Chapter 7: Okay TeaBoy! Kit off


Ianto spent two days at Cardiff Spire Private Hospital until he tired of his doctors' constant prodding and his boss taking up permanent residence at his bedside and discharged himself, he had waited until Jack went for coffee and literally made a run for it - well it was more of a limp but his knee was still sore from being dislocated. Owen was furious and insisted upon bi-weekly check-ups until he deemed Ianto healed and to Ianto's disappointment, Jack agreed with Owen and every three days he found himself stripped to his boxers so the young doctor could scan and tell him the same thing:

"Healing nicely, just want to keep you under obs for a while longer"

By time he got to his last check-up Ianto had given up fighting Owen, he had just come up from the archives to tidy up after the girls had gone home and was surprised to find Owen still at work.

"Tea boy" Owen's voice carried up to him from the med bay "down here and kit off" Ianto sighed and made his way down the steps. The med bay was very brightly lit and designed in such a way that Ianto felt very exposed whenever he came in for an exam, his feeling of unease really wasn't helped by the fact that by the time that he had removed his jacket and tie he could feel eyes on his back. This was another thing he had become used to during Owen's examinations so he addressed the voyeur without turning around.

"You know sir, if you want to see me naked you've only got to ask, or you could at least be discreet and watch on the monitor like a regular stalker, but could you please stop asking Owen to drag me down here just so you ogle. I'm fine"

"Hey," Owen interjected "am I not the doctor in the room? I'll be the one to decide if you're fine or not"

Ianto quickly undressed and within two minutes he was sat on the cold exam table in nothing but his boxers while Owen scanned him with a modified piece of alien Tech Tosh had made for him last year. Once the young doctor was satisfied that Ianto's internal injuries had healed he took a blood sample and put it into one of the many diagnostic machines to process. Honestly Ianto didn't see why he had to strip for these exams, he could have just rolled up his sleeve for the blood test and the scans were completely non-invasive.

"Can I go now?" Ianto said sounding bored and looked up at Jack who was sat rather dangerously on top of the railing overlooking the med bay "I really don't see why you had to be here, I could have told you that I was fine"

"yes, you'd be fine until I tried to schedule some firearms training then you'd get an awful pain in your ribs or your knee would act up or..." Jack acted out the injuries, dramatically clasping his chest, then his knee

"right you two shut it!" Owen was getting snippy "the quicker we get these results the quicker we can all get off" Jack bursts out laughing and Ianto rolled his eyes while reaching for his shirt, Owen just looks confused.

"Yan, don't bother putting your clothes back on, Owen wants a threesome" by this point he was laughing so hard that he was in danger of falling off the railing.

"Wh..What?" Owen looked at Ianto for answers "where the hell is he getting that from"

Ianto stood and continued to dress, he was so used to Jack's sexual humour that it didn't even make him blush like it used to – much to Jack's disappointment. He turned to Owen and explained the situation. "you know you can't mention getting off around Jack, he's got the sense of humour of a child"

"a weird perverted child"

"HEY!"


Ianto's blood work came back clean and Owen left quickly after that, Jack managed to calm himself down to a quiet giggle and Ianto set abut making them both a coffee. Exactly nine and half minutes after he started to heat the water, the beverages were ready and he put them on a tray with a few of Jack's favourite biscuits and carried them to his office. Opening the door he found it empty, which was odd as he was sure that he had seen him up here a minute ago.

"Jack?" he called out and placed the cup of coffee in it's usual place on the desk, when he did he noticed a piece of card folded with his name on the front. Frowning he opened the card and read It's contents. YAN, MEET ME ON THE SHOOTING RANGE, J.

Ianto gulped, now that Owen had declared him fit for active duty Jack wasn't giving him a chance to talk his way out of any more lessons. reluctantly he made his way down the stairs to the shooting range where he knew Jack was waiting, the coffee he had carefully prepared left abandoned on the corner of the desk.

The Torchwood shooting range was really just an old tunnel, Victorian and tiled like the majority of the HUB. Ianto was surprised to find that Jack had already set up the targets, but then he probably didn't want to give Ianto any excuse to delay their lesson. As promised Jack had been training Ianto as a field agent for the past four weeks, though Ianto had managed to beg off many of his lessons due to the fact that he was still healing...well, that and a little distraction technique which involved him wearing red shirts every day for a week just to watch the effect it had on his boss. But it seemed that his time had run out, and as he stood in front of the table of weaponry staring at the cold dangerous pieces of metal he felt his palms begin to sweat, his mind was screaming at him to get out of here but as he took a step backwards he found that his path was blocked.

"Yan, you're on my toe" Ianto jumped forwards so quickly he almost stumbled and Jack let out an involuntary laugh.

"Jesus, Jack. are you trying to kill me?"

"Jumpy tonight aren't we?" jack took a step forwards and put his arms around Ianto's waist "we're not putting off this lesson any longer and you need to relax" Jack had been patient with Ianto for the last month, in all aspects of their relationship: at work he didn't push the issue of his training, even when Ianto's attempts to distract him were painfully obvious, and in private he hadn't let them go too far after Ianto had got over his minor crisis of sexuality Jack had found him to be both eager and deliciously curious about exploring the all the new things he felt with Jack but Jack didn't want to do anything until he knew that Ianto was healed and ready.

On the table he had laid out a number of different firearms, all loaded and ready. Moving to the table he picked up the first, a black 9mm which was standard issue for all Torchwood agents.

"Right, I know you had basic training while you were in London but since you may actually have reason to use a gun here I think you could do with some more." He handed the gun to Ianto and moving behind him, led him over to face the first target with his hands on the other mas hips.

"Now, I want you to fire off one round for me" He didn't miss the tremble in Ianto's arm as he held out the gun in front of him. After a minute of silence where Ianto had still not fired Jack moved – If possible – closer to the Welshman and pressed a kiss to the soft spot behind his ear earning him a groan from his nervous student's lips. He then pulled away and picked up another gun from the table, this one was similar to Ianto's but silver.

"Here" he held out the gun for Ianto to take, the young man switched guns with Jack then looked confused "This one is loaded with blanks, now there's no way that you could hurt anybody with it" Ianto's expression brightened, while trying to figure out why he didn't like guns he had come to the conclusion that it wasn't about what damage they could do, but that he would be responsible for the damage they do to whoever he fires at. He was glad that he had confided in Jack about this, he had obviously taken it in to account when planning tonight's lesson and with the knowledge that he couldn't hurt anyone, he found it much easier to fire off round after round – with gentle encouragement from Jack – until he had emptied the magazine.

Satisfied with his progress, Jack let Ianto go for the night and the young man left the shooting range with a smile on his face. Once he was sure the other man was gone Jack walked over to the cardboard weevil Ianto had been shooting at and examined the damage: by his count, only one of the bullets from Ianto's clip had gone wide and most of the shots were concentrated in the chest. Telling the younger man that he was firing blanks was a stroke of genius and Jack smiled smugly to himself as he threw away the evidence and reset the range for their next lesson.

It really seemed that things were getting better, Ianto was healed, he had fired without wincing at the loud noise and the entire team seemed to be back to normal after their ordeal on the beacons.


Elsewhere in Cardiff...

Toshiko lay in her bed, the voices were pressing in and the pendant around her neck felt like it weighed a tonne, she curled into a ball and placed her hands over her ears. She could just take it off but the pendant's call was almost as seductive as the blonde woman asleep next to her.


AN/ I'm aware that firing blanks would feel different than firing real bullets but I'm assuming that Ianto is SO inexperienced with a gun that he won't know the difference. well Jack assumed...so it can only really make an ass out of him