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20 February 2010 @ 02:29 pm
Infiltrator - Part One.  

Title: Infiltrator - Part One. 
Author: magicom 
Rating: Maybe PG at the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Paring/Characters: Jack, Ianto, (Jack/Ianto), Gwen, Doctor Rupesh Patanjali, Johnson (well, off-screen).
Spoilers: Takes into consideration all of S1, S2 and Day One of CoE.
Summary: As a whole: He's a doctor... they need a doctor. What if the 456 fuckery didn't happen and Torchwood actually did recruit Rupesh, who was trying to get the gig to spy on them for Johnson, as discussed in Day One? This part: Recruitment.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.



 “You bastards,” Gwen had said with an incredulous laugh. “That’s exactly what you did to me when we first met!”

 Then she promoted herself to Recruitment Officer and went up to the surface to have a chat with the young doctor they’d decided was the prime candidate to be their new medic, as he wandered aimlessly in the Plass looking for… well, it didn’t look like he knew exactly what he was looking for, but he went down there to look, all the same. That was a plus.

 Rupesh, his name was. Doctor Rupesh Patanjali. He was from Chesterfield. He’d been in Cardiff for a year and a half and had already seen enough weird shit go through the hospital’s A&E department to make him wonder about it. Maybe that was one of the things that had brought him as much to their attention as they’d come to his: he didn’t turn away from it and pretend it didn’t exist. He was curious. He wanted to know more. He wanted to do more.

 “You’re Torchwood,” he’d said, fascination and awe mixing in his voice as he noticed the word stamped into the SUV’s fender when he followed Jack and Ianto into the carpark. “This whole city talks about you.”

 An emergency cropped up during Gwen’s conversation with Rupesh in the Plass. He’d followed her as she ran back to the Hub, but she stopped him at the Tourist Office entrance, telling him they’d be in touch. When he asked what was inside, she’d told him: “Big, science fiction superbase. Honestly!” then disappeared through the door.

 Rupesh reported to Johnson that he’d made contact with Torchwood, but another week passed before he heard from them again.



 Johnson had called him only the night before. She’d wanted to know if he’d met with Torchwood again yet. He’d tried to explain that you don’t get into an organization like Torchwood by looking like you were trying to get in. She told him he had a job to do and he’d better just get on with it and stop giving her excuses. That morning, he’d considered going down to the Plass to look around. Maybe try that Tourist Office door that Gwen had escaped through.

 He was glad he didn’t, however, when his phone rang shortly after lunch. He wasn’t working that day. He was in the city centre when the call came. He didn’t recognize the number.

 “Hello?” Rupesh said, warily, into the handset.


 That voice with its natural authority and glaring American accent was very familiar and his stomach knotted in anticipation.

 “Yes,” he said as calmly as he could.

 “This is Captain Jack Harkness. You’re in the city centre, aren’t you?”

 “Yes,” he said again. Remember to breathe, he told himself, too wound up to wonder how in the hell Harkness knew that.

 “Can you come to St. John’s Church? Now?”

 “That’s…” He paused. He was still a relative new-comer to Cardiff. “That’s the one behind the Market?” he asked.

 “That’s the one,” Harkness confirmed.

 “I’m on my way,” Rupesh told him, already hurrying in that direction. Harkness hung up without a further word and Rupesh slipped his mobile back into his pocket.



Rupesh arrived at the church to find a familiar black vehicle outside and the front door wide open, but when he stepped inside, the sanctuary appeared empty. He ventured further in, his footsteps sounding incredibly loud to him as he walked between the pews. He looked left and right as he went, but saw nobody. He considered trying to call Harkness back, but it occurred to him that maybe this was a trick. Or a test. He kept walking. He’d made it most of the way to the altar when he heard shouting coming from somewhere else in the building. It startled him for a moment, then he ran towards the sound. It was coming from a doorway on the far side of the room. When he got there, he saw the door led to a set of narrow stone stairs. It appeared to have been cordoned off, but the cordon was tossed carelessly to the side. He started down the stairs. The echoing words being shouted were becoming discernable.

