So you wanted another chap but this isn't going to help you much... I am feeling particularly evil at the moment with the below zero temps here where I live

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Ianto's ears were ringing. He tried to focus as he felt the weight of something heavy across his chest and stomach. BLOB! Ianto grunted as he pushed and felt something pliant. His hand sinking into…OWEN!

"Owen!" Ianto croaked and he felt the body shift. "Owen… are you OK?"

"Yeah, I can't see properly… blood… shit my head is bleeding like a stuck pig. God I hate scalp lacs."

"Owen."

"I'm OK jus t a little … fuck. Ianto, are you OK?"

"I don't know. I'm a bit muddled." Ianto admitted as he tried to push himself up and offend he couldn't. He was in a weird position "Owen… I'm stuck."

"Hang on" Owen puffed and Ianto snorted.

"I don't think I am going anywhere mate" Ianto replied gently as he felt hands sliding around his body.

The vehicle was on its side, both of them against the door and Ianto could see the other side crimpled down like they had been hit hard that side. The light was dim and Ianto struggled to see the front seat, his thoughts now for his driver.

"Ianto… are you bleeding?" Owen asked, his hands sliding around Ianto's lower back where he could feel moisture. Oh god, he's hurt. "Ianto? Can you feel my hands?"

"Yes… yes I can" Ianto replied, then grunted "Shit… I think I pissed myself. Shit… I don't believe this… I've piss…. Owen? Ah… I feel weird."

Owen stopped monkeying around him to pause and look into Ianto's face "tell me what you feel."

"Where your hand is now… it sort of… helps. Like… it hurts there and when you press it eases a bit" Ianto gritted his teeth then frowned "I am not hurt… if not… is it your blood on your hands?"

Owen had pulled his other hand out to push himself up as he listened and he looked at his hand that was covered in bright red blood, pulling back the other one to find the same. "Ianto… do you remember pissing yourself?"

"No… but the wetness around my crotch means I did right?"

Owen stared at his hands, then cursed softly as he started to pull at Ianto's clothing and finally Ianto remembered what his first thought had been. Blob.

"Owen… am I bleeding… I mean… is it the Blobby?" Ianto asked softly.

Owen had his hands inside his trousers and it felt to weird, so embarrassingly foreign but Ianto concentrated to what Owen's face in the half-light as he examined him. "Fuck."

OK, time to panic now. Ianto took a deep breath, and then looked up as he tried to listen to the sounds outside the car. His baby was in danger, something was wrong and Owen's silence was unnerving as he struggled to free Ianto from the weird way he was laying.

Ianto knows this car. Jack had gushed so much shown Ianto so many diagrams and manuals as he tried to convince Ianto to try it for his motion sickness and it was a simply matter for him to reach over Owen's head for the headrest of the front passenger seat not easily obtainable with the car crushed in like this, the sound of Velcro ripping making Owen turn to watch the gun emerge in Ianto's hand and it swing slowly towards the far window, the retort loud as Ianto calmly shot the masked head poking into it.

The gunfire zinging around the vehicle did not penetrate it. A tank remember? Apparently one that did not fare well when two more tanks hit it, the white van clearly an armored car too and there must have been another, right? A black one? Right? The faint yelling and abuse was familiar and Ianto knew at least two voices were from the motorbike security that had been ghosting the car, two. Oh god… were the other two down? Ianto now knew his driver was dead, likely the bodyguard who had been in the front seat too.

Thank god Jack had taken Malcolm with him today. God, Ianto felt terrible as he thought of that, wishing the poor man in the front deader than his husband's brother but there ya go. Ianto felt the weight of the gun in his hand and felt the better for it.

"Ianto… you are bleeding … from inside. I think it's the baby, you are bleeding from your womb" Owen said softly.

"Then get me out of here" Ianto groaned, struggling to his hands and knees, feeling physically ill as Owen moved to let him breathe, listening as more gunfire echoed around the wreckage.

All of them coming towards them from the left… all of the reposes from the right… OK. Ianto picked up the rear-view mirror that had come through car to land with Ianto in the hole. He lifted it to check and was proven right as he saw the motorcycle on its side with a body nearby. He felt so angry as he turned the mirror to see those firing from the right.

Masked.

He then turned the mirror to see those trying to fire back, his security forces... three motorcyclists. Ianto felt some relief that only one of the men had fallen, the other three joined by police as they tried to force the attackers back from the Royal Car.

Ianto looked at Owen and said softly "This is going to get loud in here."

"Again?" Owen groaned then he nodded as he placed his fingers in his ears and Ianto tried to remember his training, Jack taking hours on the gun range with glee as Ianto reluctantly joined in, if only to be close to him.

Breathe in. Breathe out and squeeeeeeeeze.

Ianto hit the first one in the head, the body flying back as the others stopped to look over at the car with shock. This pause giving security a chance to surge forward and Ianto felt someone slam into the side of the vehicle before the shooting started again, this time hitting the car once more.

"SIRE!"

"ALIVE" Ianto yelled back .

"BABY IN DANGER!" Owen yelled too "GET US OUT OF HERE!"

"Sir!" came a clipped reply then the world seemed to explode with gunfire aa the security rose to give their lives if need be now they knew their king was still alive.

Ianto covered his head as Owen clung to him and they waited for the shooting to stop.

Ianto now felt the blood running down his legs and knew his baby was not going to make it if they didn't get out of this.

Ianto could only pray that the gods still showed favor.