Treachery - Do or Die Part 12/?

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TITLE:   Do or Die  (Part 12 of the Treachery Series)
RATING:  PG-13
WARNING:   None
CHARACTERS:  John (Ianto), Carlos, Tosh, Owen 
DISCLAIMER:  Not mine; Aunty B's and RTD's
WORDS: ~ 1800
SUMMARY:  John begins to discover that everything isn't as it appears to be; Tosh ends her parole with UNIT and discusses her future with Owen.

Treachery (Part 1) here:  http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/49816.html 
All chapters are linked.

 

In hindsight, John knew he should have paid more attention to what had happened that night.

When he joined Carlos on the bed, Carlos was willing enough, but something seemed a bit off. He was just as talented with his mouth and hands and cock, but somehow more demanding maybe even a little cruel. His fingers left bruises, but John believed it was just that Carlos was over-excited after so long a separation.

The next night, Carlos demanded that John act as his comfort companion. John was shocked by this suggestion and told him to stop playing around.

“You’re not supposed to do that Carlos, you are here for me, for my pleasure. That’s your job.”

“Well maybe I’ve decided to change my job description for tonight.” Carlos said slapping John hard across his face. “Now get on that bed before I get angry,” Carlos ordered as he pushed John backwards. “Go on; get in bed before I take a belt to you.”

Something in John snapped. He was almost half a foot taller and much stronger than Carlos. He quickly moved toward Carlos and kicked his legs out from under him and pounced on him. John quickly pinned Carlos to the floor. Carlos struggled, spit on him and laughed.

John looked at the sneer on Carlos’ face and fought for control. He wanted to beat him to a bloody mess, but he knew UNIT would be upset if he did that. Hoisting Carlos to his feet, John kept a tight grip around his throat.

“You will leave here and never come back. If you resist, I will kill you. If you return, I will do the same.” John squeezed the young man’s throat a little tighter to make sure he got the message. He opened his door and shoved Carlos out of his flat and into the hallway naked. John gathered up Carlos’ clothes, opened the door and threw them at him.

“Go, don’t return,” he said before he slammed the door shut.

He lay on his bed trying to make sense of what happened. Could Carlos be sick? Or was he just bored with him? He fell asleep only to be woken hours later, by a light tapping on his door. He opened the door and found a tearful Carlos outside.

John sighed, but let Carlos come in. To his surprise, Carlos fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around John’s legs. “I’m sorry, don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Get up,” John ordered.

Carlos stood, his eyes lowered in total submission.

Look at me,” John ordered.

The terror in Carlos’ eyes was almost as disconcerting as his earlier bravado had been.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I think so, I don’t know what happened. Take me to bed and fuck me.”

John snorted. His libido, usually so ready and waiting, was completely subdued. “Not in the mood, actually.”

John noticed that Carlos began to shake. “Come to bed John,” he begged, “You have to come to bed.”

John shook his head at the absurdity of the conversation. Carlos walked up to John and put his arms around him. “Please come to bed.” And then in a whisper that John could barely hear, “I’m a dead man if you don’t”

John pulled back shocked. Carlos silently moved over to where a large plant stood at the side of the entryway. He pointed at some soil near the rim and held a finger up to his mouth. John walked over and looked. He motioned Carlos back to the center of the room.

“Bugged?” he mouthed.

Carlos nodded.

John pointed to the bedroom.

Carlos nodded again.

John felt a little dizzy. What the hell was going on? He decided first things first.

“Ok, let’s just forget about earlier. I think you were just a little too excited, am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t we go to sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.” Carlos’ eyes got wide with fear. John knew what he was thinking. “No we aren’t going to talk about it here.”

“I’ve been thinking, while you are my companion, I don’t treat you very well do I? I reckon that’s why you are so moody. I’ll take you to breakfast tomorrow and then we can take a nice walk in the park. Would you like that?”

Carlos smiled. “Yes, yes I would.”

“And then I’ll bring you home and fuck you into oblivion, ok?” John told him as he shook his head ‘no.’

“Yes, yes I would.”

****

Tosh returned to work a few days later. She had used every trick she knew, but she couldn’t discover how Ianto had gotten from the Hub to UNIT. She tried to remember back to that night. Jack had ordered Gwen and her home. They had been sent a day or two later to pack up Ianto’s flat. She remembered that clearly. How sad and empty the flat had been. Almost no furniture, and boxes of Lisa’s clothes and personal items as if he expected that she would be cured and coming home.

She could remember a conversation with Owen at the flat about Jack’s anger and a warning not to go meddling. Had he seemed particularly nervous when they spoke, or was she just creating that to fit what she had found?

