Chap 5
"Shit." Ianto moans as he regains consciousness on a cell cot.
"You okay?" John asks softly as he looks down at him from the bars.
"Just swell." Ianto rubs his sore head and looks up blearily. He blinks and notices they are on the wrong side of those bars, "Where's Harkness?"
"He took off out the airlock." John growled angrily, showing his own pain. He fought to protect Ianto's prone form, hand to hand with Harkness who had eventually pushed him back with a bark of humour. John had leered back showing his teeth like a predator recognising another and had insisted on carrying him to the cell as he snarled openly at Harkness. The open display of hostilities between the two men had been so raw Owen had caustically commented that they should both just piss on Ianto and see who stinks prettier for him.
John shrugs and winces "He ran into the clinic. Saw him go in not even two minutes ago."
"Let me guess, he's got your shotgun, right?" Ianto groans as he flops back into the cot.
"Couldn't help it." John smiles, reaching out a hand to help Ianto up, "He was too fast. He's still in there, though. I can see the back door from here."
Ianto sees now that the door is open to the cell and he tries to shake off his lethargy as he is now on command, "All right. You two take the back door. I'm gonna go in the front and flush him out. If he comes at you, shoot to kill."
Ianto nervously stalks through the doors and comes to an examination room. Inside the room a woman sits with a vacant expression on her face as she examines her own fingers like she had never seen them before.
"Hey." Ianto says softly and she looks up as him, then hisses like a cat.
Ianto slowly backs out of the room and walks further down the corridor.
Another hiss is heard and Ianto moves slowly towards it, "Now what?"
A body explodes from the side room and Ianto is slammed into the wall. He pushes his rifle between him and his attacker as teeth gnash near his face. Then the attacker is gone.
Ianto falls to his knees as he shakes and gasps for air. Looking up, he sees Jack wrestling with the large man who has redecorated his face with scratches and sliced skin similar to the woman.
Ianto steps behind the attacker and slams it into the wall, scooping up the rifle Jack had dropped and slamming the butt of it into the mad man's skull with a snarl of his own.
"How the hell did that happen?" Jack laughs as he recognises his gun pointed at him.
"Let's go." Ianto snarls angrily and Jack is the one to place his hands out.
"Wait a minute." He pants.
"Looks like you're coming with me now." Ianto says cockily and Jack looks up sharply at the handsome soldier.
"You see what's going on out there." Jack points behind Ianto at the front doors, "You know I didn't kill nobody."
Jack sees an opportunity and grabs the gun, pulling Ianto against him. For a brief moment their bodies are flush against each other, as Jack pushes him against the wall a heady smell assaults Jack's senses. Gods, he's in season. Oh, wow. A breeder. In service? Wow, Gods he smells like heaven.
Unable to resist a taste, Jack leans on and their lips meet. The moan between them is heady and lustful and they both hear it with shock as they realise they both moaned in unison.
Emboldened, Jack slides a leg between Ianto's and kisses him deeper, sliding a hand between them to cup Ianto's growing crotch. Jack pulls back with surprise at the handful he encounters and Ianto whimpers as the suction is lost.
With a growl, Jack reattached their lips and lets his tongue explore the tasty morsel. They grind against each other as they pant and moan, Jack is lost in sensation as Ianto bites his neck with a snarl.
Too soon, he is over the cliff and falling into the abys as he jizzes his pants.
Jack slowly comes back to himself to find the gun nozzle once more in his face and Ianto standing as unruffled as ever, "I said move it."
"I ain't going nowhere." Jack snorts, "I just saved your life. You should let me go."
"And I saved yours." Ianto scoffs back, "Looks like we're even. Now move it!"
"Let me ask you something, Jack." Ianto talks as they walk back across the short distance to the Jail house, "You're so innocent, how come we found all that stolen flash on you?"
"I didn't say I was innocent." Jack laughs. "I said I didn't kill nobody."
"Let's say I believe you." Ianto stops walking and they stand in no-man's land between the doors, "What exactly happened at K-305?"
"I don't know. I was just changing trains from Camp Sinai." Jack stands with his usual hands on hips as he talks and Ianto wonders if he even knows how fucking sexy he is, "Had a little time to get me something to eat. So I went into the station."
Jack tells Ianto how he wandered in and found the bodies hung, drained and skinned. Their heads missing. Ianto thinks if the RecFac as told by John and finds similarities. "It was just lying there, so you took it."
"You would have done the same thing." Jack shrugs.
"See, that's where you're wrong." Ianto frowns back as he adjusts the grip on the rifle, "I'm a cop, not a crook."
"It's a thin line between a cop and a crook these days." Jack laughs, leaning back. Cocky bastard, Ianto thinks as Jack continues, "You think it's a big difference between you and me?"
"You just got the Man behind your bullshit." Jack's smile fades as he becomes serious, "Look at you. You look high right now. You know I saved your life out there. So why don't you save mine, and let me out of here?"
"Look," Ianto sighs with an eye roll that boils Jack's blood with its sexiness, "my job is to bring you back to Base to stand trial. I don't think you did it. But that's not my call. So let's not make this any more complicated than it has to be."
"It's gonna be real complicated." Jack sighs as he face palms, "Believe that shit. I ain't going back."
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"So you secured your prisoner. Where was your commanding officer during this time?" the panel ask.
"I can only report what Sergeant Hart told me later." Ianto answers, he looks tired now but struggles to maintain a calm façade. "After the man in the rover committed suicide, John went looking for the commander."
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"Let's get the hell out of this place." Ianto finally agrees, "There's nothing we can do for this guy. You're right. Okay, let's go."
Ianto heads back towards the Jail house as John nervously tries to find Lisa's trail.
"Commander Hallett!" John yells as he stalks through the swirling dust, straining to see anything in the black.
John sees a woman running, she is carrying something that swings from a fist as it bangs against her hip. John chases her at a distance and she runs up an embankment.
Crawling to the top, John sees several things.
One – The thing that was being carried had been stuck on a pike with others placed around it.
Two – ewwww, they are heads.
Three – there is a party going on in the pit below.
John crawls to the edge and watches as they gyrate to strange music they create by banging weapons together as they chant in a strange language he's not heard before. There are hundreds of the weird fuckers. All self-mutilated and ugly as all fuck!
John slides back down the grade and looks closer at the pike tops. Fuck!
Pride of place is Lisa's decapitated head. Her eyes are rolled back and a grimace shows she didn't die well.
"Lieutenant." John barks in his comms, "We got a situation here."
"Sergeant, you're breaking up." Ianto faintly answers, "I can hardly hear you."
"The commander's dead." John reports and Ianto rears back from the comms, looking around with confusion.
"Everybody in the mine's gone insane." John reports then static overrides his talking.
"John, can you read?
"Hart!"
Ianto looks at Owen and Tosh as they all listen to … nothing. The radio had died.