Jack's POV.
I walked through the door and absorbed the quieter atmosphere. Owen, Gwen and Tosh had gone away for a weekend. I'm not that surprised, Abaddon had been big and they needed fresh air. Actually, it was too quiet. Ianto was still here. Somewhere. I walked over to my office – U.N.I.T had sent me tonnes of paper work to do. I walked through the door and froze. Ianto was lying on the ground. Skin white as sheets and mouth open. I bent down and checked his pulse, it was weak and he was cold. Oh shit. I lifted him up and carried him over to the autopsy bay and put him on the bed. He's heavier than he looks. I grabbed some of Owen's things and checked him over. It's not good. I grabbed a scanner and held it over his abdomen. 'Please remove clothing' it asked. I ripped Ianto's shirt – I'll get you a new one, I promise – and picked up the scanner again. Kidney failure. I had to do something; I'm not letting him die. My lover. I got Ianto ready and sat myself next to him on another bed. I had all I needed next to him. I picked up a syringe and dipped the needle into my stomach - anaesthetic. It went numb and I picked up a scalpel. I made a cut roughly where my kidneys were, I search around for one and cut it loose. I put it in a Tupperware box and quickly stitched myself up. It was a rough job but it had to do for now. I supported myself next to Ianto and made sure he was under on anaesthetic. I made a cut and immediately saw the problem. Oh Ianto, why didn't you say anything? I removed it and put mine in its place. I was so glad Ianto made me do that biology course. I stitched Ianto up and let him come around. I sat myself on my bed because I feeling a little faint. I know, some water would make me feel better. I walked over to the sink and took a cup. I heard the rushing water fill my ears then everything went black and silent.
Ianto's POV.
I had just answered the call from U.N.I.T and called Jack when I felt a bit funny. I was walking out of his office when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I was down, I couldn't see a thing but I felt the unforgiving metal and cold stone. Next I woke up in the autopsy bay. My shirt had been ripped and I had a cut on my tummy. I was a bit light headed. I looked around and saw Jack on the floor. The tap was running and he too had a cut on his tummy. What had he done? I pushed myself up and off the bed, almost falling over in the process. I managed to get down on the floor. I held Jack in my arms. His pulse was weak and his skin was cold. The best thing to do was let him die and come back. I didn't want to. Of course, I didn't want my lover to die but this is Jack. It happens. He came around eventually, gasping deeply and looking up into my eyes. He was scared and sorry. What had he done? He said he was sorry and he explained what he'd done. I softened. He cared so much. I kissed his lips and held him. We were as one and I'm never going to let it go.