a/n: I accept flames. I'm going to start updating this at least once a week, but it will most likely be bumped up to twice a week.
Warnings: Jack/Ianto. AU.
Meeting Gray Chapter 3
After the second major rift spike, the alarms began to go off again. Ianto groaned and pulled up why the alarms were going off. He had been going to go to sleep, but the alarms were telling him that a rogue weevil was wandering loose and that meant that Ianto would have to go after it instead of sleeping.
"I hate weevils." Ianto mumbled as he picked up his gun and a can of weevil spray.
It was a short drive to the area where someone had reported the weevil. It was raining. Ianto looked out through the rain and didn't really want to get out of the nice warm car because he hadn't taken a jacket with him. It hadn't been raining when he left the hub. Then to make matters worse the weevil ran in front of the SUV.
Getting out of the SUV, Ianto sighed and determined that the rain was beginning to fall harder. He came to the conclusion that the universe was against him tonight. It didn't get any better when he whirled to look where something had knocked into a trashcan and didn't see anything there. Ianto opened the passenger door of the SUV and grabbed a torch. Closing the door, Ianto turned it on and swung it in a wide arc around him. Ianto still didn't see anything, but he knew the weevil was close by. Ianto frowned. His suit was probably ruined and it was sticking to his skin. Ianto sneezed.
There was a growl behind him. Ianto swung around again. Once again there wasn't anything there. Ianto turned to look in the direction he had been looking originally when something moved out of the corner of his eye. He didn't even have time to brace himself before the weevil slammed into him. Ianto went down, scraping his hands as he used them to catch his fall.
Trying to get his feet proved to be hard so Ianto stopped trying. He threw his hand up to make sure that the weevil didn't rip his throat out while he tried to dig the spray out of the back pocket of his suit pants. Ianto panicked because it wasn't there before reflecting that he's left it on the corner of Tosh's desk while he'd been looking for the keys to the spare SUV.
"Shit." Ianto cursed.
Thinking quickly, Ianto punched the weevil, that was about to bite down on his arm, in the face. It quickly backed off. Trying to get rid of pain in his hand from punching the weevil Ianto shook his hand while using the other hand to pull his gun out. When the weevil came back at him again Ianto pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the weevil in the forehead causing it to drop dead.
Ianto exhaled the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. Looking at the weevil's body Ianto groaned. He had to take the body back to the hub. It was going to be really hard to get the body into the back of the SUV because it was heavier then he was. Then when he got back to the hub he was going to have to clean the back of the SUV. It was way more effort then it was worth. It was his job though.
Ianto leaned over and attempted to pick up the weevil. He couldn't get it on the first couple of tries, but eventually he managed to pick it up. It took a couple of staggering steps to get to the SUV and a heft to get it into the back. Leaning against the frame of the car, Ianto panted then winced as his erratic breathing caused his ribs to twinge painfully. He figured that he must have hurt his ribs when he fell.
By the time Ianto got back to the hub the others had gotten back as well. He left the body of the weevil in the SUV and entered the hub. He had several scrapes and bruises from his initial fall and his ribs were still twinging. The sound of laughter spilled out from the doorway as he entered. Gray had apparently begun to fit in very well the rest of the team while they had been out.
The others looked up as he came in, but he was expecting that as the door that he had entered through clanked horribly when it opened.
"Good, tea-boy. We want coffee." Owen demanded. Ianto hadn't expected anymore then a demand for coffee. He would have been surprised if someone asked if he was okay.
"There's a weevil in the back of the spare SUV." Ianto said as he paused before heading towards the stairs that lead to the kitchen and the coffee machine.
"Why is it still in the back?" Gwen asked. Normally, the weevils were brought in and put in the cells right away.
"It's dead." Ianto deadpanned, pausing his step again for a second.
"Why is it dead?"
Ianto shot Gwen a look that could kill. "Because I shot it."
"Why did you shoot it?" Owen continued the questions and found himself the new receiving end for Ianto's shooting daggers look.
"I don't know." Ianto suddenly exploded at the rest of the team. He was tired of no one asking about how he was doing. Even his boyfriend hadn't asked if he was okay because it was obvious that he had been outside. He swung his hands in an angry gesture, and the others could see that his hands were cut up. "How about it tried to kill me!"
"Why did you shoot it?" Owen repeated.
"Because. It. Tried. To. Kill. Me." Ianto yelled louder emphasizing each word.
"You didn't have to shoot it." Jack pointed out calmly. It surprised the team that he hadn't immediately sprung on Ianto to treat his hands.
"I didn't have any weevil spray, and there weren't a lot of other options." Ianto protested. He was had calmed down slightly, but his eyes were still blazing furiously.
Jack didn't say anything only nodded. Ianto growled lightly, not in a playful manner, and continued on his original path towards the upstairs part of the hub.
"What was the yelling about?" Gwen asked the second she thought that Ianto was out of hearing range.
"What do you mean?" Jack looked at her curiously.
"You're his boyfriend; you should know." Gwen stated simply.
Jack still looked slightly confused, but he seemed to get the point. Jack started to walk towards the kitchen when Gray called for him. Jack changed directions and headed towards Gray. It didn't seem like a big deal, but Jack had never just ignored Ianto like that before. Tosh, Gwen and Owen didn't comment on it. It could be nothing, but the three of them were getting the feeling that it was probably more then that.
