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29 February 2008 @ 11:49 am
day 5 - before the world changed  

Jack and Gwen travelled to the cathedral in daylight, against my best protests. Not one weevils was there, though they did find something interesting in their search. (Query; golden box. Alien inscriptions, perhaps related to the Egyptology? Possible power source attracting the weevils? Ask Jack.) Whatever it is it's helped us in understanding weevils a little better; they're definitely attracted to power. Possible note for future?

I went home early yesterday. Seems that I'm not as tough as I thought I was. I just can't handle a bit of rough and tumble with the big blokes, so Jack says. He would know. Got a phone call off him later in the evening.

Did I ever mention how utterly convincing Jack can be on the phone? He had me saying yes after only ten minutes.

He had me saying "oh-god-jack" after thirteen.


Steam rose on the window, the warmth of the air conditioning making mist crawl up the windscreen as it hit the cold glass. The heat seemed to crawl over Jack's skin, leaving a thin layer of sweat against his shirt and skin, stifling him in the small confines of the SUV. He pulled absently at his collar, loosening it a bit as he got Gwen to read over some of the research that he'd been looking at the previous night.

"Says here that in nineteen forty-six the church had major reconstruction done to the bell tower," she said to Jack for the tenth time that morning. "Worth looking at that first?"

Jack nodded, keeping his eyes on the road as he bounced up onto the curb and drove around the trees and benches lining Queen Street.

"Sounds good. Tosh, you getting any readings of weevils in the area?"

Through the comm system Tosh's voice broke through a wall of static. "None, Jack. It looks clear."

"Let's hope the weevils are out to play somewhere else," remarked Jack, casting a wry glance at Gwen as he parked the SUV down Charles Street. They got out of the SUV just as a man selling the Big Issue appeared. He approached Jack, wafting a pile of magazines at him. Jack patted his coat pockets to show that he wasn't carrying any change and strode towards the cathedral without a backward glance. When he turned around again a minute later Gwen was running up behind him, a rolled up copy in her hand. She shrugged helplessly and walked through the door which Jack held open for her, amusement threatening to break his perfectly-fixed disapproving frown.

The inside of the cathedral was cool and dark, a contrast to the humidity of the SUV. Jack shivered at the sudden temperature change and drew his coat more tightly around him. As they approached the main sanctuary, Jack could tell something was amiss. A smell hung in the air, different to the bookish mustiness of old buildings, one of fresh meat and death. Drawing his gun, Jack raised the Webley to shoulder height and gestured for Gwen to follow him close behind. They edged into the church, silence following them, the click of their heels on the stone flagstones made louder by the absence of noise.

A man sat on a pew near the front. Even at a quick glance Jack could see that the church was in a state of disrepair. Some of the pews had been crushed and splintered, others marked as though something had clawed at them. Gwen walked quickly to the man, ignoring Jack's whispered hisses of protest, and paused a few pews short of where he sat.


The man turned slowly, surprise at seeing another person obvious in his lined features.

"Thugs. Hooligans," he mumbled, nodding to the back of the church. "All destroyed. No thought. House of God... don't they respect anything?"

Convinced that the man was nothing more than a caretaker, Jack left Gwen and headed for the back of the church. Gwen had said that the bell tower had been altered during 1946, the year of the first recorded weevil sighting had been dated. Greatcoat flowing behind him Jack strode forward and disappeared into a room in the west side of the cathedral. There was a thin passage onto which doors lined the wall intermittently, before the hall opened out into a larger room, a bell tower. Jack jogged up the flight of stairs taking two steps at a time.

At the top of the stairs, almost unnoticeable in the presence of the large bells which dwelled in the rafters, a small door stood, hidden as it blended in with the old grey walls. Jack pushed the door, his strength making the old hinges buckle almost immediately under his weight. Dust rose from the rafters where his feet touched the floor. He withdrew a torch from his coat pocket and shone it around the room quickly, scanning it for anything unusual. Somewhere in here the key to their problems lay; it would help if he knew for which lock it had to fit.

Going over the room slowly, Jack began to sort through the mounds of debris scattered over the tables and floors. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with exquisite, ancient texts. Jack smiled; Ianto would be in heaven in the literary wonder that was the room. He'd almost given up hope of finding anything out of the ordinary when something caught his eye, something distinctly bright and gaudy in the wake of so much history and age.

