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Title: Different Kinds of Darkness
Rating: pg13
Characters: Jack, Owen, Gwen, Tosh and Ianto (Gen case fic)
Word Count: 400.
Warnings: Non graphic death of an unnamed OC.
Summary: Sometimes they can't save anyone.

A/N Since I'm running [livejournal.com profile] torchwood_las I can't take part, but I thought I'd have a go at writing a fic for the prompts after each round has finished. This was for the round one prompts of 'Darkness' and 'Music.'



The heavy throb of the base beat is the only part of the music that escapes the club and into the damp chill of the late November night.

Screeching to a halt outside it, the SUV’s wheels have barely stopped turning when Jack, Owen and Gwen jump out.

“Tosh, is it still in there?” Jack says into his comm. as they head for the door.

“Yes. He's at the bar, the CCTV isn’t good, but I don’t think it’s started to transform him yet.”

Following them out of the SUV now he’s switched off the engine, Ianto checks the taser he’s holding. “I’ll watch the doors, to make sure it doesn’t get away.”

“Too bloody right,” Owen grumbles. “We don't want another exploding one, it was a right mess.”

“Then hurry up,” Gwen says, running into the club.

The thudding music hits them like a wave, and they look around the dimly lit interior, the strobe lighting from the stage cutting yellow, red and blue through air misty with dry ice vapours.

It only takes a moment to find the man currently being controlled by an entity which had come through the Rift.

He stares at them, eyes black with just pin pricks of light at their centre. It’s like looking into the void, and Jack shudders, it's too similar to the darkness that he see when he dies.

There's no time to dwell it, and Jack nods to Owen to grab the man's arm, while he takes the other.

“Oi, what are you doing?” asks the woman behind the bar.

Gwen waves a badge at the member of staff, too fast for her to be able to read it, shouting over the music, “Torchwood.”

The woman steps back, expression caught between stunned and scared as she lets Jack and Owen drag the man off his stool and towards the door.

Ianto is waiting when they get outside, ready at the back of the SUV to opens the hatch.

They've barely bundled the man inside and close the door when there's a muffled bang from inside the back of the SUV, and their shoulders slump.

“Too late again,” Gwen says angry and saddened. “I really thought we'd save one.”

“At least he was the last,” Jack says, with a grim smile. Relieved they'll see no more deaths tonight.

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