Torchwood Canary
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silkendreammaidEpisode Title: After The Battle of Canary Wharf
Author: silkendreammaid
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, Torchwood or the characters within.
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Language
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Notes: A series of interconnected episodes starting from Canary Wharf and leading into Season 1and probably beyond
Summary: Torchwood One held many secrets and after the Battle of Canary Wharf, Captain Jack Harkness discovers one of them - Ianto Jones.
After The Battle - Part 1
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After The Battle – Part 2
Jack smiled at the young man and pulled him upwards. Ianto swayed and Jack tightened his grip.
“Hold my torch,” he ordered gently as he pushed it into Ianto’s other hand. Ianto blinked as his hand automatically closed on the torch angling it to avoid blinding them both in the strong light. With his hand now free, Jack moved closer and held Ianto’s chin in a light grip, turning his head to peer at the stains on Ianto’s face. “Feeling dizzy? Light-headed? Head-ache?”
“Little bit,” Ianto replied blankly as he felt off-balance both physically and mentally by the Captain’s proximity and by the scent that suddenly pervaded his nose. He hadn’t figured the Captain to be a cologne wearer but whatever brand he was wearing was making Ianto’s skin itch in a strange and not unpleasant way.
“Which one?” Jack queried as his hand left Ianto’s chin and brushed up into matted hair. Ianto winced but didn’t move away.
“All of them.” Ianto saw the Captain frown.
“Someone needs to check you out, but…” The Captain’s voice trailed off and Ianto was rather bemused as the Captain’s fingers kept stroking through his hair while the Captain frowned and glowered through several thoughts. Ianto didn’t know what confused him more. The fact that he was letting a complete stranger do what amounted to petting him, or the fact that he had effectively put his life in the hands of that same stranger.
Ianto Jones had heard about Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood Three. Everyone had heard about the Captain and they’d all emphasized that under no circumstances did you trust him. He was unpredictable, he followed no rules and delighted in defying One at every opportunity. Rumour had it that Yvonne Hartman often misquoted Henry the Second’s infamous plea to several of her personal aides after meetings with the Captain. The ‘turbulent Captain’ nickname had even made it down into the sub-levels and Ianto had explained it to his fellow detainees with an appreciative grin. Detainees. Torchwood One’s euphemism for prisoner.
“Owen?” The Captain’s voice pulled Ianto out of his thoughts and he saw the hand that had been petting his hair was now pressed to the Captain’s ear. It took Ianto a moment to realise that he could see the tiny gleam from an active com-link. If it hadn’t been so dark he doubted he would’ve seen it all.
“Owen, contact Suzie, get her to come here… because I said so, tell her she has to leave now, I want her here three hours ago, then I want you to get down to Sub One without anyone following you… I don’t really care what you tell ‘em, just be there in ten minutes.” Jack let his hand drop and looked at Ianto. “Come on Ianto, you have a doctor’s appointment.”
“I do?” Ianto asked as Jack took his torch back.
“Yep. Doctor Owen Harper, he works with me so you don’t have to worry.” Jack smiled again and Ianto rolled his eyes. If the Captain thought that was supposed to make Ianto feel better he was rather mistaken. It didn’t matter who they worked for, Ianto knew that doctors were to be mistrusted. Especially a Torchwood doctor.
When the Captain tugged at his hand and began to walk to the door Ianto felt his heart rate increasing. He wasn’t sure if it was the thought of meeting this Owen Harper doctor or the realisation that once he stepped through that door he’d probably never return.
“What about my stuff?” Ianto asked trying hard to control his anxiety as he approached the door.
“We’ll get it later.” Jack reassured him. The torch flashed around the room. “You don’t have much,” he added as non-committally as he could.
“No,” Ianto replied equally blandly. “But… I’d like to have my clothes. They’ve … been altered to fit.”
“Of course,” Jack said with a nod as he kept Ianto moving out of the door and into the corridor. “I’ll make sure they’re all packed. Now we need to get to Sub One to meet Owen. I came down the stairs near the lifts.”
“There’s an internal set of stairs at the end of the next corridor,” Ianto offered.
“Okay, lead the way Mr Jones.” Jack waved the torch in front of them in clear invitation for him to lead and Ianto hesitantly moved forward. Jack let the young man’s hand slip from his and he dropped back a step to follow Ianto. Still holding the torch and directing it in front of them gave Jack the opportunity to unobtrusively study Ianto’s wings.
