Standard Procedure
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laliginFandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400
Summary: Ianto really should know better...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer Challenge 2.03 - A mental superpower
A/N: This one's a bit weird and apparently caused people problems over atwriterinadrawer. So, just in case the fic doesn't make things clear enough, you can take a look at the white text here and have it explained a bit more: due to unexpected activation of an alien device, everyone else's consciousness is trapped in Ianto's mind. There. Make sense now? (:
Standard Procedure
“I’ve had enough,” Owen yelps after the first thirty seconds of novelty have worn off. “I want out!”
“Trust me,” Ianto tells him flatly, “I don’t want you here either.”
Everyone recoils from the emotions sparking out from him, and while Jack says, “Huh. And here I thought I could read you like a book,” it’s terrifying Owen and Gwen even more. Anxiety is bouncing between them and amplifying with every turn.
Ianto struggles to pull them all back this side of panic, flattening them down with iron self control and growing anger as he snaps, “If anyone wants to tell me exactly how to do it, I will waste no time in kicking you all out of my head.”
“Basic shielding,” Jack tells Ianto simply. “Block us out. The device will help, the same way it connected us all in the first place. Come on, you were trained at Torchwood One. Remember that?”
There’s a millisecond’s pause as everyone reads Ianto’s guilty thought, and then Owen and Gwen start yelling at the same time and Jack shouts, “You skipped your training for a date? Even I didn’t do that! No, I don’t care if there was going to be another session later – and hey, no, it is not my fault I didn’t check up on that. Well, alright, maybe it is a bit, but I was busy…”
Tosh snags Ianto and pulls him out of the firing line, somehow managing to separate him from the others, and tells him quietly, “Just concentrate. Here, look.”
She selects a few of her thoughts – of Mary teaching her to block thoughts, of focusing down to one mind at a time, of raising shields to keep everyone else out. That one he pounces on and examines from a few angles.
Then he starts putting up walls and rounds the others up towards the front of his mind, telling them firmly, “Time to go.”
He shoves them forward with stronger walls and seals himself off behind them, pulling his thoughts back behind the barriers until he’s all there and they’re all not.
And then he opens his eyes and drops the device like a hot potato.
“Right,” Jack yells, standing up from the couch while the others are still clutching at their heads and moaning. “Everyone in my office now. Basic telepathy procedures. No excuses.”
“You read my mind,” mutters Ianto under his breath.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400
Summary: Ianto really should know better...
Prompt: For the
writerinadrawer Challenge 2.03 - A mental superpowerA/N: This one's a bit weird and apparently caused people problems over at
writerinadrawer. So, just in case the fic doesn't make things clear enough, you can take a look at the white text here and have it explained a bit more: due to unexpected activation of an alien device, everyone else's consciousness is trapped in Ianto's mind. There. Make sense now? (:Standard Procedure
“I’ve had enough,” Owen yelps after the first thirty seconds of novelty have worn off. “I want out!”
“Trust me,” Ianto tells him flatly, “I don’t want you here either.”
Everyone recoils from the emotions sparking out from him, and while Jack says, “Huh. And here I thought I could read you like a book,” it’s terrifying Owen and Gwen even more. Anxiety is bouncing between them and amplifying with every turn.
Ianto struggles to pull them all back this side of panic, flattening them down with iron self control and growing anger as he snaps, “If anyone wants to tell me exactly how to do it, I will waste no time in kicking you all out of my head.”
“Basic shielding,” Jack tells Ianto simply. “Block us out. The device will help, the same way it connected us all in the first place. Come on, you were trained at Torchwood One. Remember that?”
There’s a millisecond’s pause as everyone reads Ianto’s guilty thought, and then Owen and Gwen start yelling at the same time and Jack shouts, “You skipped your training for a date? Even I didn’t do that! No, I don’t care if there was going to be another session later – and hey, no, it is not my fault I didn’t check up on that. Well, alright, maybe it is a bit, but I was busy…”
Tosh snags Ianto and pulls him out of the firing line, somehow managing to separate him from the others, and tells him quietly, “Just concentrate. Here, look.”
She selects a few of her thoughts – of Mary teaching her to block thoughts, of focusing down to one mind at a time, of raising shields to keep everyone else out. That one he pounces on and examines from a few angles.
Then he starts putting up walls and rounds the others up towards the front of his mind, telling them firmly, “Time to go.”
He shoves them forward with stronger walls and seals himself off behind them, pulling his thoughts back behind the barriers until he’s all there and they’re all not.
And then he opens his eyes and drops the device like a hot potato.
“Right,” Jack yells, standing up from the couch while the others are still clutching at their heads and moaning. “Everyone in my office now. Basic telepathy procedures. No excuses.”
“You read my mind,” mutters Ianto under his breath.
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Date: 2008-05-17 02:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-05-17 09:48 am (UTC)villainsheroes helped a bit here, but I got the plot fine without the explanation in white. (Well, not during the first few lines, but that's what makes it fun.) Although I suppose one might argue that 'getting other people stuck in your head due to accidentally activating an alien device' doesn't quite count as a 'mental superpower' ... maybe?A very fun read! *g*
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Date: 2008-05-17 10:13 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway. (: Thanke.
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Date: 2008-05-20 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-21 03:40 pm (UTC)