[MEME] And then there were children.
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Date: 2009-04-28 01:36 am (UTC)He'd known it was bad when Owen's voice came over the intercom in the hushed tones he never used unless there was a tragedy on. "New Wanderer; taking her to the infirmary" was all he'd say on the channel, along with "Some sensitive..." and trailing off like he wasn't sure of the word.
Gwen was out on a personal day, Andy looking after Sam in the residential wings following his latest mishap, and the last time he'd seen Ianto he'd been hock-deep in something large and complicated involving too many legal documents and too much paper, so he caught Suzie on the way down to the infirmary and wondered who the hell would provoke that much of a reaction from Owen.
What he wasn't expecting to find was a thirteen-year-old girl in a nightgown sitting in a corner, ankles locked together, holding onto a mug of hot cocoa and carefully not looking at anyone.
Owen looked between them as they came in, perpetual grimace deepening as he walked over. "Won't let me touch her," he said, keeping his voice low. Not that she wouldn't be able to hear him, but it was the best he could do. "All I could do to get a name out of her, and she introduced herself..."
They all knew the name before he turned to look at Suzie, hung halfway between apology and a vestigial sense of sympathy.
"Well, as you."
This wasn't something they trained for.
Jack took a breath to control the situation, but he didn't make it to speaking before Suzie – the adult, not the child curled in a corner – set her shoulders and shot both of them a glare that could whither steel. "I'll sort this. Get out."
"Suzie," Jack said, and the glare sparked. Oh yes, that glare said, he could argue, but he'd better be prepared to make a Sherman's March to the Sea out of it; he'd better be prepared to take no prisoners.
"I've got it," she said.
They stepped out, and she shut the door between them.