They were still folded against his back and covered him to his knees. Dark brown, the same shade as Ianto’s hair, with lighter tips that Jack thought might be cream in a better light. One wing sat lower and was not pulled in as close as the other and Jack tried to see where they sprouted. Probably close to his spine he thought looking at the way they rose above his shoulders to the first joint and then curved downwards. Jack was fairly certain they’d be impressive when spread.
Ianto stopped as they rounded the corner and Jack cursed silently. He’d forgotten the bodies and the torch picked them up clearly. Ianto walked forward and carefully knelt by the first one, his wings splaying out as they rested on the floor. Jack moved to stand beside him making sure not to stand on his wings. They both looked at body. Of humanoid build with long arms and a tail, it had a blunt face that reminded Jack of a lizard. Jeans and a long sleeved shirt covered scaled skin.
“Ephlisti,” Jack said in recognition of the species. “From the M’lern system.”
“They called him Harry but he told me his name was Ortis. Well, that was the closest I could pronounce it.” Ianto reached out and brushed a soft frill of skin that curved across the scaly head. “He’d been here four months. We’d started trying to learn each other’s language. I was hoping he’d survive now he’d made it through the first three months. So many don’t.” Ianto sighed as his hand stroked. “Deleted by cybermen. Quicker and cleaner than death by Torchwood.”
“Ianto…” Jack felt he to protest but the Welshman wasn’t listening to him.
“They came down here and went through every floor pushing everyone upstairs. But we detainees couldn’t. The restraints… we all have them.” Ianto’s words echoed in the corridor. “We had no choice but to refuse. There’s only seven of us, it should have been easy to stay unnoticed but they were thorough in their searching, there was no where to hide. Bill and I tried to keep them safe… we tried to help the others too but they wouldn’t risk it. They knew we couldn’t leave the sub-levels but they could. I think they hoped they’d get saved once they were upstairs.” There was an underlying mocking tone to the final words and Jack noticed it.
“There was no saving them, Ianto. Cybermen don’t take prisoners. They kill everyone they don’t convert. There was nothing you or anyone could have done to stop them. Even while they were fighting the daleks, they were mass converting everyone they could.” Jack saw Ianto shiver.
“The daleks. We could hear them above. Waiting just outside the doors. They let the cybermen do all the searching down here and as soon as they walked back up the daleks slaughtered them all. I could hear everyone screaming and the daleks and cybermen shooting and shouting and I couldn’t help because of the damned restraint! Twenty feet from the sub doors to the basement and I couldn’t … couldn’t do a fucking thing.”
“There was nothing you could do,” Jack repeated.
“... still had to try.” There was a long pause before Jack saw Ianto take a deep breath before leaning forward to straighten the body, moving it closer to the wall. “I wish there was something I could do for him. For all of them,” he added as he looked further down the corridor to the next body.
“We’ll think of something. Is there a way to seal these levels off?” Jack asked.
“Yes. We’ve always had restricted access. Not many of those upstairs were ever allowed down here and they didn’t want anyone getting in accidentally either. A lot of people don’t know there’s anything below the basement levels.”
“Alright, after Owen’s checked you, we’ll get the locks fixed. The cybermen probably just blasted their way in so we’ll need to fix that first. Then we’ll sort out what to do with Ortis and the others.”
“Did anyone survive?” Ianto suddenly asked, looking up at Jack.
“Ten so far and that includes you.” Jack paused as he kept his eyes and voice steady. “You’re the only person I’ve found alive down here.”
“I know. By the time the cyberman had taken the others up to the basement I was the only one left, and after the daleks attacked I ran to my room and hid.” Ianto began to stand up, rising slowly with his wings settling into place. “Quite the coward I am.”
“That’s not what I’m hearing,” Jack said, indicating with his hand that they should keep moving. “Sounds to me like you kept your head and did more than most people did.” Ianto began to walk and Jack paced beside him. “And there’s no shame in hiding. Not when daleks are about. I would have been racing you for that hiding spot if I’d been here.” Jack flashed Ianto a wide grin and moved to walk in front of the younger man.
Ianto caught a whiff of the man’s cologne again as he passed and stared at the broad back cloaked in the heavy coat. Cybermen and daleks and Captain Jack Harkness. Oh my. Ianto wondered how much more he could take today.
“Jesus! He’s got wings!”
Ianto flinched at the exclamation and stopped in the doorway. He stayed close to the door frame almost inching back into the shadows of the corridor behind him. A short man with even shorter hair and a strong cockney accent stood in the middle of what had been the lobby for the sub-levels. A couple of free-standing lights had been placed to illuminate the area, two chairs had been pushed into the middle and he had a back pack by his feet.
