Title: Haunted 2/3
Author: Bry-Jack
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Prompt: 09 Clean
Character/Pairing: Jack/Ianto/10
Rating: PG-13/15
Disclaimer: Not mine – no money made
A/N – Sorry! I was going to post this on Thursday but the e-mail Jo sent didn't get to me until just now……I've also made it longer so there is a third part. Don't know when that will be posted as I'm going a course over this week. But I'll try and have it finished the begging of next week. Don't hate me…
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Shocked at the sight of their lover covered in blood and blisters and what was left of his skin falling off his body. It was only when Ianto moaned,
"Get off…get off…get o..get…ge….."
Did Jack and the Doctor jump into action. Jack pulled the shower head down and franticly turned the cold tap on, until it was just right.
The Doctor dropped to the floor where he gently took a hold of Ianto's wrists. Carefully, he pulled them until Ianto could no longer tear at his skin.
Ianto's moans soon turned in to screams as Jack brought the shower head close to his skin, cooling his overheated body.
Fifteen minutes later Ianto was unconscious.
"What the hell happened?" Jack said, turning the tap off and kneeling next to the Doctor and Ianto.
"When I know, Jack, I'll tell you. Look after him until I come back." The Doctor whispered, looking at Ianto one more time before getting up and walking out the door.
Jack watched him leave the bathroom then the bedroom.
"Oh Ianto."
Reaching out Jack touched Ianto's little toe on his right foot. It seemed to be the only place that wasn't burned.
"What was going on inside your head, Yan?"
Jack didn't know how long he sat, watching his lover and stroking the small patch of skin, waiting for the Doctor to come back.
When he did come back into the bedroom he was carrying a white box with a green crescent on it, which he dropped on the floor at the bottom of the bed. He walked into the bathroom with a big plastic sheet.
Kneeling back down the Doctor opened the big sheet and placed it just behind them before looking at Ianto and then Jack right in the eye.
"We have to get him onto this plastic sheet and on to the bed before I can help him."
"But you can right."
The Doctor gave a big sigh, obviously thinking about his answer.
"I hope so."
The Doctor and Jack slipped one of their hands under Ianto's armpits and the other one under his knee and pulled him out of the shower and onto the plastic sheet.
Once they had him on the sheet they gently wrapped it around him before picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom and onto the bed. Ianto was moaning and shivering as they moved him.
After they unwrapped the plastic sheet from around him they stepped back.
"Now what?" Jack asked, looking at the Doctor, unable to look at Ianto's burnt body.
The Doctor picked the white box up again and turned it to Jack.
"I got this from a hospital in the year five billion and fifty-five, just before I landed in the hub."
"What's in it?"
"Nanogenes."
"Now the hell did you get nanogenes?"
"It really doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that Ianto gets better and soon."
Looking straight at the Doctor Jack could see that there was something he wasn't telling him, but he also knew that if they didn't do something soon, Ianto would die and that was something that Jack could not survive
Nodding, Jack whispered, "Ok."
"Right. Once I've opened the box we have to go into the bathroom for ten minutes so that the nanogenes heal Ianto and don't try heal us. On the count of three…One…Two…Three."
When the Doctor opened the white box billions of little tiny lights shot out and up into the air.
The Doctor grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him into the bathroom and threw the door shut.
For ten minutes all they could hear was a low buzzing noise and the sound of the Doctor's shoes squeaking as he paced on the wet floor.
When they finally opened the door they saw the little lights had glowed brighter and had moved closer, covering Ianto's body from head to toe. The buzzing sound that had been almost audible now sounded like hundreds of bees flying around the room. Moving faster now, they circled Ianto, moving up and down his body, slowly repairing the damage that had been done.
The bloodied, damaged skin had slowly grown back and was fading into a bright pink sheen. The skin that was hanging off his body was disappearing gradually. Little by little, Ianto was looking more healthy, no longer shivering and moaning.
Sitting on a chair on the right of Ianto, Jack watched the little lights starting to slow down until the came to a stop and disappeared back into their little white box.
"Now what?" He whispered, still looking at Ianto.
"Now we let Ianto sleep until his body is fully healed."
"And how long will that take?"
"An hour or so…He'll still be sore and tired when he does wake up but at least he wont be in pain for months or be at risk of infection"
Watching Ianto's rosy face, Jack could see the Doctor sit in the chair on the opposite side of the bed, just out of his line of sight.
"What do you think it was that made him do that to himself?" He whispered.
The Doctor sighed and said,
"It could have been a number of things…Obsessive-compulsive disorder or post-traumatic stress disorder…Even a mix of both…"
Jack kept his eyes on Ianto, afraid that if he stopped looking for even a second he would lose him, lost in thought he said:
"After the batter at Canary Wharf everyone was so busy…I didn't really think about what Ianto might or might not of see and done there…Even after what happened with Lisa…I only really know tested the insomnia and nightmares…I know that he could be a little cold…but it was only when we come on board the TARDIS did I see that he was emotional detachment…most of the time…"
Turning he looked at the Doctor,
"The girls always complained about there was never any soap. Ianto always put more in, liquid and bars. It got so bad that even I started to put it in the toilets and shower rooms, but it still got use and finished with in a few days…Not that it was really that strange between the rift taking things and weevils it got used quick…But after Ianto started working with us it went even quicker…" Jack frowned, feeling tears in his eyes, looking at back at Ianto, watching his chest rise and fall.
"Jack…I didn't see it coming either…Maybe...Maybe there is something more going on…We'll just have to wait and ask Ianto when he wakes up. When he's feeling better…" The Doctor whispered, for once not really knowing what to say…Not having a brilliant explanation or plan to make everything alright.
They sat there, waiting…waiting for their lover to wake up and tell they that everything was ok and that he hadn't been trying to tell them something important, that they hadn't missed the hints if there were any to begin with…waiting to tell him that they loved him and that it was ok…
The Doctor and Jack were slowly, unwillingly falling into a sleep, when Ianto's eyes started to flicker open.
"Ianto…"
TBC?