, Bethan asked him, “What was that? You love burgers.”
Ianto flushed a little. “I don’t eat beef anymore.”
Bethan stared at him for a moment. “You don’t eat beef anymore. Mr. I-need-my-red-meat-like-I-need-air doesn’t eat beef anymore?”
“Cows are off the menu, that’s all,” Ianto said shortly. “It’s not a problem.”
“Jesus Christ,” Bethan swore. “Not even veal, like you insisted on having every fucking birthday as a kid?”
Ianto shook his head.
“Did Lisa finally convince you the poor cows are actually mistreated?” she asked with a smile.
Ianto flinched. “No. She didn’t have anything to do with it.”
Bethan ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. “Please, would you talk to me? Please?”
“This coming from the person who said she liked me until I learned how to talk,” Ianto retorted sharply.
“I was seven,” Bethan protested. “Until then, you’d been like this amazing doll and then you were a real person and… That’s not what made you shut everyone out was it? Not me?”
Before Ianto could answer, two men approached the table and interrupted them.
“Bethan? Bethan Moore? Is that really you?” The smaller of the two men grinned at Bethan.
Bethan looked up at the man and promptly cuffed him behind the ear. “Dean Winchester, you are a jackass!”
The man grinned winningly. “Does this mean we can eat dinner with you?” he asked, motioning to the other booths, which were all full.
Bethan slid toward the window. “Sure, you’ve got to eat. And I’ve been meaning to yell at you anyway.”
“Aw, what’d I do?” Dean whined good naturedly. “Come on, Sam, sit,” he said to his companion. “This is Bethan Moore; she helped me and dad with a water horse in Washington. This is my brother Sam.”
The other man sat down and perched on the edge of the bench next to Ianto. Dean caught the waitress’s attention and they ordered dinner, before Bethan rounded on him.
“I knew you were reckless after what you did with that water horse, but Hell? What were you thinking?”
Dean eyed Ianto a bit nervously. “It wasn’t quite like that, but we’re handling it.”
“You and every other hunter in the hemisphere,” Bethan snapped.
“That might not entirely be his fault,” Ianto said slowly.
Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at him intently.
“At work,” he continued, “we made some mistakes. Some big ones, ones that would affect your line of work.”
“What sort of mistakes?” Bethan asked him gently. It broke her heart to see her brother like this. He had always been an annoying little brother, always asking ‘Why?’ and not understanding that the adults didn’t always have an answer, and she wanted to wring the necks of the people responsible for doing this to him.
Ianto looked intensely uncomfortable. “I oughtn’t have said anything.”
Bethan reached across the table and gripped his hand in hers. “You can tell us, Ianto. If it affects what we do, we need to know.”
“We bent time and space to release the demon Abbadon.”
“Abbadon? The great devourer?” Sam asked at the same time Dean said, “That’s deep shit.”
“Who was possessed? Not you, I hope.” Bethan looked concerned.
“No,” Ianto replied, appearing even more uncomfortable. “Abbadon was manifest, no one was possessed.”
“Shit,” Dean repeated. “How did that happen? And what the hell do you do?”
“We were tricked,” Ianto replied, ignoring the second question. “We were lied to.”
“That’s what demons do,” Bethan retorted. “You were raised to be smarter than that. Tad would have more than your head if he knew you let a demon trick you.” She sighed, her eyes softening a bit. “How did it get to you if it wasn’t possessing anyone? Will it happen again with others?”
“We bent space and time, ripped it really. I don’t know that anyone else has the technology. We fixed up the problems in Britain, but there were tears across America, India, Australia. We don’t have jurisdiction there and the kinds of things that fall through those tears would end up in your line of work.”
“Where do you work that you’re ripping holes in time by accident, the Enterprise?” Dean exclaimed.
“British intelligence, based out of Cardiff,” Ianto replied just as the waitress arrived with their food and drinks.
