Well so apparently graduating didn't leave me with the time I thought it might. For those of you still bearing with me, here is Chapter 24, dedicated to everyone still reading :-) This one is very short, for which I apologise, I just kinda needed to get back into it :-)

Quick summary as to where we are: Jack has been badly injured by weevil, Martha and Mickey are rushing him back to the hub. Gwen and Ianto have unpacked the hub, and are having coffee when Gwen tells him about Rhiannon phoning last night.

Authors note: If you're reading this while this note is still here, then I haven't proof checked it yet, so if you'd prefer the checked version best to wait until Monday!

Neither of them said a word, too lost in their own thoughts to be actively angry. The sound of screeching tyres on the concrete outside broke both their thoughts. There was a slam of a car door and the patter of running. The large metal hub door rattled as the smaller passenger entrance flew open and a rush of cold air swept in. The patter of feet retreated. Gwen looked at Ianto, previous grievance put aside as curiousity got the better of them.

Martha sprung out the passenger seat barely pausing for the door to swing back on its hinge. In a flash she had the back door open and was checking Jack's pulse. Still there. Phew.

"Jack?" she asked, searching his face.

"Ergh." he groaned as he rolled back slighty to look at her.

"Good, still here, you hold in there Jack." She leant over and opened the other back door. "MICKEY!" She belowed.

"Ready!" he annouced appearing as if by magic in the doorway.

Martha smiled, "give us a hand then!"

Together they dragged Jack along the seat until he was sitting upright on the edge of the seats with his legs dangling out the door.

"On three" said Martha. "One, two, three."

"Argh." Moaned Jack.

Ianto and Gwen were half way across the hub when they heard the voices and Jack's moan. Ianto was running before Gwen had time to process the information from her ears. He came to an abrupt halt at the doorway as the trio entered. He opened his mouth, but the blood seeping through the wedge of papertowels Martha was pressing into Jack's neck left him in too much shock to say anything at all and he closed it again.

Martha took one look at Ianto's expression and returned her mind to the task in hand, medical attention for Jack first. Explanations later. She and Mickey hurried towards the new med bay; she was delighted to see that it was now set up and full equipped. Opening one of the cupboards she was delighted to find a fully stock pharmacy and in another a whole selections of fluids, bandages and other consumables. She must remember to thank Ianto for these another time.

Martha worked quickly and with great skill, instructing Mickey to pass her this or that, adminstering pain relief anaesthesitising the affect area and flushing the wound. As he began to loose feeling in his neck, Jack found he has about enough consiousness left to take in his surroundings. He was, he concluded, back at the hub in the med bay, and it was impressive, things where coming together. Ianto's hand no doubt responsible for a lot of it. Ianto, he thought, scanning the room he spotted his Welshman sat on the line of benches that had been thoughtfully placed along a spare internal wall. A sudden cold sensation swarmed his neck and became aware of water seeping on to chest, he squirmed.

"Jack!" Martha scoulded, "keep still."

"What happened?" Ianto asked, his voice even and steady, measured you might say, he directed his question at Martha.

"Our weevil capture wasn't quite as smooth as it could have been." She answered while taking a swab of the flushed wound, "he'll be ok, most of his reaction is shock, I think its been sometime since he had to deal with being wounded properly."

Ianto closed his eyes and thanked someone or something or whatever it was he ought to be thanking that Jack was OK. His face relaxed a little and he looked across at Jack.

Jack hadn't taken his eyes from Ianto since he'd managed to locate him, "I'm sorry." he whispered, looking a little sheepish, before squirming as Martha plastered honey across the wounds and covered them with a dressing.

Ianto knelt down and took both Jack's hands in his, he kissed his forehead lightly and then his hands. "I think we should talk about this later," he said softly, "you get some rest, Gwen and I will deal with the Weevil, then I'll make us all some coffee."