“No. No! Corner it!” That was Harkness. His accent stood out.

“Over there!” Probably the man that had been with him in the hospital that day. He was Welsh.

“Are there two of them now?” Harkness again, sounding exasperated.

Jack!” the Welsh voice cried out, a clear note of concern in it this time.

Then it was silent.

Rupesh practically flew down the rest of the stairs, stumbling as he missed the last step. The first person he saw was Harkness’ colleague from the hospital. He was standing over the still form of a… something. Rupesh had never seen anything like it before. It was like a cross between a gorilla and an alligator. With maybe a bit of jungle cat thrown in for good measure. He stared at it for a moment, which was why it took him so long to notice that Harkness was on the floor in a heap, not moving. He had a vicious slash wound across his chest and another across his neck. There was blood seeping all down the front of his shirt.

“Rupesh,” the Welshman said, pocketing a strange looking gun. That was funny, Rupesh could swear he hadn’t heard a shot.

“Y-yes,” Rupesh answered.

“We met briefly at the hospital,” the man reminded him. “I’m Ianto Jones.”

Rupesh nodded and, as though suddenly remembering his medical training, moved to inspect Harkness’ wounds.

“Don’t worry about him,” Jones said. “Help me with this.” Jones was already trying to muscle the fairly large creature onto a tarpaulin.

“But… I think he’s…” Dead. He looked fairly dead.

Jones gave him a very put-upon look. “Sometimes he deserves what he gets, the cocky bastard,” he said flatly, glancing at Harkness with a degree of irritation. He put a hand to his ear. “Gwen, the creature is contained. Keep the police away.”

Rupesh looked from him to Harkness and back again before stepping forward a little uncertainly and helping to cover the creature.

Between them, Rupesh and Jones managed to get the tarp-covered alien thing into the back of Torchwood’s SUV. They’d left Harkness in the basement (crypt?) when they heaved the creature up the stairs, through the sanctuary and outside, Jones opening the boot of the car in such a fluid movement that it was clear he had a lot of experience with this sort of thing.

“Stay here,” Jones told Rupesh after he’d closed the boot. He started back towards the church.

“Wait,” Rupesh said quickly, glancing nervously at the SUV. “You mean, just stand here? Are you going back for Captain Harkness? Only, I could help…”

“Stay. Here,” Jones repeated emphatically before disappearing back into the church.

Rupesh kept an eye on his watch, trying to not look suspicious to passing pedestrians as he stood beside the conspicuous black car. About fifteen minutes went by before Jones emerged with Harkness walking – walking – beside him.

“I don’t know what you’re in a snit about,” Harkness was saying as they approached. “You’re not the one who got…” He stopped short when he spotted Rupesh. “Injured,” he finished casually.

Jones rolled his eyes and breezed past Rupesh, handing the car keys to Harkness before walking around to the passenger side door.

“Get in,” Harkness said, nodding to the back of the car. He was already opening the driver’s door when he noticed Rupesh hadn’t moved. “Are you coming or not? This is the only offer you’re going to get.”

Rupesh snapped out of his thoughts, most of which had to do with his incredulity that Harkness had simply got up and walked away from the injuries he’d suffered. He’d heard the stories about Harkness being invincible, of course, but he hadn’t believed them.

“Yes,” he said, opening the door and ducking inside. The interior of the car was more high tech than any room in the hospital. He looked around, trying not to appear to be prying.

Harkness glanced at him in the rearview mirror before speeding away from the church and out into the street.

Rupesh passed the drive to the Bay in silence. He didn’t quite know what to say to the men in the front seat, who said very little themselves, and when they did, it was to each other in low tones making references to things Rupesh didn’t understand.