“What happened?” Bethan asked once she was halfway through her burger. “You were always too smart to get tricked by demons and ghosts, even when we were just kids. Tad never worried about you.”
“As kids?” Dean looked confused as he inhaled his food. “You hunted as kids? The two of you?”
“Sure. Ianto’s my baby brother and Tad hunted, just like his tad before him. You can’t be the kid of a hunter without sometimes getting caught in the crossfire. How else would I have gotten into the business?
Dean shrugged uncomfortably. “I’ve heard that every hunter’s got a reason. I just figured that something had happened to you and Patrick, maybe a kid or one of you.”
“Not everyone’s got a bone to pick with someone particular,” Bethan replied, munching on a ketchup covered French fry. “But when you get possessed at the tender age of seven, you don’t want that happening to anyone else. And Pat, he wanted to join up.” She turned her attention back to her brother. “You never answered the question. You’re too smart to just get tricked.”
Ianto frowned, but replied. “It was Lisa. It tempted me with her. I knew what it was; I tried to warn them all, but I was fooled anyway. I thought – I thought if I did what I was told that Lisa could come back. That she wouldn’t be dead anymore.”
“Oh, Yan, I know you love her, we all do, but the dead stay dead.” Bethan looked at her brother sympathetically; she had loved Lisa as a sister, but knew he had to move on from his grief.
Sam and Dean exchanged an uncomfortable glance, but did not say anything.
“Not at Torchwood, they don’t,” Ianto said, his face blank and impassive. “I’ve seen the dead come back. After we killed them. I’ve thought about fitting padlocks on the morgue drawers.”
Everyone else at the table blanched a little at that statement.
“Why do you still work there?” Bethan snapped. “It’s killing you.”
Ianto frowned at his sister. “They give my life meaning.”
Bethan’s mouth pulled to a fine, angry line. “There is no fucking way I’m untying that bitch. She’s got some questions to answer.”
Author:
chasingtidesFandoms: Torchwood, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Torchwood Season 2, Supernatural Season 3
Disclaimer: None of this, sadly, is mine. I am just playing in several people's sandboxes, though I think some of them are not copyrighted sandboxes.
Summary: A Torchwood employee could never have a quiet night at the pub or a normal family life. The Winchesters could never have an easy job. Connecticut was never a pleasant state.
Author's Notes Before Reading: I'd like to thank the awesome
silwyna and una___sola for the beta job. As this is Torchwood and Supernatural, there are relationships of all sorts and all sorts of strange things happening. Also, Moodus Noises are, in fact, a real thing.Chapter One
The dark-haired woman tossed a set of keys at Ianto, who caught them reflexively. “I got you the cabin next to mine, but you’d better head my way first. Grab your bags.”
Ianto grabbed both bags from the backseat of the rental car and followed Bethan down the mud path, toward the cabin. Tosh gaped silently for a moment before grabbing her computer bag and following them. The rain was cold and miserable and the cabins looked as though they were in need of repair.
Bethan’s cabin looked a bit nicer on the inside than its ramshackle outer appearance suggested. There was a decently modern looking kitchenette and a comfortable looking chintz couch in front of a fieldstone fireplace. Ianto took Tosh’s trench coat and hung it beside his own on a coat rack by the door before joining his sister by the fireplace.
Ianto enveloped Bethan in a tight, awkward hug and guided her down onto the sofa. “What are you doing, standing? You told me you sprained your knee.”
“I’ll stand if I want to, baby brother,” she protested with a smile, gently stretching her right leg to rest on the fireplace. “It isn’t that bad.”
Ianto sighed. “I will forever be surrounded by people who do not care for their own well-being. Did you at least brace it?”
“Of course I braced it. I’m the one with medical training.” She turned to look at Tosh, who was still standing by the door, holding her electronics bag. “Your new girlfriend doesn’t look like the reckless type.”
Tosh’s eyes widened. “No, we’re not dating; we’re just co-workers.”
