Chapter 2! I know it's short but there's more coming. Enjoy!
Jack crashed out of the alley, followed by Gwen and Owen. His heart dropped when he heard a scream that unmistakably came from Ianto. As he skidded around the corner and towards the pier, he could see Ianto hurtling into the ocean with about four weevil's following in suit.
"Ianto!" He shouted, aiming his gun and firing at the remaining five weevil's on the pier, each one of them falling with a thump. He ran like hell toward the end of the pier, already working his coat off to dive in. Owen and Gwen were too far behind to stop him as he jumped into the darkened water with a large splash.
Jack swam down, unable to see much, his hands desperately searching for any human limb he could find. He felt a sudden stinging on his side and turned in the water to kick at the weevil that had clawed at him. His lungs were already starting to yearn for air but he continued down until finally, he felt what resembled a human face. Desperately, he pulled at it, finding a torso and yanked. The body became much lighter then, as if he'd pulled it out from under something, probably the weevil, and he began dragging the body up, finally breaking the surface and taking a gasping breath. But he didn't hear any noise from Ianto, who was held limp beside him.
He tugged Ianto to the edge of the pier and Owen and Gwen helped hoist him up.
"He's not breathing." Owen stated urgently, immediately noticing the blood seeping through Ianto's sleeve and down half of his face.
Jack didn't hesitate to push Gwen away and pressing his mouth over Ianto's, trying to inflate the younger man's lungs. Owen moved into position to start heart compressions. Gwen was forced off to the side, watching in terror. After what seemed like several long moments, Ianto came gasping to life again, hacking up the salt water onto the wooden pier beneath him. Jack sat back, looking extremely relieved, running a hand through his hair.
When his breath was caught, Ianto groaned, shivering violently. Concerned, Jack took his greatcoat, which was still thrown aside of the pier, and wrapping it around Ianto's shoulders.
"Shh, Yan. It's alright now." He said in quiet reassurance.
"Let's get him back to the hub. He's got wounds and we don't want hypothermia to set in." Owen said, standing now, looking down at the two men.
Jack nodded in agreement and scooped Ianto into his arms, who didn't protest like he usually would, thankful for the bit of warmth Jack provided him, even through the pairs soaked clothing. Gwen hurried first to open the door of the SUV, allowing Jack to set Ianto down in one of the seats. Owen climbed in next to his patient. Gwen sat in the passenger seat and Jack in the drivers, starting the SUV and cranking the heat in it. He began to drive, raising his hand to his ear and speaking to Tosh, who had been frantically asking questions to which no one had replied.
"We've got him, Tosh. He's injured and a tad bit wet. But we've got him." The Captain reported, the relief evident in his voice.
Soon they arrive back at Torchwood. Jack didn't carry Ianto this time due to protests and only helped Owen bring him into the hub and down to the medical bay. Owen got to work, frustrated at Jack's fussing and soon ordered him to wait elsewhere.
Ianto remained still on the table, the coldness of the table mixing sensations with the coldness of his skin. His throat was still burning with the salt water he'd inhaled. Practically his whole body was aching. He kept his eyes closed most of the time. He opened them a couple times, able to see Owen appearing and disappearing as he worked, and Jack was always hovering nearby. Though he became uneasy when Jack had disappeared.
As time dragged on, his lids became heavier and heavier and the pain he felt was beginning to fade. He soon fell into sleep.