Title: Heal

Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Mentions Owen Harper

Warnings: Fluff I hope.

Summary: Ianto and Jack go Weevil hunting.

Author Notes: Set for the 100 word prompts I received from Sushi Chi. Seriously, you should thank her for Silence, Chicken Pox, the Alphabet challenge and this challenge 'cause she's the one who sends me the prompts and stuff

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Torchwood 'cause then I'd be all like "Hey, back off, Ianto belongs to me!" but I don't.

"Just a little further Ianto." Jack pulled the Welshman into the tourist office, moving to press the button on the other side of the desk.

"I'm fine Jack."

The wall moved and Jack went to help Ianto but the younger man moved away, walking himself through the walkway. Ianto waited for a moment as the alarm sounded and the cog door rolled open before continuing into the main hub. The area was empty as everyone had left hours ago.

"To the-"

"Autopsy bay," Ianto interrupted, "I know Jack."

Jack followed behind Ianto closely.

"I'm fine Jack!"

"You're losing blood."

"It's not that bad." Ianto assured, nearly falling over.

Jack's arms came around Ianto's shoulders to stop him from hitting the floor, "Are you sure?"

"I only tripped!"

"You and I both know how much damage a weevil can do." Jack moved Ianto to the bay, "Sit."

"Yes, sir."

Jack peeled off Ianto's suit jacket carefully, grimacing as he heard the winces of pain from the younger man.

"You know I'm going to have to take your shirt off, right?"

"Any excuse." Ianto sighed.

Jack chuckled as he undid Ianto's buttons, "You love it."

"Lucky for you."

"You ready for this?"

"Just get on with it." Ianto murmured through clenched teeth.

Jack pulled the Welshman's sleeves off even more carefully than the jacket. It didn't stop Ianto from groaning in pain and the older man moved as fast as he could while trying to be careful. As he got the shirt off, he tossed it over with the jacket.

"Let me look Ianto."

"It should be okay."

"Let me look." Jack said sternly.

Ianto rolled his eyes, moving his arms out of the way so that Jack could look him over.

"Yan you have a bad gash on your stomach. Your arms aren't so bad but this…"

"I will be okay."

"No Yan, you won't. I'm going to call Owen."

"No!" Ianto quickly gripped Jack's hand to stop him from moving away, "You don't need to call Owen in."

"Ianto, you're pale."

"It'll heal."

"You're not me. If you don't get someone to look at it, you'll die and I won't let that happen."

"So you look at it."

"Why don't you want me to call Owen?" Jack asked curiously.

"Just…I can't be bothered with his bedside manner and if we call him in, you and I both know it'll be worse. You can fix me up."

"Well yeah, I can but it won't be as good as Owen."

"I can get him to look at it in the morning. I just don't want to deal with him right now."

Jack let out a frustrated breath, "Fine but you need stitches and they'll probably hurt a lot more from me."

Ianto pulled Jack closer, quickly kissing him, "I trust you."

Jack sighed, moving to the other side of the area, picking up a first aid kit. He handed a flask to the younger man as he got it out of the kit.

"What's this for?" He asked curiously.

"Trust me, you'll need it."

Ianto opened it, sniffing, "Is that whiskey?"

"I know how much you like the strong stuff." Jack winked.

Ianto chuckled but it was short lived as the pain pulsed through his body at the movement. Jack gripped his hand as a comfort.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, just hurry up so I can go to bed."

Jack pulled out a needle, "This might sting a little."

Jack carefully emptied the needle full of mild narcotics into the skin by the younger man's gash.

The captain prepared the needle and Ianto let out a shaky breath, hating the idea of stitches. He'd only had them a couple of times before then and every time had been painful.

"How you feeling?" Jack murmured.

"Fine."

"You ready?"

"No."

"What's up?"

Ianto chuckled, "Just do it."

Jack pierced the skin and Ianto gripped the table beneath him strongly, "Shit!"

"You okay?"

"Just hurry up." Ianto muttered through gritted teeth before taking a long swig from the flask.

"Told you you'd need that." Jack moved quickly yet gently, trying to speed up the process.

Ianto couldn't get a strong enough grip on the table as the needle pierced his skin again so he moved it on to Jack's shoulder, gripping the coat as tightly as he could.

"God!" Ianto groaned through gritted teeth.

"Sorry." Jack murmured apologetically.

Ianto laughed, "It's okay, just wish this would go faster."

"I can't go any faster without causing more pain."

Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder, trying to gain his composure.

"Ready?"

"Do it."'

Jack pressed a kiss to Ianto's forehead before doing the next stitch. Ianto closed his eyes tight, trying hard not to let the pain get to him. After a moment he grabbed the flask again, downing most of it with a heavy breath.

"Only a couple more Ianto."

"Urgh, I'm going to kill you."

"Please don't. Who'd look after you?"

"I don't need looking after-God Jack!" Ianto winced as the needle broke through his skin again, "I wasn't ready for that one."

"Sorry!"

"Let me know next time!"

"Okay!" Jack replied quickly, "Last one."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Jack chuckled, "You ready?"

"Uhh…" Ianto let out another shaky breath, "Yeah okay."

Jack pierced the skin with the needle once more, earning another groan from the Welshman. Jack quickly tied off the stiches, finishing it off and tilted the younger man's head back up to face him. Quickly grabbing some gauze and covering the wound just to be on the safe side, Jack noted that the Welshman's eyes were still closed.

"You okay?"

Ianto pressed his lips to Jack in a soft kiss, pulling him closer before replying, "Thank you."

"What for?"

"Not calling Owen. Helping me."

"Okay, I think the whiskey and the narcotics are getting to you. Let's get you to bed."

"Are you okay though? It got your neck pretty bad."

"I heal. I'm fine. Come on Yan."

Jack pulled Ianto over to the couch and the Welshman dropped to that spot.

"You sure you don't want to go down to my bunk underneath the office?"

"Too tired."

"I can get you up there myself."

Ianto sighed, obviously not caring what Jack did. The older man pulled Ianto back up, wrapping an arm around his waist and Ianto impulsively moved his around Jack's shoulders. Jack moved Ianto into his office and carefully down into the bunk.

Ianto practically dropped on to the bed, sinking happily into the sheets. Jack moved into the bed next to him, wrapping an arm over Ianto unconsciously and smiled as Ianto was already sleeping.

He couldn't help but rub a tentative finger along the cuts on the younger man's arm, wishing they weren't there. It'd be another rough night in Torchwood.

A/N: I stayed up all night writing this. So I hope it turned out okay. As usual, review.

Cheers,
Gabz
xx