“I see your powers of observation haven’t failed you Owen,” Jack remarked as he walked towards the short man. “Although you still need a lot of work on your diplomatic skills.”
“Fuck off, Harkness.” The man wore jeans under a coat that had once been white but was now blood -stained and crumpled.
“And I hope you are alone. I really don’t need UNIT breezing in here.” Jack spoke without emphasis but it was easy to hear the unasked question.
“We found another survivor so I said I’d take him down to triage and check on the others while I was there.” The short man shrugged. “Besides they found some tech and were all gaga over it. I don’t think they even saw me go.”
Jack frowned. “Find out what they’ve got when you get back up there. I need you to check Ianto out first.” Jack turned and waved for Ianto to come closer. “This is Owen, my team’s doctor. Despite his obviously dreadful bedside manner, he does manage to keep us all alive.”
Ianto stepped into the room looking doubtful and feeling very nervous. This was where the restraining bands were supposed to be triggered. This was as far as the bands had allowed them to move. Torchwood One had told him the boundaries when they had set the band on his wrist and then brought him up here to demonstrate. They’d told him it was supposed to send a small electric pulse to his nervous system and give him a minor shock. The settings had been too high and no-one had known until he’d dropped to the floor from a shock induced heart attack. According to the report on the incident he’d been clinically dead for one minute and fifteen seconds before they’d managed to resuscitate him.
Ianto had always had a dread of this room since then. He knew he could get halfway before the boundary was reached. They’d tested it again once he had recovered and they’d changed the settings. And hadn’t that been a fun day he thought cynically. Even Yvonne Hartman had made an appearance and Ianto still wasn’t sure if they’d expected it to go wrong again. He did know that they never tested the other restraining bands after that.
As Ianto approached them Jack saw his right hand grip at his left wrist over the now defunct restraining band. His pace became more hesitant as he moved further from the door and Jack could almost see Ianto’s shoulders getting tenser as if expecting to receive a shock.
“Ignore Harkness, Ianto wasn’t it? Come and sit down birdman, I don’t bite. Jack will though, if you’re not careful.” Owen spoke cheerfully as he pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and Ianto blinked at the casual insult and the full on leer the Captain gave in response. The attitude was so different to what he was used to that Ianto found himself sitting down before he realised it. He thought he should be offended but Owen was flashing a light in his eyes and twisting his head around and appeared completely focused on what he was doing.
“How bad’s his head?” Jack asked as Owen’s hands sifted lightly through and around the matted hair on Ianto’s head.
“Not as bad as it looks. Head wounds always look worse than they are. Probably just needs a couple of stitches to be on the safe side,” Owen replied as he moved his finger in front of Ianto’s eyes. “I’m guessing a headache to go with that lump and the mildest case of concussion I’ve seen in a while.” Owen stepped across to his bag and dragged it close. He knelt in front of Ianto and rummaged through it. “I have painkillers for the headache. You’re not allergic to anything are you?”
“No.” Ianto watched as Owen pulled out a water bottle and a foil strip of tablets along with a stethoscope. The water bottle and tablets were unceremoniously dumped into his lap as Owen stood up.
“Take two of them while I listen to your heart,” Owen ordered and Ianto was once again thrown by the doctor’s manner. He sounded so casual yet his hands moved with surety and confidence. There was none of the blustering or exaggerated politeness that he’d come to detest from his usual doctors. The cold disc of the stethoscope had him arching back and then hissing. Ianto looked down to see the doctor’s hand disappearing under his t-shirt and then looked up. Sharp eyes met his wary expression. “Where else are you hurt?”
Ianto shifted automatically, his left shoulder lifting and his right side folding inwards, in a completely obvious attempt to hide his other injury. The doctor kept staring at him as he waited.
“Tell me birdman.”
“Ribs on my right side,” Ianto heard himself mumble before his voice got louder. “And you can stop calling me ‘birdman’. It’s offensive.”
The doctor shrugged. “It’s also completely accurate - unless you’re actually an alien and not human after all.” Owen withdrew his hand and stethoscope. “Lift your shirt and let’s have a look at those ribs then.”
“The Captain was right. Your bedside manner is dreadful,” Ianto retorted as he pulled his t-shirt free of his jeans and pulled it upward exposing his right side.
