IStalkMyFandoms: you're not rude. Thanks.
I love Janto: first Torchwood, then the world. A snarky Owen is the real Owen.
Warning for people who have drowned. I don't know if I did much of a job describing or if that's actually a trigger for people but here's a warning anyway. Sorry for spoiling part of the story.
"Jack," Ianto said groggily. It took him a while but he remembered falling though the ice. He remembered the panic as he thrashed in the water, trying desperately to swim back up. The lack of air burning his lungs, the coldness and peaceful feeling that came when his body finally gave up and he blacked out.
But he couldn't recall how he got here, laying covered in sheets near a fire with Jack naked and curled around him. He was naked too and the realization made Ianto's cheeks redden.
"I fished you out of the lake, took you back to the lodge and I've been warming you up for a while now," Jack said, answering Ianto's questions without Ianto having to ask any.
"Did-"
"Everything is fine. Although the team is worried. Maybe we should go tell them your okay."
Ianto snuggled up to Jack. His lover's warmth and familiar scent was comforting. "Yeah, we should." But they fell asleep instead.