OF SURGEONS, SICKIES AND SUVs
For a Doctor of medicine, it came as rather a shock to Owen Harper that he actually didn't like patients all that much. They complained, whined, moaned and groaned, and usually pissed him off. The other thing they did was puke. Not all of them mind, but quite often. Ok, so it went with the territory which was why he had opted for cardio thoracic surgery as a specialisation, no vomit and no Dehli belly on a daily basis, just people who smoked too much and complained about the inadequacies of the NHS. The NHS was a lost cause and Owen's career was doomed from day one, he was just too bloody cynical to stick with it. He'd actually considered going into the army as a doctor until he'd met Katie and now that she was gone he had settled for....
Chaos, torture and Jack Harkness' suicidal driving, was there a difference? He asked himself. He couldn't think of one off hand as the SUV violently swerved around yet another corner in suburbia. You'd think Harkness would've cottoned on by now; Jack speed is not acceptable in nice neighbourhoods like this one. He'd already tried murdering a cat last week, which Ianto had ended up adopting out of sheer guilt. Owen gripped the dash board as the car swung vigorously around another corner, he was very grateful to be riding shotgun and not jammed in the back with Ianto, Tosh and all the tech gear.
The thing that bothered Owen was the fact they were actually in no hurry to get anywhere. The end of the world had been averted and this should really be a leisurely drive back through Cardiff to the Hub, stopping via Starbucks on the way. For some reason Jack was just incapable of driving in straight lines at nice pleasantly relaxing speeds. It was now that Owen finally understood why Ianto NEVER let Jack near his precious Lexus. Owen wondered if Jack suffered from Lexus by proxy...or Ianto by proxy for that matter...did he really just think that? He shuddered at the rather revolting image that sprang to mind and reminded himself never, ever to think of that again. Owen reached up and flipped down the shade above the windscreen, the one with the little mirror in it. He could see Tosh glaring out of her window, her lips tightly pursed in a thin line and then he saw Ianto...
To put it mildly Ianto was green, his face sheened with sweat his eyes bulging with terror and his white knuckles showing through as he gripped his seat belt.
"Stop!" He yelled it before even thinking.
Jack slammed on the breaks throwing them hard against their safeties and then Ianto lurched hurriedly out of his door and vomited his dinner all over the gutter. Owen watched as he heaved for some time one hand resting against the open door to steady himself. Ianto shot Owen a relieved look and nodded his quiet thanks at the startled medic who was making to get out of the vehicle himself. Ianto was shaking his head and gathering his composure. He straightened himself, spat out a bit of carrot, not that he'd eaten any carrots lately, and walked round to the driver's side door. Smiling tersely he indicated to Jack to wind the window down, which Jack duly did a concerned frown on his face.
"Yan are you....."
Ianto grabbed him by the ears and planted the wettest and sloppiest kiss he could muster on Jack's lips adding a good deal of tongue for good measure. Jack wriggled himself free with a look of abject disgust on his face. Spitting out the taste of vomit and glaring at his lover.
"What the fuck was THAT for?"
Owen was laughing and Tosh just watched quietly amused.
"That, Captain Jack Harkness was for making me travel sick for the first time since I was five!"