Jack picked up the gold box carefully.

Beneath it was a letter.

To Jack, it began. Jack felt a chill wash over him, one which had little to do with the draughty room and everything to do with a too-familiar sense of foreboding. He folded the letter into his pocket and placed the box under his arm, leaving the room otherwise undisturbed.

As he jogged down the staircase, Ianto's voice suddenly crackled over the speaker. "Jack? Is everything okay?"

Shrouded in stillness, alone at the back of the church, Jack raised his hand to his ear and pressed the comm. “It’s probably nothing,” he began, the box cool and heavy in his hand.

“Isn’t probably just another way of saying hopefully?”


Jack disconnected the call from Ianto and contacted Gwen.

The sound of footsteps echoed off the wall as Gwen jogged to the back of the sanctuary and slipped through an old door. The heavy oak squeaked in it's frame as Gwen swung it shut, the click of a lock snapping back in place loud in the thick veil of silence. It felt almost suffocating in the tight passages surrounding the main part of the church. Ahead of her she could just make out Jack, striding towards her as though he wanted to leave the place as fast as possible.

"We've got what we came for. Let's go."

The letter felt like a weight in his pocket. He didn't look Gwen in the eyes as they left the building and got into the SUV.

"You found what you wanted?" she asked once they'd done up their seatbelts and Jack had started the engine. He looked across at her, expression grim. Gwen knew even then that the answer wouldn't be good for them all.

"Unfortunately, I think I have."

[TIM conversation begins]

Tosh: Hey Ianto! How are you feeling?

Ianto: Alright, ta! Nothing a bit of coffee can't handle.

Tosh: Jack says two lumps. Whatever that means.

Ianto: Tell him I'll be up with the coffee in a bit. Want one?

Tosh: I'd love one!

Tosh: Heard about the cathedral?

Ianto: Nope. Jack just went to his office. Why?

Tosh: They found something. A box.

Ianto: I presume we're not talking the kind Tesco's gets their veg delivered in here?

Tosh: Gold.

Ianto: I'll take that as a no then.

Tosh: Jack's looking at it now. I'm going to see if we can run some scans on it in a bit.

Ianto: Great. I'll see if the archives have anything that may help us.

Tosh: Thanks, Ianto!

Ianto: No worries. See you in a bit.

[Conversation ends]

[TIM conversation begins]

Ianto: Hello!

Gwen: Hi!

Gwen: How u feeling?

Ianto: Much better, ta. Find anything interesting at the cathedral?

Gwen: Jack found something. Not sure what, he wouldn't show me.

Gwen: Has he spoken 2 u about it?

Ianto: Nope, haven't heard from him since you got back. He's in his office, I think.

Ianto: Gwen?

Gwen: Yep. Just looked.

Gwen: Guess what? I'm off on my holidays!

Ianto: You're meant to pause there so I can guess.

Ianto: When to?

Gwen: Tomorrow! Going home now to pack. Rhys is taking me away for a late valentines.

Ianto: Sounds lovely.

Gwen: Yep.

Gwen: Did u and Jack go anywhere?

Gwen: Ianto?

Ianto: How do you mean?

Gwen: You know. For Valentines day?

Ianto: No. Should we have?

Gwen: I just thought, u kno.

Ianto: Do I?

Gwen: Never mind. See u in a week! x

Ianto: Yep. Have fun while we're busy alien-hunting! :)

[Conversation ends]

To: "Ianto Jones" <rydwinhofficoffi@torchwoodthree.com>
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 17:24 PM
From: "Owen Harper" <thedoctorisin@torchwoodthree.com>
Subject: Files

Ianto mate,

I need a list of weevil locations in the past 24 hours. Jack's checking up on them and Tosh is busy with analysing this or the other so guess who's stuck doing the researching jobs. Complete bollocks if you ask me. Weevils are weevils. We hunt them. We do not need to find out their reasons for deciding to gather once every so often.

Where's the coffee, by the way? Careful or you'll get sacked.

To: "Owen Harper" <thedoctorisin@torchwoodthree.com>
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 17:42 PM
From: "Ianto Jones" <rydwinhofficoffi@torchwoodthree.com>
Subject: RE: Files


Back to your usual charming self I see. It's good that the weevils didn't leave their mark on you for too long. I've forwarded the latest readings off the scanner. Looks like everything's gone quiet. That's nice, isn't it? Aren't you happy to know that a couple of guys like us managed to scare the bad guys away?

