AN: AT LAST. LETS FIX UP IANTO AND LET HIM GET BETTER IN PEACE, YEA? LETS GET GOING!
Owen let go of Iantos' arm, after yet another blood test. As usual with our Welshman, he had gone sheet-white. That's even more than he was due to the punch-up.
" Well. Bruised ribs. Broken nose – fixed now. Sprained wrist, but that's simple. Bruises all over but fine other than that. The scanner showed nothing strange so no problems there then." Owen smiled slightly. " You're free to go."
Ianto nodded minutely in acknowledgement and tried to stand up. I saw him waver on the spot and instantly slipped my arms around him for support.
" Come on. Lets' get you to my office."
" No heavy lifting or straining. Alright Jack?" Owen shouted.
" Course! What else!" I pretended to be shocked. But he was right. Nothing I could do to Ianto at the moment.
" What did he mean?" Ianto asked. I had forgotten how short a time he'd been here really, so he didn't really know what to expect from me.
" Nothing. Just…no archivist work for a while." Best excuse I had. I know, lying has never been my best spot.
" Oh." I could tell he wasn't fooled, but Ianto was too polite to ask.
I let Ianto sit on the sofa, and passed him a glass of whiskey before letting him rest against me softly. We were rather content in the silence. God knows what he was thinking about, but my mind was on the familiarity, how just yesterday the circumstances were the same; Ianto leaning against me, No shirt on his behalf, silent. Only this time I would be careful, and he wouldn't get annoyed and run off, to be bitten by Janet.
" I'm sorry."
I thought he had been asleep. Oops. Apparently not. " What for?" Perhaps he was drifting asleep, so nothing made sense.
" For letting those guards get me."
" Don't be silly. It's my fault. You asked not to go, I made you."
" But I should have defended myself better." He murmured against my shirt.
" No. I'll make sure you have lessons. I should have seen to it before."
" Alright." This word seemed a little quieter, a little more accented. Within seconds, Ianto was asleep in my arms. I relaxed back slowly, not waking him but getting us both comfier.
About ten minutes later. I hadn't moved but had taken the time to think things through. Like how to get rid of the conversion Unit without Ianto seeing, for example.
Tosh knocked timidly on the glass-panelled door.
" Hey." I whispered.
" How is he?" She sat on the Chair in front of the desk, looking over at us.
" Tired. Wouldn't you be?" I ran a hand softly through his hair again, as I had been for a while now.
" I guess so. Lets just hope nothing bad happens for a while now. He deserves a proper rest."
I nodded, pulling him slightly closer, noting he was getting a bit cold, what with not having a shirt and all.
" Well. If there's nothing left to do Jack, I'd like to go home." She looked a bit anxious. Tosh was always like that when it came to going home, always had a little but of work left to finish. Usually it was a fight to get her to go home, so why so desperate this time?
" Sure. Tell Gwen and Owen to go as well, if that's Okay with you."
I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile in her eyes when I said Owen could go as well. Hmm. Maybe there is something in that? I'd have to keep an eye on it.
" Sure. Look after him Jack. I know you care really."
I felt a pang of emotion at her words, but couldn't describe it really. Best dismiss it and think about it later.
" I will Tosh."
She turned to leave but paused halfway out. " Oh, and Jack?"
" Yea?"
" Did you mean it? In the car? About being in love?" She asked quietly, looking at Ianto.
" I'm not sure. It's hard to tell. Now go on. I'm sure Owens' waiting." I put just the right amount of teasing into my voice.
Tosh blushed sweetly but didn't object. " Okay, see you then Jack." She waved and left.
About 3 minutes later, everyone had gone home. Ianto stirred in my arms and twisted up to face me.
" Jack?" His whisper was beautifully husky with sleep.
" It's alright Ianto. You're safe now." I smiled.