“You didn’t break up with Lisa, then? Couldn’t you have brought her?” Bethan asked Ianto, her voice sharp. “You dragged a Torchwood… technician out here. Lisa could help and we might have found time for a family reunion with Tamara.”
Ianto paled and Tosh took a few steps into the room before realizing she didn’t know how to comfort him.
Bethan frowned and looked from Ianto’s pale dread to Tosh’s helpless concern. “What happened to Lisa?”
“She’s dead,” Ianto said through clenched teeth.
“Dead?” Bethan pushed herself to her feet, favoring her right leg slightly. “Dead? I know you didn’t call Tamara or their mother about the funeral. You certainly didn’t tell me or Mair or Maddoc. Do you really think you’re so isolated?”
Ianto’s jaw tightened, but he did not respond to his sister’s accusation.
“There was no funeral,” Tosh said. “I’m sorry you weren’t notified. We were unaware of surviving family.”
“Cause of death?”
“What?”
“Cause of death: how did Lisa die?” Bethan annunciated sharply.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Jones, but that’s classified,” Tosh replied quietly.
“We killed her,” Ianto told his sister slowly, painfully. “We filled her with bullets.”
“You would never hurt Lisa, never shoot her. Not your Lisa.” Bethan stared at her baby brother in shock. She knew that he had loved Lisa more than life itself and known that she felt the same way.
“I killed her just as much as if I had fired the gun. It was my fault.” He took a jagged breath. “I killed Lisa.”
Bethan shot a glare of disgust at Tosh, who was staring at Ianto in shock. “And you still work and live with these people? People who hurt Lisa and let you think it is your fault! You could have gone to Mum and Tad. To Mair. Hell, I know we haven’t talked in years, but if you had called us, Patrick and I would have helped you back on your feet.” She collected her younger brother into a hug. “Oh, god, Ianto, what have they done to you? If you had said something, we would have come for you.”
“We didn’t do anything to him,” Tosh exclaimed. “We let him stay.”
“You let him?” Bethan growled, not letting go of Ianto. “You let my brilliant brother stay with you after you murdered his girlfriend? How kind of you.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Tosh protested.
“Shut up!” Bethan snapped. “You don’t get to justify hurting my family!”
As Bethan advanced on her angrily, Tosh suddenly wished that she had never agreed to accompany Ianto to Connecticut. It wasn’t bad enough that she was his baby sitter or that these cabins in the woods were closer to camping than she ever wanted to be again, but his sister looked as though she might want to rip the entirety of Torchwood apart, bare handed.
*
“Bethan,” Ianto began reproachfully as they left the cabin. “This isn’t -”
“No.” She cut him off sharply. “I don’t care that you want to defend her! I don’t care that she’s your co-worker and you think she’s your friend! She is staying there and we – we are going to get some food and talk away from her, away from Torchwood, away from everything.”
“But -”
“No. Just…” Bethan looked distressed and on edge. “Could you get in the truck? Please? We’ll get some food and then we’ll come back and sort this out, okay? I promise. I promise you we’ll be back soon.”
Ianto sighed, but complied. He was unused to his usually confident and reckless sister being this concerned about him. “I still don’t think you should have tied her to the kitchen chair.”
“Do you want to eat in East Haddam or should I be planning to go all the way to Old Saybrook? You always did eat a lot when we were younger.”
“She’s not going to be happy when we untie her,” Ianto continued insistently, studiously ignoring both Bethan’s question and his own hunger.
Bethan slammed her hand onto the steering wheel as she took the turn for East Haddam, proper. “Damn it, Yan, I don’t care if she likes it or not and I don’t know if I will untie her! Now,” she paused and took a deep, calming breath, “let’s get some food in us and talk about something other than Torchwood. There’s a diner – a real one, actual train car and all – on the other side of town. We can get some burgers and just catch up or something. It has been five years, after all.”
Bethan pulled the truck into the lot behind the diner and parked. She closed her eyes for a moment and took another calming breath. “I realize that it’s just as much my fault as yours, maybe more, that we haven’t talked. And I am so sorry. Will you just come in and eat with me?”
