18
Mort was breathing and as comfortable as Owen could make him, the heart attack successfully defended against. Owen was shattered as he knelt by the man on the stretcher, checking his vitals one more time.
They were outside the doors of the East Dome and Ianto checked one more time to make sure the medical crew were outside the Dome, then gave a nod, all of hem pulling down masks before they opened the door and shoved Mort into the Dome, resealing the door straight away. Donna crying softly as she said her goodbyes to her boss.
"He will be fine sweetie, you know you could have gone with him" Jack said as he tried to comfort her "No harm, no foul."
"No. No, he wants me to finish this, after the anger and betrayal thing went away he was starting to enjoy this. He was. No, I will finish this for Mort" she sniffled with a weak smile.
They watched on the screen as medics rushed through the Dome to remove the man and take him to the still open portal. Ianto sighed and turned away "Right. Come on. Contamination protocols, like this was a real gig."
"Like it was a real gig" Jack repeated softly to himself and as they all stood in the main shower block undressing… yes Donna too but they let her have a screen… Jack looked over at Ianto's jerky movement that showed extreme anger. "Ianto? What was all that?"
"A … I don't know. Warning? Fuck you? Maybe they really wanted ratings or thought it would be cool… great for the viewers… who knows. All I know for sure is that the entire thing was staged. The gun was not real and those men were fucking actors. I recognised Simon from a shaving commercial."
"That's right! Fuck, I know he looked familiar. Yes, the one where his refection talks back" Owen said with sudden clarity "Those fuckers. This was a play? A fucking simulation? They almost killed the man!"
"Yeah, seems like they are not the only ones capable of going off script eh?" Ianto snorted.
"Hey! That was not fucking funny!" Owen roared, suddenly striding over to seize Ianto's arm "are there any more tricks to come? Huh? Come on… what else have your bosses got in store for us! Will they keep pushing until one of us IS dead? Or is that the plan... great TV, right?"
"Owen. Let me go" Ianto's voce was icy calm but his eyes were… Owen released his arm and stepped back.
"You …did didn't know?"
"Of course I didn't know. For fucksake, you think I orchestrated this? Fuck off. This was one of THEIR ideas. You know a truck could not breach the Dome… why try it? For the shock factor. Come on… would I do that? When you know full well I already tested the Dome integrity with a vehicle?" Ianto was yelling now, totally scandalized by the accusation that he had set this all up, that he might be the puppet master. "Fuck you!"
"Well it is a bit convenient" Owen folded his arms.
Ianto threw down the towel he had been using to dry himself and stood there in all his naked glory, and I mean… phwwwoooorr…. Glory hallelujah. Jack was transfixed. "You know what Owen? I say again with all love and affection … Fuck you."
"Not with that thing… I know where it's been!" Owen countered with a grin.
Ianto tined away without answering and Owen's smile slid slightly as he saw the hurt in Ianto's face. Owen felt a bit silly now as he had gone too far "Ianto… that was not a dig about her ya know I …"
"Psyche" Ianto said as he swung back with a wide grin and a large lovely dick swinging around to slap against his thigh.
"Well, I don't know about Owen but I am definitely getting excited and slightly psychotic looking at that" Jack winked.
"I don't know" Donna said as she stood at the side of the screen with a towel, still drying her hair "I kinda think it's definitely worth above average excitement!"
Ianto blinked as he tried to comprehend her comment and then his brain caught up and he yelped, throwing his hands over his sizable junk as Owen started to bray with laughter.
"Christ on a Harley!" Ianto splattered as he rushed to get undies on, his arse on display as he bent over to hook over his feet and Donna winked at Jack who reached out to smack a pert arse cheek.
"Stop that!" came the snapped reply, wobbling a little at the end with amusement.
Things were OK in Paradise.
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"So this was a wind up?" Andy asked as he stood with a hand on Rhys's shoulder in a way that seemed to rankle Gwen no end.
"I think it was handled well by all concerned" Gwen said with a sniff of authority "And I will report that we are all un-phased by this. I am glad I thought to have the knife at hand, in case it was needed."
"knife? You have a knife?" Jack asked with surprise "I never saw it."
Gwen drew a butter knife out of her pocket "I hid it, in case one of them tried to rape me or something."
"Oh Forfucksake, what were you gonna do? Butter them to death?" Ianto muttered as he stalked off and for the second time that day Jack found himself in hysterics as he tried to talk.
She literally brought a knife to a gun fight.
Oh my god!