Coffee is on it's way. A please wouldn't go amiss.

To: "Ianto Jones" <rydwinhofficoffi@torchwoodthree.com>
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 17:44 PM
From: "Owen Harper" <thedoctorisin@torchwoodthree.com>
Subject: RE: Files

I don't do charming. I do sarcastic, apathetic and sceptical. What can I say? It seems to have worked so far.

I'll forward these to Jack. I'm ecstatic that the weevils have left. That's the sarcastic bit by the way.

3 sugars. Please.

To: "Owen Harper" <thedoctorisin@torchwoodthree.com>
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 17:53 PM
From: "Ianto Jones" <rydwinhofficoffi@torchwoodthree.com>
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258

Hmm. I noticed.

Glad to see you taking credit for other peoples work, there. You owe me a coffee. On second thoughts maybe not. You're not touching the coffee machine.

And the please didn't hurt, did it? I'll be there in five ticks.

Friday (cont.)

Tonight, Gwen has gone to Paris. Apparently after the space whale and evil church-going weevils, she needs a break. Jack wasn't ecstatic about her decision, but eventually decided to let her go. He says that later is going to be spent looking at the box. I don't think he means watching the Weakest Link on BBC 1.


Jack sat in his office, the cool blues of the hub reflecting off the water, casting rippling light into his office as he eyed the box on his desk. With hands clasped together, index fingers pointed up to create a steeple, Jack leaned forward and stared at the gold fretwork intensely. Beneath his paperwork the letter lay. He'd read it with a vague sense of predestination, as though it were not mere coincidence that it had been his team to find the golden box.

To Jack, the letter had read.

If you are reading this, as I know you shall, then it truly is fate that we should meet. A thousand years have disappeared, crumbled through time, waiting for us to meet like they know we should. Do you remember that day, Jack? That beach, the sand in our clothes as it was swept up by the sea breeze? Do you remember that loss, Jack? I do.

I'm waiting, Jack.


Jack had met a lot of men, he had to admit that much, but Adam didn't ring any bells. Sands, sea breezes; all of it seemed foreign. He'd been in the city too long, forgotten the beach, the gulls cry as it flew overhead. And yet he had been led to a bay, a small harbour in the middle of a city, chosen it to be his modern day home. Cardiff.

But still no Adam.

Marking the name with a black pen, Jack signed a plastic bag and went to place the box in it when a voice called out.

"Hullo!" Ianto gave a little wave as he popped his head around the door and came in with a tray, on top of which were two coffees. Smiling gratefully Jack took the darkest one and leaned back in his chair again, casting his hand in a careless gesture towards the box.

"It doesn't do anything. It won't open. I can't find a use for it other than a not particularly attractive mantelpiece ornament." He looked up. He trusted Ianto and the letter weighed heavy in his mind but...

Ianto was frowning at him.

"What is it?"

Sticking his bottom lip out, Ianto shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "But we found it, right? I mean, it's in our hands now. We don't need to worrying that it'll be used for the wrong reasons."

Looking unconvinced, Jack picked the box up in his hand. As he did so something fell from it, a tiny block disconnected from the main brick. Jack frowned. He placed the box back on the desk and took the small gold structure between his fingers, turning it each way, inspecting it under the glare of his desk lamp.

"It doesn't do anything," he repeated in a soft voice, placing the jigsaw piece onto the table. Jack looked across at Ianto, smiling at last. "You look better today."

"Thanks," Ianto replied, grinning as though proud of his remarkable healing qualities. "It's amazing what a good night's rest will do. I heard Gwen's gone off on her holidays?"

Jack nodded.

"Thought they deserved a break, after the last case." His voice sounded hollow as he spoke. Finishing his coffee, Jack stood. Ianto followed him into the hub, watching him as he wandered down the steps to Tosh's desk. Placing a hand on her back, Jack asked;

"Any more readings, Tosh?"

"All quiet. Our friends have gone for the time being," she said, nodding as though contented. Ianto smiled to himself and went into Jack's office again, going to collect their coffee mugs.

