AN: Gareth was a little scary in "The Bill" wasn't he? All that twitching at the end. Excellent bad guy.
Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the others. Do we want Ewan to reappear outside of the club setting?
Please keep the suggestions coming, and the reviews x
Ianto and Owen watched closely as the Weevil, dressed in its traditional boiler suit garb, staggered into the club and began pushing its way through the crowd. It wasn't a difficult task to achieve as the patrons parted in front of it, giving the creature plenty room to manoeuvre.
"I can't believe people think it's a guy in a mask." Owen muttered to Ianto.
Ianto smirked as he continued to track the creature as it slunk around the room, and much to his amazement didn't attempt to attack anyone, just wandered about, fanged face lifted slightly as it sniffed its way around.
"What's it doing?" Ianto asked glancing down at Owen.
The medic shrugged. "Eyeing up the talent?" He offered.
"Come on – let's get him out of here, then we can go home." Ianto said as he moved towards the Weevil. He and Owen made their ways to opposite sides of the creature, and as they approached Ianto slipped the syringe out of the sedation kit and gripped it in his hand, ready to administer it. Once he was close enough he reached out and stuck the needle firmly into the Weevil's arm, a piercing growl erupting from the creature.
"Okay big guy – time to get you home." Owen said as he caught the slumping Weevil as the sedative ran through its body and brought it down to sleep. "Grab his ankles." He said to Ianto who had stuffed the spent syringe into his pocket. Leaning forward the Welshman gripped the boot clad feet and hoisted them up before he and Owen carried the creature out through the club and up the steps, to the relief of a number of the crowd. As they reached step level Ianto dropped the Weevil's feet onto the pavement and scanned around for a taxi to no avail whilst Owen propped up the creature like he was just another drunk reveller. Ianto was looking up and down the street once again when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Look I'm sorry about before. It was just really great to see you. Call me if you ever want to hook up." Ewan said with a wink before turning and walking down the street away from Ianto before he'd had chance to reply.
"Lucky I'm holding this Weevil." Owen muttered under his breath.
Ianto chuckled. "Do you want me to go and find a taxi, or should I just call Jack?"
"Yeah why not. He can come and fawn over you as well." Owen sighed, though Ianto knew he was joking.
"What can I say? It must be the jeans." Ianto smirked as he tapped his comms. "Hey Jack, can we get a ride back to the Hub? There are no taxis about, and Owen seems to be struggling with the Weevil." He said winking at the Londoner who was having trouble holding the creature up.
"Maybe if you helped instead of flirting with your former conquests, I'd do better." Owen retorted.
"I'll be there in 5." Jack said with a gentle laugh.
"Cheers Jack." Ianto tapped his comms off before walking back over to Owen and taking the Weevil out of his hold and staggering to a quiet part of the street with him. Pushing the creature to the floor so he was sat down on the pavement leant against a building he looked at Owen. "Problem?" He asked.
Owen shook his head as he rolled his shoulder, which was beginning to ache. "Just not what I had in mind for tonight." He pointed out.
"And what did you have in mind?" Ianto asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was hoping there'd be more time for dancing and groping in the club before Roger here turned up. Or Ewan turned up for that matter." Owen replied.
Ianto smirked. "We'll take Roger as you have named him back to the Hub, get him set up in the cells opposite Janet, and come back if you want?" He offered.
Owen shook his head. "I'm not in the mood for sharing. I'd rather go back to ours. We can always dance and grope there." He suggested with a grin.
Ianto nodded. "I'm sure we can." He agreed. "Look I'm sorry about Ewan. I don't remember him being quite that obnoxious. Then again I don't remember much from that night at all to be honest, so maybe he was. Like I said it was just someone that wasn't Jack." He admitted.
"Am I just someone who isn't Jack?" Owen asked nervously.
"Don't be daft." Ianto said pulling Owen into his arms and planting a kiss on the top of his head. "I love you. I appreciate what you did in there, and I'm sorry for letting him kiss me. It took me by surprise that's all." He murmured into Owen's hair as the SUV rounded the corner and Jack jumped out.
"Room for a little one?" He asked with a wink and a leer.
"Oh piss off Jack." Owen mumbled from the warmth of Ianto's hold.
"Fine." Jack replied suitably shot down. "I'll take him back. You can go home." He said as he heaved 'Roger' onto his shoulders and tossed him into the back of the vehicle.
"Sure?" Ianto checked, still holding Owen.
Jack nodded. "You look like you have your hands full with cheerful there. Have a good night." He replied before getting into the SUV and driving off.
"Do you want to go home?" Ianto asked.
Owen nodded mutely against his chest.
"Are you okay?" Ianto checked.
Owen nodded. "Just comfy." He replied softly.
Ianto chuckled again. "Come on then. Let's go home. You mentioned something about groping?" He asked as he loosened his hold on Owen and wrapped one arm around his shoulders as they set off back to their apartment. Owen slipped his arm around Ianto's waist, but as they walked he let it fall down to his denim clad bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Grope." He said simply.
Ianto laughed.