“I don’t have a bedside manner. My patients are usually dead and they don’t have any complaints,” Owen replied as he studied the bruised and scraped skin. Fingers pressed lightly and Ianto tensed up biting at his lip. “Bruised but I don’t think you’ve broken anything. How did you get it?”
“Thrown against a wall.” Ianto shivered as the doctor kept prodding at his ribs and along his side.
“Your ribs seem okay but the muscle’s definitely bruised. And, while I don’t know much about avian musculature I’m thinking that those wings of yours are making it worse. They’re pulling at the muscles over your ribs – I’ll spare you the medical terminology this time …”
“The trapezius and infra-spinatus muscles on my back do what the pectorals and supracoracoideus do for birds,” Ianto interjected. Owen didn’t blink.
“In that case the latissimus dorsi are lying under the trapezius in the dorsal region so the weight of the wings is pulling on the ... hang about.” Owen stopped and stared at the young man as he suddenly realised what Ianto had said. “How are the infra-spinatus muscles involved? They’re under the trapezius and …oh.” Owen blinked and a gleam appeared in his eyes. Ianto shrank back. He knew that look. “The wings connect to the scapula somehow don’t they? Maybe at the infra-spinatus fossa. There’d have to be a new joint in there and the muscles would have to go around it.” Owen stared hard at the Welshman as if he could see right down to the bone and Ianto swallowed hard.
“Uh no, not quite,” he managed to say.
“How ‘not quite’ is it?” Owen asked.
“There’s no new joint. There’s a connection that seems to be mainly bone but a fair amount of cartilage as well that’s joined to the vertebral border of my shoulder bones. It rises up to the first joint of my wings. The muscles kind of follow it upwards as well.” Ianto shook his head rather dazed to hear himself talking so freely to a doctor who had that ooh-test-subject- can-I-cut-you-open gleam in his eyes. “It’s easier to see on the x-rays,” Ianto added. He hadn’t had to explain his condition to anyone in a long time and he really didn’t want to do that anymore. He knew the terminology, he knew exactly what had happened but it wasn’t something he felt comfortable discussing with strangers. And Owen Harper despite his disconcerting manner was still a stranger.
“I want to see them.”
“Another day, Owen,” Jack Harkness interrupted and didn’t miss the relief that flashed across Ianto’s face. At least he understands what Owen’s going on about Jack thought. He’d been unable to follow their conversation. He was going to have to have a look at the x-rays as well. Jack had always done better with visuals. “There’s plenty of time for that. Right now I need to know how injured he is.”
Owen looked disgruntled but didn’t argue the point. “Okay, he has a mild concussion. The bruising doesn’t look too deep but without doing a scan I can’t be certain.” Owen looked from Jack to Ianto. “Those ribs are going to ache for a few days, birdman.” Jack gave a low growl as Ianto glared. Owen smirked briefly and carried on. “No heavy lifting and you need to rest. Staying here is not a good idea. You’re slightly shocky and the longer you stay here the worse it will get.”
“As soon as Suzie gets here, I’ll be taking him to Cardiff,” Jack said casually. Owen and Ianto turned to look at the Captain with identical expressions of surprise.
“You’re needed here,” Owen protested.
“You and Suzie can manage while I’m gone. As soon as Ianto’s settled in, I’ll come straight back.”
“You’re just going to leave him there?” Owen asked in a voice so flat it didn’t sound much like a question.
“You said he’s not seriously hurt and Tosh will be there. She can make sure he rests and takes his painkillers.”
“Tosh can’t watch the Rift and him at the same time! What if something comes through or there’s a weevil alert?”
Ianto watched them as the moment of surprise passed leaving him rather confused as to what he was feeling and what he thought he should be feeling. One thing he was certain of was that the shock of the day was not getting a chance to develop because everything else was distracting him.
“Tosh is resourceful and careful. She won’t go off chasing weevils on her own and she’ll be monitoring anything that comes through. And it’s only until I get back here. Then Suzie can go back. Tosh won’t be on her own for too long.”
“He’s One! I thought you didn’t like anyone from One.”
“I don’t, but they’ve kept him imprisoned down here for two years. He’s a victim.”
“I am still One and I don’t feel like a victim.” Ianto stood up and they looked at him. “I am… was a detainee. I wasn’t kept in my room and only let out at specified times. I wasn’t mistreated or neglected or deliberately abused. They didn’t even call me names.” Ianto stared at Owen. “Yes, there was… scientific curiousity that did have painful results and yes, I was restricted to the sub-levels but I have… had a job and several friends. I could have holed up in my room and been every inch the victim if I’d wanted to but I didn’t.” Ianto’s hands began to shake but he wasn’t aware of it as he continued. “I’ve never thought that making the best out of a bad situation made me a victim.”
