13

Ianto sat in the bed feeling like a bloody invalid, all over again.

"But I feel fine now!" he argued as Jack tucked him in more and took his robe to where he couldn't reach it.

He couldn't believe Jack had taken his clothes off him and placed him in one of the spare rooms where he had no hope of finding something to wear.

Jack had effectively imprisoned him in his own home.

Ianto was fuming, with Owen for doing the test without his consent, with Jack for overreacting and for himself or not recognizing what were blaringly obvious symptoms.

He could hear raised voices and knew Connor and Bets were both speaking their minds as Jack refused to let them in, growing louder as they got closer and the thump against the door told him that John had waded in.

The door opened and Connor stormed in as John propelled Jack in, shaking him as he tried to control the struggling.

"Cut it out!" John roared, "Look at him! He's not a fucking death's door, he is not in danger. Look at him ya fucking idiot. You can't wrap him in bloody bubble wrap!"

"Well anything would be nice" Ianto muttered sullenly.

"Oh my god, are you naked in there?" Connor asked with shock.

"Yeah. Wanna look? My husband has had his last good one!" Ianto snarled as he flung back the covers and walked defiantly back to his bedroom in his all togethers.

"Taddy Nakes!" Ton yelled in the hallway, pulling at his own clothes to show solidarity and John started to laugh as he watched Jack's face redden with rage.

"Christ Toto, you sure are more than just a handfull" John chortled as he enjoyed watching Jack responding with silent snarls.

Ton had managed to get down to his nappy and was running to Ianto to show him, "Tada, Nakes!"

"Oh wow, you sure are" Ianto crooned, kneeling now he had a robe on and lifting the little boy up for kisses and cuddles.

"Ianto, you need to take it easy" Jack complained.

"Jack, if my sugar levels are high I need to burn it off, not sit and let it build" Ianto answered, "I can go for a walk around the village and sweat it out for godsake. If my kidneys need a bit of help then fluids and light exercise will do me more good than bed rest any day! I've not been jogging in weeks, obviously it was helping mask the problem."

Jack looked to Owen who shrugged, "He's right mate. Diet and good exercise might be all he needs to correct the balance. This is not a bloody death sentence ya know."

"But …but a coma …. " Jack was stuttering and Ianto handed the baby to John as he stepped over to pull Jack into his arms.

"I'm OK" he soothed as he felt Jack shaking, "I'm fine darling. This is not serious; it's just something we will adjust to, like my glasses. Yeah?"

Jack started to cry as he clung to him, burying his face in Ianto's hair as he begged him to be fine, to take things easy and to stay forever.

"I love you too Cariad" Ianto sighed, "More than chocolate."

Jack laughed softly as he leaned back a bit and Ianto kissed his tear covered face.

"I know it's a shock, most bad things are" Ianto laughed softly as he squeezed Jack around the waist, "It's OK. I will monitor my levels, we can take about it, we can check the diets and I will even let you check my pockets for hidden sweets."

Jack started to laugh as he sniffed and wiped at his face.

"Jack, we knew there might be a trade off with the treatment, we accepted the possibility of secondary complications." Ianto soothed, "My kidneys have taken a hit, we will deal with it. I am here. I am still here. Christ, if I have to get my limbs removed to survive I will gladly hold them out because I will not leave you. I will do whatever I can to stay here, OK?"

Jack knew he had overreacted and he nodded as he pulled Ianto in close again.

Still needing him.

Forever.