The SUV was parked in an underground carpark that was accessible only by use of a swipecard. It looked like Harkness also had to key in some kind of a passcode. There were a couple of other vehicles parked nearby and an assortment of tools lined a workbench on the far wall. Harkness and Jones got out of the car, so Rupesh did the same. Harkness looked at him and gestured for him to follow. He began to do so, then noticed Jones had stayed behind.

 "Isn’t he, erm, coming?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.

 Harkness didn’t answer, but simply kept walking. Rupesh didn’t see any choice but to follow him.

 They walked through a dank, industrial tunnel that reminded Rupesh of a sewer or a service tunnel for the London Underground, until they emerged into a large open space with a water tower in the middle. The water tower from the Plass, above them, he realized.

 Gwen Cooper made her way over, looking like she had something to say to Harkness, but spotted Rupesh.

 “Hi, Rupesh,” she said brightly, before turning to Harkness and carrying on like he wasn’t even there.

 “Jack, there were two Weevil reports while you were busy in the church. Nobody’s been killed yet, but that’s only luck…”

 Harkness held up a hand. “Ianto hasn’t got the last visitor settled in yet,” he told her. “Give him a second, then we’ll go and take care of it, okay?”

 “I could go…” she started, but Harkness was already shaking his head.

 “On your own?” he scoffed. “I don’t think so.”

 “What happened to your shirt?” she asked, noticing the torn and blood-stained fabric.

 “Why don’t you make yourself useful and show him around, Recruitment Officer,” he suggested with a curt nod towards Rupesh before walking off.

 “Sorry about that,” Gwen told him once Harkness was gone. “We’re a little understaffed and a lot overworked around here right now.”

 Gwen showed Rupesh the medical bay first, since it would be his primary work space. She showed him the cells with aliens in them. They ran into Jones, wheeling in the monster from the church on a gurney, still covered in the tarp. He gave them a nod and carried on. She showed him the shooting range and the morgue. Once they got back up to the main Hub, she showed him to a work station.

 “And this will be your desk,” she told him. “Any questions?”

 Just then Jones came upstairs and Harkness emerged from his office, still in the process of buttoning a clean shirt. Jones looked to be headed to his own desk, but Harkness intercepted him.

 “Two Weevils,” was all Harkness said as he strode swiftly across the room. Jones rolled his eyes and followed the Captain out.

 Rupesh looked at Gwen. “His injuries…” he said, referring to Harkness. “I mean, I saw him on the floor. He was…” His voice trailed off. It sounded stupid.

 “Dead,” Gwen finished. “Yeah, probably.”

 “But how…?”

 Gwen shrugged. “I’m not sure even he knows that. And if he does, he isn’t telling.”

 “So…” Rupesh ventured. “Does this mean I’m hired?”

 “Yeah,” Gwen assured him. “For now. We’ll see how you get on.”


Rupesh didn’t do much that afternoon, apart from watching the others race around, but he was in. Harkness told him he wasn’t going into the field until he learned how to fire a gun. He said perhaps they’d be able to get to that the next day. Jones issued him a security pass and Harkness dismissed him at about half past five. He went home to call Johnson.

“I’m in,” he reported without any preamble. “They’ve hired me. I was in their base today.”

“Save it for your full report,” Johnson told him and hung up the phone.

Rupesh thought it best to work on said report while the details of everything he’d seen that day were still fresh in his mind. It was nearly one in the morning when he put his laptop aside and went to bed. He had to be at Torchwood by nine o’clock. He was feeling such an intense mixture of fear and excitement and nerves that he barely slept. He did it. He infiltrated an organization that didn’t even technically exist. He was bursting with pride and he couldn’t even tell anyone.

Part Two

Would love to hear what you think!
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
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magicom: ianto smilemagicom on February 20th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
There will definitely be more. Part 2 is already written and I'm about halfway through part 3.