“It does, Ianto,” the Captain said carefully. “They gave you no choice but to accept their terms.”
“Neither have you, Captain.” Ianto’s voice was calm and they both looked at him. “The choice you gave me was no real choice. Go with you or stay here for UNIT. Either way I’m going to be restricted in where I can go and I’m going to be subjected to scientific curiousity. The most I can hope for now is that you will at the least offer me slightly better accommodation than I had here and a job.” Ianto notice his hands shaking and crossed his arms, hiding his hands beneath them.
“What did you do here?” Jack asked.
“I worked in the Archives.”
Jack grinned brightly. “Then I’ll offer you the job of being our Archivist.”
“We have archives?” Owen asked. “Where?”
“Where all the boxes are,” Jack told him.
“I thought that was a storeroom.”
Jack shook his head. “No. They’re just waiting to be filed. The archive rooms are actually behind the boxes.”
Ianto blinked. “Your archives are blocked by unsorted boxes?”
“Yep.” Jack nodded without any shame. “Maybe you can get them filed and out of the way because we’ll need the space for all the stuff from here.”
“What stuff from here?” There was an ominous note in Ianto’s voice and he uncrossed his arms and placed his now steady hands on his hips.
“All of it,” Jack said blithely. “I’m not leaving it here for UNIT or anyone else to find. We’ll box it up and transport it to you in Cardiff, then you can sort and catalogue to your heart’s content.” Jack smiled in a very self-satisfied manner and Ianto’s knees trembled and he sat down abruptly.
“Is he for real?” he asked Owen. Owen felt equally stunned and hid it beneath his usual disgruntlement. He turned to his bag, looking for his suture kit.
“Not today, he’s not.”
Jack watched Ianto walk around the sub-level archives. He was trying to keep the younger man occupied and distracted while they waited for Suzie. They’d already been back down to his room and gathered most of his belongings. Jack had been rather surprised at the appearance of several suits and matching shirts from the slim cupboard. They’d placed them carefully in a box along with the rest of his clothes and Jack had carried it up with them to the archives.
Ianto had tossed a couple of books and toiletries into the box and that seemed to be all the personal possessions he had. It bothered Jack but he didn’t say anything. He’d wait until Ianto was settled comfortably in Cardiff and then he’d make sure that the Welshman had anything he wanted as well. Whether or not he was compensating for offering Ianto what amounted to exchanging one captivity for another, Jack didn’t know but he knew he didn’t want to feel guilty about it. No matter what Ianto had said earlier, Jack knew Ianto was a victim and more than that, Jack knew exactly what it felt like to be kept by Torchwood because you were different to everyone else.
He’d helped Ianto moved the bodies of the other detainees to the walk-in freezer in the labs. They’d gone back for the four human corpses as well and Ianto had given Jack their names. Jack had kept a close eye on the dark haired man. Ianto was finding it harder to maintain a calm façade and his hands had been noticeably shaky. Jack hadn’t said anything but had asked Owen to have a mild sedative ready to administer before they left for Cardiff. With any luck Ianto would sleep all the way there or at least spend the trip in a relaxed drowsy state.
It was also becoming obvious that Ianto’s ribs were hurting. He moved slower and more carefully. His right wing was hanging lower and he sometimes stopped for a slow breath before moving forward again. Jack looked around the neatly organized Archive. There was a Bekaran deep tissue scanner in Cardiff but he couldn’t see one here. Jack intended to scan Ianto for internal damage as soon as they got to the Hub. He mentally kicked himself for making Owen leave it behind. His rule to keep all alien technology in the Hub and not allow it to be removed without his permission had come back to bite him. He’d have to revise that rule when all this over. He sighed. Yet another item for his ever-growing to-do list.
“We kept flattened boxes in a room on Sub Three,” Ianto suddenly spoke and Jack looked at him. Ianto was surveying the room with narrowed eyes. “You can use them to pack all of this stuff into. And if you could write the shelf number on the box lid then it will make it easier to sort them out in Cardiff.”
“We really need an inventory list.”
“There’s one in my office but it only gets printed out monthly. It’s a rather hefty document and most people use the computer database as it’s always current.”
“Once the power’s back we’ll transfer what we can from here to the Hub.” Jack had already alerted Tosh and as soon as the computers went online she would be waiting. Tosh was beyond gifted when it came to computers and it wouldn’t take her long to shift all of Torchwood One’s systems onto Three’s mainframe. “I do need to know where the lockdowns for these levels are. While I’m taking you to Cardiff I don’t want anyone else in here.”
