Chapter 10!

ENJOY!

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The world felt like it was cotton candy. But the knowledge she was dead was anything, but sweet. Why she had started in a hospital; she didn't know. Then it made sense as she looked to who was with her. They were letting her say goodbye. At least she got that. She could tell them how sorry she was…

Oh Gods little Kibo! Poor thing, never had a chance in this world. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach. No feeling registered; but of course it wouldn't. Nor did the fact the room was a veritable garden of bright flowers and pairs. Two of everything from stuffed bears to balloons littered the private room. Her fogged mind took in none of it.

Ianto blinked and sat forward; her clouded gaze stared straight past him. A solitary tear rolling down her cheek. Her lips moved, but there was no sound. It was really starting to freak him out. His hand clenched on Jack's arm. Nails digging into the material of his shirt. The young man didn't want to intrude; but couldn't help it when he read her lips. She loved them; she was sorry so sorry. Kibo? Who was Kibo? Must be… Oh…

Jack felt the pressure and yawned as he shifted, stretched and… "Ow! Yan…" He looked over, but his husband was already up and moving. Seemed Amaria was determined to get out of bed. Something about a psychopathic, rat bastard of a, fucking ex, she needed to haunt. Wait a minute, haunt…? Then it dawned on him, she must think Landon succeeded. She must think she's dead…

"Fuck!" Amaria hissed. Her natural reaction to falling. She'd hit the linoleum and had taken her friend with her. Landing on him had softened the blow, but barely. It took a moment to filter through that she should be embarrassed about the whole thing. Or that her arse was really smarting.

"You have such a way with words." Ianto chuckled. "Cariad, I think we are going to need your help." He added, knowing he didn't have the strength to lift her.

"Hold it… That hurt and not just my pride." Amaria muttered. The whole situation gradually sinking in.

"I will admit haunting that rat bastard, might have been fun, but we want you here." The young man decided; nuzzling her cheek as Jack made his way over.

Finally it clicked. Amaria was alive! Her little Kibo had a chance!

She didn't know where it came from; but the sudden rush of emotions swelled. Big fat tears were suddenly rolling trails down her cheeks. Amaria clung to Ianto and he held her tightly in turn, as she buried her face in his neck. Her tears were soaking his collar; but he didn't much care. She simply curled into Jack as the young man handed her off, letting them move her as they would.

He felt like they were playing hot potato as Ianto climbed into the over-sized hospital bed; settled and held his arms out. Jack chuckled as he set the huddled bundle; gently, into his husband's hold. Throwing his great coat over them; then crawling into the huddle himself. The young man was cooing into her hair; rubbing her back and just letting her cry as she clung as well as the casts allowed.

The older man held them both in strong arms. After pulling the coat around them like a shield to the world. He wasn't sure why he felt shock, but Jack also felt pleased when she turned. Curling into the warmth his skin offered. She tensed, but relaxed and even snuffled as he held her tighter.

~RWC~

Owen wasn't at all concerned to find them that way the next morning. He quietly cleared his throat and Jack's head popped up out of the collar of his coat, squinting as he looked around. "Time is it?"

"Time for me to clear her to go home. Wherever that may be…" Harper replied slowly.

"I've talked to Idris… There's my rooms at the compound… Practically like a hotel suite. Till we find that fuckin tosser that's the safest place. There's a room for Walt, we can all stay."

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