I'm surprised if nobody has written it before. There's SO much TW fic that I can't pretend to know what ideas have already been tried. I do think the idea was wasted in CoE where it was basically a passing remark, when it would have made a great series-long arc. If there had, you know, been a series.

Thanks so much for your comments!
ran_ayaran_aya on February 20th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
Uhhh, interesting start, I wonder where you go from here.

*is curious*
magicom: janto handsmagicom on February 20th, 2010 08:20 pm (UTC)
I have a lot of ideas. I just hope I don't get too ambitious :)

I am already finished part 2 and have started part 3, so I'm not out of steam yet :D

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
sunnydaze64sunnydaze64 on February 20th, 2010 08:48 pm (UTC)
Good start...I'm definately interested in reading more... ;-)
magicom: GDL cutenessmagicom on February 20th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Well, then, I'm so glad I have more :) Thanks so much!
Marie-Èveelanor12 on February 20th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
Oh YES!!

I love this! I was so waiting for someone to use that idea. You know, the one they could have use in the in the real thing instead of doing some politic's drama with a little dash of TW in it?

I'm really looking forward for more. =D
magicom: jacklovemagicom on February 20th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I agree (well... obviously ;)).

I think it was a great idea that was tossed away for cheap shock value in Day One and would have made a great series-long story arc if they'd had a proper third series. And I know it was a funding issue, but if they'd done a miniseries that hadn't destroyed the entire show, they could have used the idea for S4. I think having a spy infiltrate Torchwood just when they're trying to get back on their feet after losing Owen and Tosh would have made some good TW viewing, is all. I'll do my best to do it some justice. More is definitely on the way :)
gkbgoodgkbgood on February 20th, 2010 11:44 pm (UTC)
Great beginning. Can't wait to see the next act in this universe of yours.
magicom: iantodancemagicom on February 21st, 2010 12:15 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Nancynancybrown on February 21st, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
I like the idea, I like the writing style, and I agree that the whole thing would have made an excellent S3 instead of what we got. Can't wait to see where you go with this!
magicom: janto chattingmagicom on February 21st, 2010 11:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! More is coming very soon!
Bat Ham: Torchstickshw221 on February 21st, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Oooh, this looks like fun. Hope for more soon!
magicom: iantojacktalkmagicom on February 21st, 2010 11:07 am (UTC)
Thanks! More is definitely on the way!
Paula: team torchwoodelectrictoes on February 22nd, 2010 05:32 pm (UTC)
Ooh, intrigue. This is a really interesting start, and I'm looking forward to seeing where you go with it.
magicom: janto glancemagicom on February 22nd, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I should be posting Part 2 today or tomorrow :)
エイミー ♥: tw food timestainted_crimson on March 8th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
I'm supposed to be going to bed, and what do I do? Check my personal LJ for the first time in forever and see YOUR FIC staring at me with a fic-like pout. Now forcing myself to resist reading the other chapters to get much needed sleep.

*fist shake* Damn you and your addictive writing. Don't I have enough of it in my life already? Why do you torture me so?! *huggle*
magicom: GDL cutenessmagicom on March 8th, 2010 08:58 pm (UTC)
Torture by fanfic is a specialty of mine :P I'm glad you're enjoying it. That means I'm doing SOMETHING right.

The next three parts will have to distract you from your homework soon :P
Alice: Drawn Girl In Heartalice_owo on July 20th, 2010 11:09 am (UTC)
WOW. I love where you're going with this! I'm surprised I haven't seen more fiction about Rupesh around.

I loved how you snagged bits from CoE (like what the characters actually said) and included them into the story.

I really can't wait to read more. :D I'm curious as to how Rupesh is going to lie his priorities...Harkness vs Johnson. That's going to be interested. ANYWAY great start bb!
magicom: johnbarrowmanmagicom on July 20th, 2010 11:21 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! I hope you enjoy the next 7 parts. I'm working on Chapter Nine at the moment :D