September 2011
Ianto waded through the muddy, dank water, following the beam from his maglite and the noise of the weevil in front. The sewers at this point were Victorian, the brickwork rising in a perfect arch over his head. Jack was a few feet behind, the unexpectedly deep water dragging at his coat and slowing him, not that Jack was complaining, his maglite showed the rise of Ianto's neck from his now attractively rumpled suit, his hair curling in the damp air, the light glancing off his shoulder and leading down his arm to the strong fingers curling round the grip of his gun. No, Jack liked being behind Ianto, he slowed, preparing to call off the hunt, the noise of the weevil was receding and he really wanted to turn this Weevil Hunt into a 'weevil hunt'. The flash and noise took them both by surprise, "NO! Ianto!" Jack tried to run forward through the grimy water, but he was too slow to catch him and he watched in horror as Ianto slipped below the surface. Jack scrabbled frantically below the water, in darkness now, needing both hands. He caught the fabric of Ianto's jacket and heaved, his breath coming slow and shallow, his thoughts sluggish, and his limbs heavy. He managed to haul Ianto into his arms, face out of the water before he sank himself, holding Ianto on his lap, face above the sewage, before succumbing to the darkness.