Did Jack retcon Ianto, set him up in Edinburgh only to have UNIT abduct him later? Or had Jack lied to Owen and sent Ianto to UNIT? Could Owen have known about Ianto being sent to UNIT from the start? “No that’s unthinkable.”

Tosh walked through the next few weeks like a zombie. Owen would tease her good naturedly about her behavior. “Oi, Earth to Tosh, where is that magnificent brain off to today?” 

Tosh startled. “I’ve been thinking, do you think I could leave the country and go to Japan to visit my mother once my parole is over?”

Owen smiled. No wonder Tosh had been so preoccupied. She hadn’t seen her mother in over five years. Jack let her sneak a quick phone call in from an untraceable line in side the Hub every couple of months, but that was extent of her contact with her family.

“We could ask Jack...”

“No, not yet, please.” Owen looked puzzled. “Maybe he’ll say no, and I’m not ready to hear that. Let me get a few weeks of being a free women behind me and then I’ll ask.”

They spoke a bit about their dinner date for that Saturday. With Jack’s blessings, they had Saturday and Sunday off, to celebrate the occasion. Both Liz and Gwen were a bit put out initially, but Jack deflected them with a coy statement about Tosh and Owen taking their relationship to the next level.

“I’m going to be so jealous if Tosh gets a ring bigger than mine,” Gwen told Liz when she visited the archives the next day.

“You think you have problems? Hell I can’t even get a date, let alone a live in boyfriend, never mind a husband.”

Gwen smiled sympathetically. "That's because you are a very strange woman. One minute you're talking about nuclear physics, the next minute you're off describing the latest Paris fashions."

“So how big do you reckon the diamond will be?” Liz wondered.

“I’m betting pretty big; it’s not like Owen spends any money on his wardrobe,” Gwen snarked.

The two women gossiped a bit more about the possible upcoming engagement. Gwen was always surprised that despite the fact that she and Liz had very little in common that they understood each other so well.

The weekend came and Owen picked up Tosh at her flat. He had picked a very fancy restaurant for dinner, so posh in fact, that it made Tosh a bit uneasy. Owen was charming and witty and sweet like he always was when they were out on an official date.

“Here’s to your new found freedom,” Owen toasted. “So now that you’re a free woman, what do you think about moving in with me?”

Tosh almost spit out her wine. She was not expecting this offer at all. “You mean like live with you?”

“Oi, don’t tell me your one of those old fashioned girls, who doesn’t believe in shacking up before marriage. Well, we can do that too if you want.”

“Owen, please stop being so romantic, you’re overwhelming me,” Tosh teased.

“Is that a yes, a no, a maybe?”

“It’s a ‘let me think about it for a few days.’ Your suggestion is very unexpected.” Seeing the dejected look on his face she added, “You come back to my place for the night and show me all the advantages of living together, ok?”

Owen smiled with relief. Tosh wasn’t angry or saying no, and he hadn’t really thought about how she would feel about him springing this on her. And she’d invited him back to her place. She didn’t do that very often. It was almost like her flat was a private sanctuary.

She almost never let him stay over, especially for the last few months, but the few times he did, was when Tosh had something special in mind. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the last time he stayed over. Costumes! Who would have thought that Tosh liked to role play. It was an unexpected kink that Owen, despite his initial misgivings, found himself enjoying more with each experience.

“Earth to Owen. What are you thinking about,” Tosh teased. Owen was caught off guard and couldn’t come up with an answer.

“Well you just come home with me, I’ll have you talking nonsense before you know it.”

They quickly finished dinner and drove back to her flat. Tosh settled Owen on the couch and excused herself to get changed. Owen sat nervously as he imagined what tonight’s game might be.

Tosh finally came back in the room dressed in a loose red silk dressing gown. She walked over to her laptop and turned it on, clicking her mouse until she had found the page she wanted.

“Did you get a new game with interactive software?” Owen asked grinning.

“Not really,” Tosh replied. “Come over here, there’s something I’d like to show you.”

Owen got up and walked over to her desk and looked at the screen. There was a picture of Ianto on one side, and a picture of a stranger on the other side. A line of text at the bottom read “match with 70% certainty.”

As Owen started to turn and ask Tosh what this was about, he heard a familiar click and felt cold hard steel against his temple. “I want to know everything you know about where Ianto is Owen, and I suggest you don’t make me ask you twice.”

Owen nodded and swallowed hard. Tosh was holding a loaded handgun against his head. And he knew Tosh well enough that to know that she wasn’t bluffing. It was time to do or die.   

Chapter 13 here: http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/93791.html