A man stood in the centre of the room.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, flicking a look at Ianto as he walked passed him into the room ahead of them. Ianto failed to notice the subtle light change from blue to red, a warning of an unknown presence.

"I'm Adam."

The man smiled like the snake in Eden and placed his hand on Jack's shoulder.

Current Mood: irritatedlook jack! fanfic!
fireflyfailure: tw: owen shootsfireflyfailure on February 29th, 2008 11:53 am (UTC)
Oh, this was extremely sneaky and good.

[I LOVE Ianto and Owen's email exchange! :D]
Beatrice: FF - sephy - dude wtfxbeax on February 29th, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)
omfg *is in shock*

Evil cliffhanger! :D I just watched Adam today hehehe ^_^

Btw, I have so much love of Gwen in this fic ^_^ She's awesome.

Edited at 2008-02-29 06:35 pm (UTC)
poor puzzled moon: jack paradeharmyjo on February 29th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
He had me saying "oh-god-jack" after thirteen.


Oh this is so the perfect lead up to Adam.

infinite luxurious ugliness: jack and owen.macphista on February 29th, 2008 03:05 pm (UTC)
Perfect. That is all.

louiex: Adam- innocent evillouiex on February 29th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
Ooooooooooooh *excited now*
Ilyse Rose: they tried to make me go to rehabilysespieces on February 29th, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC)
i love your explanation as to how adam got there! i've been trying to think of a possible way, but i'm just not creative enough.
also, the oh-god-jack line made me lol.

and your status, again, hilarity.
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this is my story; this is my songinsevens on February 29th, 2008 07:09 pm (UTC)
I got all muddled with my rain and hotness metaphors :D Thanks for the heads up, sweets. And the comment too! <3
subtly_modded: eat it!subtly_modded on March 1st, 2008 05:32 am (UTC)
*clap clap* Oh nicely done! Yay!
Pornograffwr anfad ydw i.invisible_lift on March 1st, 2008 01:44 pm (UTC)
Your stuff never fails to entertain. I open a whole new window for these when I'm catching up.

Brilliant lead-up to Adam.
like Lazarus, hungry for this.theohsocurlyone on March 1st, 2008 11:31 pm (UTC)
Only just found all these new entries and have read them all through at once, and DEAR LORD you are brilliant and I love you. And this.

"I'm Adam."

The man smiled like the snake in Eden and placed his hand on Jack's shoulder.


Ooh, that gave me chills. And I adore the backstory you've created; you've got everyone's voice completely down and the interaction between all the characters is spot-on.

(Plus, you write Jack and Ianto in a way which makes me tingle. Yay!)

destined for greatness or madness: tw / team crotchwooderode on March 22nd, 2008 09:18 am (UTC)
oooh very nicely written. i really like this a lot!
bittersweet: torchwood (jackianto)forgiveninasong on March 26th, 2008 10:49 pm (UTC)
*is entirely speechless*

I just read this *entire* journal in one day.

Totally and utterly fabulous. The characterisation..everything...you have it so perfect!

I have no words to describe how *awesome* this idea is. Just wonderful <3
heidisvensonheidisvenson on April 25th, 2008 12:49 am (UTC)
Hi! I just read all of these today and I just wanted to let you know that they are all SO AWESOME!!! (See, capslock, so I really mean it!)
and strange-eyed constellations reignelixer_of_life on May 2nd, 2008 09:09 am (UTC)
this is absolutely incredible...

i love the way you're linking into Adam, and your characterization is fantastic!

well done! :D
Bob the Molebobthemole on May 29th, 2008 06:56 pm (UTC)
This entire series is magnificent. Are you planning to continue it? I'm eager to read your version of more events from series 2, especially Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang and Something Borrowed.
this is my story; this is my songinsevens on June 11th, 2008 09:08 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late reply! Yep, the series is definitely continuing. I just need to find a few free days to write some more. And trust me; I'm looking forward to written the fallout from Something Borrowed! :D
badly_knitted: Gaspbadly_knitted on July 27th, 2012 08:10 pm (UTC)
AHA! So that's how Adam's box came into their possession! Don't worry, boys - 48 hours from now and Adam will be gone again, for good!
Nancy: Myfanwynancybrown on August 5th, 2012 10:25 pm (UTC)
Nicely creepy! :D