I am sososo sorry for the late update. BUT here it is. The final chapter. I hope you enjoy! ~

Ianto woke slowly, regaining feeling again as his consciousness returned. He could feel a dull ache in his arm and on the side of his head. The worst was a throbbing pain in his neck. But there was another feeling too. He couldn't place it for a moment but then realized, it was a hand gently stroking his hair in a comforting gesture, whether to him or the owner of the hand, he didn't know. Maybe it was both.

His eyes cracked open finally, only to squeeze shut again at the bright white lights blazing down at him. Subconsciously he let out a small moan. It was met with a familiar voice.

"Shh, Yan. It's alright. You're safe now." The hand was replaced with a soft pair of lips on his forehead that remained there for only a few seconds.

"Jack..?" He murmured, finding his throat was raw and it burned when he spoke.

"Yeah, I'm here." He whispered, his hand coming back to this time, stroke Ianto's cheek. "Do you want me to dim the lights?"

This time, Ianto tried nodding but let out an ever louder moan than before. His neck felt like it had been ripped in two.

"Don't move. I'll be right back." Jack told him and then his hand disappeared from Ianto's skin and he could hear footsteps bounding up the metal stairs. He knew where they were. The autopsy bay in the hub. In that case, where was Owen?

"Owen?" He asked in a barely audible whisper. But he received no reply. Instead, he heard Jack's footsteps decending the stairs again.

"Owen's not here, Yan. I sent them all home."

"Oh." Was all Ianto said, trying to open his eyes again, still finding it a bit bright at first, but he blinked several times until his eyes adjusted.

Jack was looking down at him and smiled softly when Ianto's blue eyes fixed on his.

"What happened? Why does my neck hurt?" Ianto whispered, his face creasing in confusion.

"You gave me the biggest scare I've have in years." Jack said quietly.

Ianto cracked a weary smile, causing Jack's lips to turn up too.

"Seriously though… What happened…?"

"We were hunting down a large group of weevils…" Jack started with a sigh. "We all split up. And you were the one who ended up finding the nest. The chased you back to the pier and one took a nasty bite right out of your neck and you got clawed on the arm. Lost a lot of blood. Anyway, we arrived back here and Owen worked on you. We had to tie you down…" His voice became quieter and he looked away.

"Why?" Ianto frowned, starting to reach his hand up to comfort Jack but the pain that coursed through it and his neck stilled him.

"You'd gone into shock." He frowned, biting his lip. "When you woke back up, you were in shock. Screaming. Not necessarily fighting, but moving around too much. The bleeding started back up too. So we had to hold you down while Owen worked. Any longer and you would be dead." He seemed to hesitate on the word, then sighed. "But you're not, so nothing to worry about."

"Sorry…" Ianto murmured, watching the emotions on Jack's face.

Jack took a deep inhale and brought his hand to Ianto's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "No, you've nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry we couldn't get to you in time. I almost lost you." He choked up a bit and Ianto's eyes softened, along with his face.

"Don't be putting the blame on yourself, Jack." He shifted slightly, then decided to change the subject. "Can I get off this table now? It's cold and it's a bit odd being in the autopsy bay…"

Jack smiled. "Sure. Owen told me not to move you but I can't leave you cold, now can I? The couch is closest so I suppose that would be the best."

Jack carefully picked Ianto up, who would have protested if it weren't for his condition, and carried him up the stairs and to the ragged old couch. Instead of setting him down though, Jack sat down himself, holding Ianto in his lap.

"Jack, what r' you doin'?" Ianto mumbled, his words slurred as a wave of sleepiness beginning to drown him.

"Keeping you warm." Jack whispered to him with a smile, reaching over and pulling the spare blanket to them and covered Ianto with it. "Sleep, Yan. I'll be here when you wake up. That is, if Owen doesn't come it too early." He joked.

Ianto only smiled sleepily, his head already lolling to the side against Jack's shoulder, his forehead pressed comfortably into the crook of his neck.

"Sweet dreams, Yan." Jack grinned and placed a kiss on Ianto's forehead just before he fell asleep.

I hope you liked it! Please review and if you've found anything wrong, constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks for reading!

I will be posting a new Janto fic soon called Ransom, which I hope will continue. I plan to make an update day every week.