Just a little something while you await the sequel to Let Me Save You. (Which, by the way, I am about 3/4 Chapters into. I have a loose plot, I'm just figuring out the journey.)
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What a night.
An errant weevil had sent Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones running around Cardiff city centre at 1 o'clock in the morning, and now possible rift activity meant that Jack was upstairs trawling through the computer systems whilst Ianto was left heaving the dead weight of a stunned weevil into a cell. He cursed in Welsh as he turned towards the door, but was taken by surprise when he was knocked clean off his feet and slid across the damp ground.
The weevil was awake.
It launched itself onto Ianto; he felt his clothing tear as its claws reached skin and pain shot through his arm. He wrestled against it, annoyed at his own stupidity of turning his back on the creature when suddenly a gunshot echoed off the brick walls.
As abruptly as the attack had begun, it ended. Jack heaved the now dead weevil from off Ianto who was breathing hard and clutching his arm.
"Your… timing… is impeccable… Sir!" He breathed, glancing up at the tall American.
"If only I had been a moment sooner," Jack stared at the blood seeping through Ianto's clothing as he reached out to pull the younger man to his feet. "Let's get you fixed up."
"I'm sure it's nothing," Ianto babbled, "Just a scratch. I can manage…"
"No arguments," Jack growled, leading the way towards the autopsy room. "I'll assess the damage but if we need Owen I'll be waking him up."
Ianto sat on the cold metal surface of the autopsy table as Jack hunted for medical supplies and muttering under his breath about Owen Harper and his lack of clear organisation skills.
"I'm sure Owens systems work for Owen," Ianto muttered quietly, closing his eyes as a wave of dizziness came over him.
"Yeah well, it could do with being a bit more obvious for times like these… hey!" Jack caught Ianto as he slipped off the table, his face as white as a sheet and eyes closed. "Ianto! Open your eyes."
Jack gently brushed a strand of hair away from Ianto's forehead as he came round, blinking up at Jack in confusion.
"Hello," He said, clutching Jack with his good arm.
"Hi there," Jack grinned softly at the man now in his arms. "You scared me for a moment. Are you ok?"
"Dizzy…" Ianto muttered.
"Yeah, I think you're in shock. Let's get that arm sorted." Jack eased Ianto into a sitting position on the floor and made short work of removing the younger man's jacket and shirt.
"Undressing me already Sir?" Ianto murmured, eyes closed again, "And you haven't even bought me a drink…"
"Very funny," Jack chuckled, reaching for gauze and beginning to gently clean the wound in Ianto's arm. "This isn't too deep, you probably won't even need stitches. I'll get it cleaned and dressed, then Owen can take a proper look in the morning."
"Wana get to… bed…" Ianto sighed.
"Easy Tiger," Jack joked. "I prefer you conscious if it's all the same to you."
"Nooo," Ianto opened his eyes and tried to push Jack away. "I mean I want to go to bed, I'm tired."
"You can stay here tonight," Jack began wrapping a clean bandage around Ianto's arm. "I want to keep an eye on you. I don't want you passing out on me again."
Ianto closed his eyes and sat back as he allowed Jack to finish working on his arm. He was struck by how gentle he was, how delicate and caring his touch felt; his fingers when he brushed against his skin…
"All done, are you ok?" Jack asked his voice full of concern.
"Stings," Ianto replied, without opening his eyes.
"Here, take these,"
Ianto blinked at the pills Jack was holding out to him with a glass of water. Funny, he hadn't noticed him pour any…
"The painkillers should take the edge off," Jack announced, getting to his feet. He took the empty glass from Ianto before taking him by the good arm and helping him slowly to his feet. Ianto swayed for a second, and clutched again at Jack.
"Woah, I've got you," Jack's voice was soft and comforting. He held tightly to Ianto's waist, waiting for the man to steady himself.
"Sorry Jack," Ianto muttered through the fog that seemed to be his brain.
"Hey," Jack gently placed his hand under Ianto's chin and tilted his head back slowly to look into his eyes. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. If either of us should be apologising it should be me; I should have been giving you a hand down there."
Slowly, carefully, the two men somehow made it down the steps to Jacks bunker without further injury or fainting. Jack gently undressed Ianto again before tucking him up on the small bed they had shared more than a few times.
"Thanks Jack," Ianto muttered quietly. "Comfy."
"Good," Jack replied, gently taking one of Ianto's hands in his. "You have a bit more colour in your cheeks too, so just sleep. I'll be here if you need anything."
"I don't know…" Ianto sighed.
"You don't know…?" Jack prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know if weevils drink coffee…"
"I think the pain killers are kicking in," Jack chuckled, squeezing Ianto's good hand. "Sleep it off."
Ianto gave another small contented sigh before falling into a dreamless and restful sleep, while Jack settled himself against the wall, Ianto's hand still in his own. He let out a sigh himself.
"What a night."