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Ianto was in shock.
He knew he was as he did not feel anything in his extremities even as his chest was so tight that he could barely breathe. He stood in the main foyer of Rose Cottage and looked around at what he had entered to and turned to find Jack behind him in a similar state of horror.
Ianto fought his way around him out into the parking area in the front yard and sank to his knees, gasping for air like it had been a poisonous gas in there or something. Inside the roaring had started and Ianto knew those inside were not only surprised by the retune of the parental units, but also horrified to be caught with their pants down… or plants tipped over… of gorgeous wooden flooring scratched to buggery by something that had been dragged over it… and let's not even go near the stairs that had something tipped down the first level steps that looked like milkshake or vomit or something.
"It was just for one day, god it would be today when you came back" Curtis was talking and Ianto became vaguely aware of his voice as he took another deep breath and Curtis said "I had a sick child and I trusted John to care for the place. I mean… he's been so mellow as of late… it never occurred to me that he would go full Hart Retard in just one day."
"My floors" Ianto croaked out.
"One of the kids sat in the arm chair and he pushed it like it was some sort of carnival ride. I don't think he even noticed the marks on the floor until I came back and started going off. The music was so loud ya see…" Curtis stopped talking as he dug the hole deeper and Ianto staggered to his feet and turned to face him. This was a face Curtis knew. This was Walter's 'End OF Discussion' face when the next step was to throw something out a window.
"I am so sorry" Sam was there now as well "I heard Curtis yelling and came over, I would have minded the place but I was having a nap and… oh god. Taddy? You've gone so pale."
"All the blood is rushing to my feet" Ianto said dreamily "Get Jack. Go… get Jack. My blood pressure is tanking… I … I think…."
Ianto sat heavily on the ground and grunted as his teeth snapped shut on impact, grateful that his teeth did not find a tongue in the way. Then Jack was there talking softly as he helped him to his feet and into the mess, "Come on love. Up to bed. I mean it… if Owen is not here in the next five minutes I shoot someone for fucksake… honey, it's OK. We can fix this. Just focus on me. I love you, it's OK. Fuck. He's starting to lag."
Ianto was so embarrassed, so bloody embarrassed as he felt his legs start to go beneath him and Jack hefted him into his arms to carry him the rest of the way to the elevator while still demanding Owen.
"Oh no" Imp said in a small voice as he saw his father's meltdown.
"I think you broke him" Hawk agreed, then looked down at his feet and experimented with the crunchiness underfoot. "Cheerios?"