“Each floor has a board that can lockdown either just one floor or all of them.” Ianto led the way to a junction box near the lifts and opened it up. Jack studied it carefully by the light of his torch.
“Looks easy enough but I’ll need to check the actual door on Sub One. See what damage the cybermen did to it because it’s no good setting the lockdown if that door isn’t able to stay closed.” He looked at his watch. “Suzie should be here in another half an hour so if there’s anything else you want to take now the time to get it.”
“No,” Ianto said with a shake of his head. “This is all I need. Unless you think I should get my medical files for Doctor Harper?”
“Good idea. That should keep the sarcastic sod happy.” Jack grinned and Ianto realised he was shaking his head again. He didn’t think he’d ever figure out the dynamics between the doctor and the Captain. But Ianto was amused as he watched the Captain react to his medical records.
“All of this is yours?”
“Yep.” Ianto patted the four drawer filing cabinet with a smile. The word ‘Jones’ was engraved into the front of the top drawer and post-it notes were scattered across the cool metal.
“All of it?” Jack repeated as he opened the drawers and found them filled with coloured files and plastic tabs.
“Two years worth. Every test and result, every scan, all there.”
“We’ll need a trolley to move it.” Jack began planning. “Might be able to slide it into the back of the SUV.”
“It would be easier to remove the files and place them in boxes rather than take the cabinet as well,” Ianto pointed out. “And it is all in the database anyway.”
“We’ll still take it but not today. Owen will have to wait. We’ll pack it up with the rest of the archives.” Jack looked at the post-its and one caught his eye.
“Who’s Lisa?”
“My doctor.” Ianto’s wings rustled as he turned away from the cabinet and its notes.
“Dinner at eight, my place.” Jack read the note and Ianto paused.
“She sometimes brings pizza in. She usually invites me to share it in her office.”
“That’s nice of her,” Jack remarked sincerely.
Ianto nodded. “Yeah.” His shoulders slumped for a moment and then he straightened up. “There’s a book in my office I just remembered. I should take that too.” He walked off without looking back. Jack watched him leave and then read the rest of the notes.
All from people who were more than likely dead. Either deleted or converted. Jack wondered if there was anyone left that Ianto might know and then realised that Ianto would have to be listed as one of the dead.
“My canary?” Jack read one of the notes absently as he wondered how Ianto would react to be officially dead.
“Lisa’s nickname for me.” Ianto startled him by replying. Jack hadn’t heard him return. “‘The canary of Canary Wharf’ they used to call me when I first came here. It got shortened since then.” And had fallen out of use after the novelty had worn off. Only Lisa called him 'canary' now.
“You’re not a canary,” was all Jack could say.
“I know,” Ianto said with a shrug. “But they needed to have a label for me back then. It made them feel better.” Ianto looked at him with tired but clear eyes. “It could have been worse.”
“Like ‘birdman’,” Jack muttered and Ianto shrugged again. It might be slightly hypocritical to feel offended by Owen Harper's casual name-calling and not by Lisa and the others of One, but he knew...had known them.
“Your Doctor Harper is a prat.”
“True,” Jack agreed. “He’s a harmless one though.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and Jack’s laugh was cut short as Owen spoke through his com and informed him that Suzie had arrived.
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Notes:
Oral tradition has Henry II saying “Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?” which led several of his knights to assassinate Thomas Beckett in 1170.
Trapezius muscle is a large muscle that extends down from the skull to the lower vertebrae and laterally to the spine of the scapula.
Infra-spinatus muscles connect from the scapula (shoulder blade) to the humerus and form part of the rotator cuff that stabilizes the shoulder.
Infraspinatous fossa is the lower part of the shoulder bone where the infra-spinatus muscles attach.
Latissimus dorsi is the larger, flat, lateral muscle on the trunk from just under the trapezius covering all lumbar and sacral vertebrae and twisting upwards to the sub scapular area.
The vertebral border (or "medial border") is the longest edge of the scapular.
Pectoral muscles in birds run from the keel of its breastbone to the humerus and are the largest muscles a bird has. They provide the powerful downstroke in flight.
Supracoracoideus muscles lie below the pectoral muscle from the keel and are connected to the coracoid (shoulder bone) and are the muscles that raise the wing.
Anatomical and avian information garnered from Gray’s Anatomy and several assorted biology books..