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The vehicle came to a stop and Jack's first thought was that Grey Men don't drive… do they? The second thought was that he didn't really have a game plan here. So… what's new. Fake it until ya make it… right?
Jack gave his most disarming smile, waved a hand and started towards the vehicle, the bullet kicking up dirt close to his feet making him stop and place his hands on his hips like he was amused "Now… that's not very nice!"
"Just step back!" cam the barked reply and Jack complied, his hands out so they could see that he meant no harm. Of course the dogs closing around the vehicle might be another matter but Jack smiled widely as he watched the man get out, then stumble and grab for the door.
HE IS SICK
Jack heard Ianto's voice as clear as day and he watched the dogs drop to their haunches, then start to back away from the vehicle with genuine fear.
"What do you need friend?" Jack called out "Antibiotics? Are you sick?"
"I don't need to tell you shit, I am the one with the fucking gun!" came the snarled reply.
"OK. Charming." Jack said calmly "You kiss your mother with that mouth champ?"
"Just get the fuck out of my way… over there" the man pointed as the passenger door opened and another man got out, this one more sure footed and his gun was aimed at Jack.
"Let's all be calm here, I am not looking for a fight. There is enough for everyone, I just want to take my things and go, I will leave you to it. I took less than half of everything there, there is plenty for…"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YANK!" the one with the wavering gun snarled.
JACK?
"It's OK" Jack said out loud for ALL present "How about I sit over here on the fence, yeah? You guys talk it over."
"The way I see it, you have already got everything ready for us that we need. I can drive that team of horses, we can go and you can pack yourself some more." The calm gunman said.
Jack knew this would not work, the day already too long and they needed to be back before dusk, no headlights to help show them the way and to be clear here… that SUV would not help anyone. He felt a spike of annoyance "No. Just because you have a gun, it does not make you a better person… considering the fact I have not drawn mine might make me the better person here. I am happy to share but you are NOT going to fucking rob me. I need this shit!"
"Yeah? You don't need it if you are dead" the weak one said, lifting his gin and the sound of the shot galvanized Ianto into action, leaping at the man without a second thought, eve as Jack cried out and spun from the impact of the bullet.
"FUCK!" the other man cried, trying to shoot one of the dogs but Myfanwy was not having it, tearing that arm off first as Ianto increased in size and anger, mauling the man who had shot Jack. Hamish joining her to pull the gun away.
"ENOUGH!" Greggor yelled, silencing everyone. Well… apart from the man dying in the dirt as he bled out.
"Anyone else in that SUV?" Jack groaned as he sat up and checked his shoulder "Fuck, that hurts."
Ianto stood over the man he had attacked, his eyes wide as he looked down at him "Jack…he's sick. Smells… smells like my dream. Shit… I think I just infected myself. We are hot."
"OK… go home. Don't wait for us, Hamish, you and Myf… run for home now. Run for the quarantine area GO!" Jack yelled, limping to the SUV, "I will … fuck… can't…."
"I will drive you and Hamish will follow with the horses and the gear" Greggor said as he pushed Jack towards the SUV "you two need to get to that medic of yours, you need to follow Ianto and be calm as he is checked over and you need to make sure the others don't panic. Go… they will see the blood. Hamish only touched the gun, he might be OK."
Jack got into the SUV and leaned back in the passenger seat as Greggor turned the key and drove off after the dogs that they knew they could not catch to save themselves, the huge monsters practically flying as they headed for home to alert Owen that Jack was incoming.
Ianto's only thought was for him. That bullet. If he was infected, he was infected. Jack though… he was SHOT. Ianto felt a strange fear as he now knew that if he lost this man he would loose a potential mate that was more than he thought he might ever have.
Running through the creek bed, splashing the blood off as Myfanwy argued with him, Ianto hid the fact he had just been infected.
Jack came first.