Title: Bloodlust

Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Williams

Warnings: Not sure at the moment, I'm betting for Fluff and Angst though

Summary: Here's my weird way of explaining this one: Ianto is bitten by an alien which slowly changes him. Can the Team stop the effects before it's too late?

Author Notes: …why do I always write it with the question at the end of the summary…it's like…dum dum dum!!!! I couldn't come up with a name for this story so I stole it from a TV show, so special thanks to them. Okay I'm done.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Torchwood, if I did, Ianto wouldn't be put in all these life or death situations, he'd be in my room. But I don't, sorry. I don't own the name of the story either, sorry guys.

Chapter Two – Fever

Jack carried Ianto into the Autopsy bay, wincing every time the younger man made a pained sound. He carefully lowered Ianto onto the bed.

"Yan, I need to take your suit jacket off. This is going to hurt." Jack warned.

"Just do it!"

Jack breathed in heavily, "1…2…3!"

He took the Jacket off as quickly and carefully as he could, earning a scream of anguish from the Welshman.

"Owen, do something!" Jack jumped out of the way of the medic.

Owen grabbed a damp cloth and threw an apologetic look Ianto's way. He carefully cleaned the blood from the wound.

Ianto hissed in pain as the cloth hit his skin, "I'm going to kill you Owen!"

"Too late." Owen joked as he quickened the pace to clean his arm as fast as he could.

They looked over the blood cleaned skin on his arm and saw the sharp teeth marks. The blood continued to seep from his wounds and Ianto looked up at the others worriedly.

"How does it feel Ianto? I need to know." Owen urged.

"Like fire. What the hell did it do to me?"

"I don't know if heat is a natural symptom for this thing, we've never seen it before." Owen sighed, "I'll put some gauze on it but that's all I can do for now."

Ianto nodded, unconsciously closing his eyes.

"Stay awake Yan." Jack said sternly.

"Go away." Ianto mumbled, not opening his eyes,

"Open your eyes Ianto!" Jack yelled.

Ianto mumbled incoherently before making no movement.

Owen looked him over and groaned, "He blacked out."

"Can you fix this?"

"I don't know, I'll do what I can."

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Jack sat next to Ianto's still body, praying the younger man would wake up. He watched the slow rise and fall of the younger man's breathing. Waiting was always the hardest part of everything. Waiting for the Doctor, waiting for wounds to heal, waiting to come back from death, it was all hard. He held the Welshman's hand tightly in his own, eyeing the bandage on his arm. He wanted to go with the others, to get the creature and bring it back but he couldn't bring himself to leave Ianto's side. Owen had told him to stay and look after Ianto but it didn't stop him from feeling guilty. Ianto whimpered, breaking Jack's train of thought.

Ianto murmured, "Jack?"

"I'm here Yan, I'm right here." Jack smiled reassuringly as the younger man's eyes fluttered open.

"It still hurts."

"Is it still burning?" Jack asked reluctantly.

"…No, it just aches."

"Can you move?"

Ianto sat up, groaning in pain, "God!"

"Stop! If it hurts, don't do it." Jack tightened his grip on the younger man's hand.

"You told me to!"

"No, I asked if you could. Are you okay?"

"No. Help me up." Ianto held out his other hand for the older man.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Jack, all I want to do is move to the sofa. I promise that's all." Ianto spoke as though he was talking to a child.

Jack looked into his eyes worriedly.

Ianto sighed, "I'll be fine. Jack, please help me up, it's not exactly comfortable here."

Jack hesitantly relented, picking the Welshman up and earning a groan of pain. Jack rushed over to the sofa, putting the younger man down gently.

"I'll get you a pillow."

Jack left the room for a moment before coming back to Ianto looking very perplexed.

"What's wrong?"

"The others, can't you hear them?"

A flash of confusion hit Jack's face before he rushed to the closest desk. He looked through the live CCTV and found Tosh, Owen and Gwen carrying the dead creature through the tourist office. Jack clicked record and muted the screen.

"Ianto, can you tell me what Owen is saying?" Jack asked curiously.

"He says…'I bet this means we're stuck with starbucks'." Ianto chuckled.

Jack played back the CCTV and turned the volume up.

"I bet this means we're stuck with starbucks." Owen groaned.

Jack stared, wide eyed at the Welshman.

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"Do you want to tell me how you could hear Owen talking all the way in the tourist office?" Jack asked sternly.

"I don't know." Ianto mumbled.

Jack looked at him carefully, noting the sweat on his brow.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know." The Welshman repeated.

Jack touched Ianto's cheek lightly.

"Jeez Yan, you're burning up!"

Ianto stayed quiet, shivering uncontrollably.

"Ianto, what's wrong?" Jack asked cautiously.

"I don't know!" Ianto shouted, "Why do you keep asking me!? I won't have all the answers, I'm just the idiot stuck with the bite on his arm!"

Jack stared up at Ianto, not allowing tears to escape his eyes. He wanted to help Ianto, to make all the pain go away. He rushed to the kitchen and came back with a cube of ice.

"Jack carefully said, "Just let me try to help."

Jack touched the ice to Ianto's skin gently. Ianto hissed as the cold hit him.

"Don't! It's freezing!"

"I need to cool you down."

"I feel cool enough."

"Yan, you're running a fever, I need to lower it."

"Please Jack." Ianto begged.

"I'm so sorry Ianto." Jack murmured, "I have to do this, it's for your own good."

"Jack?" Ianto mumbled just loud enough for the older man to hear, "What was that thing?"