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Note: So this spawns from discussion over what if Jack found out about Lisa before Cyberwoman. What if under different circumstances Jack had agreed to help. How might that come about? This is how I think it might! Also, it's [livejournal.com profile] hofficoffi's fault.

It- she wasn't human. Jack couldn't see her as human. She was a machine, and she could kill. These things came up against Daleks and put up a fight; Jack knew just how dangerous that was.

Ianto was naive, Jack thought, to imagine anything good could come from this. A foolish idiot who could put not only them but everyone at risk. Jack thought he knew better.

A breeze seemed to circulate around the room, but from where it came Jack had no idea. It whispered around and mingled with the drip drip drip that was ever present in the Hub; like a signature reminding you where you are.

The body, the damaged half monster on the unit a few feet away started to twitch. Jack's back straightened a little but he didn't shift from his spot in the darkness across the room. He just watched. He wouldn't want to admit that he was scared of a thing like this, but he was. And somehow it appeared all the more terrifying when the humanity it had overtaken was so very visible.

It was wretched.

It moved again. A shift of muscle and metal. Jack moved too, stiffening his body and reaching like a gut reaction to cock his gun. It was already in his hand.

But then it moved a third time, and this time the fingers of the hand bent and turned, like nerve endings sending small electrical messages.

Its eyes opened. And Jack just watched.

It- she lay there with her eyes moving back and forth as though she were searching for something. But Jack was far from view and his only presence in the room was the way the air shifted around him. He had no intention of approaching the monstrosity in front of him. Not unless it was to dispatch it. He should have done it as soon as he entered the room. Why was he waiting?

He looked at his gun and turned his hand, pointed it out towards the bare stomach. The fragile skin.

And she spoke.

"Ianto?" Her voice was choked and strained. It was weak. And it was human.

The gun dropped down.

Jack didn't reply. He didn't want to converse with that thing. But lying there as she was, she knew someone was there, even in the silence. Some electronic awareness from one of her many cybernetic implants. Or maybe just that human capacity to know. But it wasn't human. It couldn't be human. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't even think it. )

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July 2011

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