Ianto nodded and followed his sister into the small diner. Bethan quickly chose an empty booth and handed him a menu. The diner was narrow and crowded, packed with local patrons, almost all cheerful and noisy, despite the dismal weather. To Ianto, it at once reminded him of home and felt utterly foreign and American.
“Will you -” Ianto paused and checked to see if anyone near their booth was listening to him. “Will you please let Toshiko go? She was telling the truth; she did nothing.”
“She hurt you and Lisa, that’s something,” Bethan insisted in a low voice. “No one hurts the people I love. But I really don’t want to talk about her right now. I want to hear about you, about your life. Or anything, really, other than Torchwood.” She said the word ‘Torchwood’ with such venom that Ianto flinched.
He stared at his hands for a moment in contemplation. “You never told me why you were here, or what happened to Patrick. You two always hunted together; why isn’t he here?”
“Mockimoodus,” Bethan told him with a strained smiled. “That’s what some of the tribes around here call this place: the place of the noises. The noises stopped before the American Revolution, but they’re back.”
“I thought those were attributed to seismic changes?” Ianto asked with a frown. “I read about them at university.”
“You would have. But we’re expecting something more.”
“That sounds ominous, more ominous than I remember.”
“Hell broke loose a couple months ago, literally. Life’s been a bit interesting since then, for all of us.” Bethan paused and flagged down a waitress. “We’ll have two burgers, fries, and two ice teas.”
“Make that a chicken sandwich.”
“Keeping the fries and ice tea, sweetie?” The waitress smiled warmly at Ianto.
“Yes.”
“Great. It’ll be a bit as we’re busy tonight, but I promise the food’ll be hot and the tea will be cold. That work for you?”
“Yeah,” Bethan replied, eying her brother oddly. When the waitress left, Bethan asked him, “What was that? You love burgers.”
Ianto flushed a little. “I don’t eat beef anymore.”
Bethan stared at him for a moment. “You don’t eat beef anymore. Mr. I-need-my-red-meat-like-I-need-air doesn’t eat beef anymore?”
“Cows are off the menu, that’s all,” Ianto said shortly. “It’s not a problem.”
“Jesus Christ,” Bethan swore. “Not even veal, like you insisted on having every fucking birthday as a kid?”
Ianto shook his head.
“Did Lisa finally convince you the poor cows are actually mistreated?” she asked with a smile.
Ianto flinched. “No. She didn’t have anything to do with it.”
Bethan ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. “Please, would you talk to me? Please?”
“This coming from the person who said she liked me until I learned how to talk,” Ianto retorted sharply.
“I was seven,” Bethan protested. “Until then, you’d been like this amazing doll and then you were a real person and… That’s not what made you shut everyone out was it? Not me?”
Before Ianto could answer, two men approached the table and interrupted them.
“Bethan? Bethan Moore? Is that really you?” The smaller of the two men grinned at Bethan.
Bethan looked up at the man and promptly cuffed him behind the ear. “Dean Winchester, you are a jackass!”
The man grinned winningly. “Does this mean we can eat dinner with you?” he asked, motioning to the other booths, which were all full.
Bethan slid toward the window. “Sure, you’ve got to eat. And I’ve been meaning to yell at you anyway.”
“Aw, what’d I do?” Dean whined good naturedly. “Come on, Sam, sit,” he said to his companion. “This is Bethan Moore; she helped me and dad with a water horse in Washington. This is my brother Sam.”
The other man sat down and perched on the edge of the bench next to Ianto. Dean caught the waitress’s attention and they ordered dinner, before Bethan rounded on him.
“I knew you were reckless after what you did with that water horse, but Hell? What were you thinking?”
Dean eyed Ianto a bit nervously. “It wasn’t quite like that, but we’re handling it.”
“You and every other hunter in the hemisphere,” Bethan snapped.
“That might not entirely be his fault,” Ianto said slowly.
Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at him intently.
“At work,” he continued, “we made some mistakes. Some big ones, ones that would affect your line of work.”
“What sort of mistakes?” Bethan asked him gently. It broke her heart to see her brother like this. He had always been an annoying little brother, always asking ‘Why?’ and not understanding that the adults didn’t always have an answer, and she wanted to wring the necks of the people responsible for doing this to him.
Ianto looked intensely uncomfortable. “I oughtn’t have said anything.”
Bethan reached across the table and gripped his hand in hers. “You can tell us, Ianto. If it affects what we do, we need to know.”
“We bent time and space to release the demon Abbadon.”
“Abbadon? The great devourer?” Sam asked at the same time Dean said, “That’s deep shit.”
“Who was possessed? Not you, I hope.” Bethan looked concerned.
“No,” Ianto replied, appearing even more uncomfortable. “Abbadon was manifest, no one was possessed.”
“Shit,” Dean repeated. “How did that happen? And what the hell do you do?”
“We were tricked,” Ianto replied, ignoring the second question. “We were lied to.”
“That’s what demons do,” Bethan retorted. “You were raised to be smarter than that. Tad would have more than your head if he knew you let a demon trick you.” She sighed, her eyes softening a bit. “How did it get to you if it wasn’t possessing anyone? Will it happen again with others?”
“We bent space and time, ripped it really. I don’t know that anyone else has the technology. We fixed up the problems in Britain, but there were tears across America, India, Australia. We don’t have jurisdiction there and the kinds of things that fall through those tears would end up in your line of work.”
“Where do you work that you’re ripping holes in time by accident, the Enterprise?” Dean exclaimed.
“British intelligence, based out of Cardiff,” Ianto replied just as the waitress arrived with their food and drinks.
“What happened?” Bethan asked once she was halfway through her burger. “You were always too smart to get tricked by demons and ghosts, even when we were just kids. Tad never worried about you.”
“As kids?” Dean looked confused as he inhaled his food. “You hunted as kids? The two of you?”
“Sure. Ianto’s my baby brother and Tad hunted, just like his tad before him. You can’t be the kid of a hunter without sometimes getting caught in the crossfire. How else would I have gotten into the business?
Dean shrugged uncomfortably. “I’ve heard that every hunter’s got a reason. I just figured that something had happened to you and Patrick, maybe a kid or one of you.”
“Not everyone’s got a bone to pick with someone particular,” Bethan replied, munching on a ketchup covered French fry. “But when you get possessed at the tender age of seven, you don’t want that happening to anyone else. And Pat, he wanted to join up.” She turned her attention back to her brother. “You never answered the question. You’re too smart to just get tricked.”
Ianto frowned, but replied. “It was Lisa. It tempted me with her. I knew what it was; I tried to warn them all, but I was fooled anyway. I thought – I thought if I did what I was told that Lisa could come back. That she wouldn’t be dead anymore.”
“Oh, Yan, I know you love her, we all do, but the dead stay dead.” Bethan looked at her brother sympathetically; she had loved Lisa as a sister, but knew he had to move on from his grief.
Sam and Dean exchanged an uncomfortable glance, but did not say anything.
“Not at Torchwood, they don’t,” Ianto said, his face blank and impassive. “I’ve seen the dead come back. After we killed them. I’ve thought about fitting padlocks on the morgue drawers.”
Everyone else at the table blanched a little at that statement.
“Why do you still work there?” Bethan snapped. “It’s killing you.”
Ianto frowned at his sister. “They give my life meaning.”
Bethan’s mouth pulled to a fine, angry line. “There is no fucking way I’m untying that bitch. She’s got some questions to answer.”
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And I love Dean's line about the Enterprise.
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“We didn’t do anything to him,” Tosh exclaimed. “We let him stay.”
That was probably the worst way to phrase that. Unfortunately, Tosh is unaware that her audience would be amenable to hearing about the monster that took over Lisa.
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