Title: Diary Of Ianto Jones : My First Day As Paralyzed
Author's Notes: This here is my very first fanfiction. I hope it's okay really, because I'm planning on ceaping it going. Sorry If there are any mistakes in the spelling, (I'm from Sweden and I'm doing my best.)
Summary: Somehow Captain Jack Harkness have managed to paralyze Ianto. (I'm planning on writing that part afterwards.) Now both Tosh and Jack is working on modifying it.
Pairing(s)/character(s): Ianto, Jack, Toshiko, Gwen
Warning(s): Many sad things happens to our Ianto!
Disclaimer: I do not own this, obviusly. Torchwood and the characters all belong to BBC and other.
If I did the show would probably be more like my story(s).

#1.1

During my first day of being completely paralyzed, almost. Toshiko actually managed to give me my right arm back in action. I secretly think it was because of how they all went mad without my coffee for half a day. Anyway, I'm aloud to be in the hub again, that's a good sign. Jack is feeling very guilty about what happened, and I'm actually glad that he is because I'm still very mad at him. Since I've had a lot of time to think, not being able to communicate much I've been thinking that maybe I could go a little easier on him. I'm just waiting for the right signal (him offering me a foot rub) and then I might reconsider forgiving him a bit. It'll be fun to see if he figures it out.

Anyhow it's Friday and Tosh came over at my apartment at half past four this morning, yelling from the other side of the door: 'Ianto! I figured it out! I can get your hand back! Open the door! Ianto? Are you there at all?' Jack had left me in my living room sitting in the first best wheelchair he'd found for me. I was sleeping and I couldn't possible move when I woke up whit my head between my knees. Luckily Tosh was too worried about me so she actually kicked in the apartment door, (since Captain Jolterhead Harkness were smart enough to lock the door, even though I couldn't possible unlock it) I'm glad she did and a little reminder to myself:

Next time I see the Captain: First thing he's going to do is to fix me a new door!

Tosh lifted my head and pushed a pillow behind my shoulders so that I could rest my head. She brushed my teeth without me saying anything at all. She even combed my hair and pulled a huge blanket over my body. And yes, all of this time she were going on and on about giving me my hand back. Because sadly there were nothing more she could do for now.

She rapidly pulled my wheelchair out of the apartment, into the elevator, out on the parking lot and I noticed she hadn't been driving over there, because there was no black Opel as far as I could see. Before I got the chance to think any further about that she started running towards the Millennium Centre. It was about one and a half miles to go. It took her about thirty minutes to get there, all safe and sound. Which is more than I can say for myself; she had missed when the blanket flew of so even though I was "paralyzed" I was still freezing half way to death, I was hungry since no one had even thought about feeding me since it happened and I am pretty sure that I managed to swallow a bug or two during this trip.

When we came into the hub she didn't notice at all. Jack stayed inside his office, probably hiding, since he was well aware of my reaction if I saw his face. Anyway Tosh showed me what she and Jack had been working on during the night, she gave me sensibility back in my right arm and she spend the rest of the morning with me in the little kitchen to help me practise speaking since my face recovered from being numb.

So she left me here in the kitchen for the rest of the day. She gave me this book to write or draw in or whatever the hell I wanted to do and I figured that since I'm already so use to write in my diary I might as well keep it up! I haven't seen anyone of them for about an hour now. Once in a while Gwen shows up to collect the cups of coffee for everyone. I figure they are too busy to come over here and ask how I am doing or anything at all. I'm actually starting to miss bootlicker-Jack.

Speaking of the devil. He just appeared a few hours ago asking me how I was doing. I looked him in the eye with a "fuck you"-face. He didn't say much though, but I cracked straight out about my door being broken and that he was to pay for a new one. I also left him a comment about me not been eating since twenty-four hours ago, he dropped his jaw for a second before he ran out to order me some Chinese takeout. He spend the following hour feeding me and neither one of us said anything about my condition.

I really hope that this wasn't too bad. Please review and I'll know if it's worthwhile to post a new chapter.

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