A/N: Set after Season 8 of House,MD while Wilson and House are traveling. Wilson has five months to live and House gave up his very existence to spend that time with Wilson. Torchwood timeline is after Season 2 but Ianto is very much alive. Of course, he's always been alive for me because I've been cruising that river in Egypt since 2009. This is a multi-chapter fic but is, for the most part, complete. Please note that the year that these two fandoms meet up in this story don't follow cannon. It's AU in the sense that I'm manipulating the two timelines for my own purpose.

House, MD/Torchwood crossover

Title: Gift of Life

Rated T

Characters: House, Wilson, Jack, Ianto

Pairings: Jack/Ianto slash, House/Wilson friendship/pre-slash

Chapter4 word count- 1150+

Warnings: spoilers for all seasons of House- primarily season 8. Possible spoilers for S1 and 2 of Torchwood.

Disclaimer: House, MD created by David Shore and Torchwood by Russell T Davies. I have no money, so seriously, don't bother.

Summary: Sometimes fate intervenes when you least expect. Sometimes you can actually get what you want.

Chapter 4

House was checking Ianto's vitals when it happened. The gravely injured man was in the throes of a massive seizure, most likely caused by his plummeting blood pressure.

"Shit! Wilson, he's seizing! Anything in that bag of tricks I can use?"

He could hear Wilson searching through the med kit, perhaps searching for some divine intervention that would not come.

"No. Nothing!"

House swore under his breath feeling utterly helpless in the face of this young man's worsening condition.

"All eventualities huh Captain?" House caught Harkness' eyes in the rearview mirror. He looked terrified.

"We'll be at the HUB entrance in less than a minute. Just…don't let him die…please."

The two doctors in the SUV would be hard pressed to not have heard the breaking of the Captain's voice as he quietly spoke his fears. House and Wilson looked to one another in helplessness, both knowing what the other was thinking. Feeling defeated as they watched the seizure come to an end, they both knew this man was running out of time.

House could only answer truthfully, snark and sarcasm abandoned as there was no room for them in the oppressive space of the SUV. "I can't promise you that."

Jack pulled along the Roald Dahl Plass as close to the water tower as he could. House and Wilson looked to one another in confusion as to why this man was stopping, seemingly in a place of no consequence.

Wilson spoke first, sensing how imperative it was to keep House's unique verbal flare from their companion's ears. "Captain, we need to get him emergency care now! Why are you stopping here?"

Jack ignored the question and opened the back door to gain access to Ianto. "Both of you get out and help me with him!"

"Captain…please…"

"Just do it!"

The Captain drew in a deep breath, perhaps in the hopes of calming himself before speaking next.

"Look, I know what I'm doing even if you may think otherwise, but Ianto doesn't have the time for me to explain it to you now. Just help me get him out of the vehicle and onto that stone."

Both House and Wilson looked toward were Jack was pointing. He was directing them to a paving stone right at the base of the water tower.

House turned an incredulous eye toward the Captain. "You're gonna kill him!"

However, with one angry look from Jack and a brush of his Great coat aside, the two bemused doctors removed the fluids bag from the IV and helped the stubborn stranger carry his dying boyfriend to the requested stone.

Wilson whispered to his friend, "this is nuts"

Just as House was gearing up to agree but with a much more colorful dialogue, Harkness informed them to hang on. The stone began a slow descent into the bowels of what appeared to be an underground cavern of some sort.

House grabbed Wilson's arm reflexively. He would swear to anyone that asked, it was to steady is ill friend and absolutely not because he was afraid!

"What the Hell is this place?"

As they reached the bottom, Jack proceeded to carry Ianto as best he could on his own to what the other two assumed was the direction of this medical area that the man had spoke of earlier. Neither could help but look around in awe at the massive structure that they had just descended into. To House, it reminded him of the Bat Cave. He couldn't help but share that amusing thought with his friend. "So does this make them Batman and Robin?"

Wilson couldn't help the twitch of the side of his mouth at House's antics but as usual, it was up to him to keep House focused and out of trouble. "So not the time!"

"You're no fun"

House and Wilson were suitably chastised when they heard the Captain yell in their direction. "Explanations later, Ianto first!"

Though less than a minute had passed from the moment they started their descent from up on the plass, it was enough for them to realize that they couldn't let the distraction of this foreign place keep them from doing what they were trained to do.

Of course, House's curiosity was insatiable, but even he knew that unless they saved the kid, they were unlikely to get any answers regarding where the hell they were. But then, House thought, if they didn't save the kid, he wasn't quite sure that this mad man wouldn't just off them in his grief before House got to ponder his latest puzzle. Yep, House thought, 'that would suck'.

"House…"

Wilson's voice snapped House out of his own thoughts. He followed his friend down into what looked to be an autopsy bay, circa 1890.

"House, cut his clothes away and get a better look at the lacerations across his chest. We need to determine if any will require surgery to repair."

House moved to do his bidding. Not one to generally take orders but there was a part of House that was just glad to see Wilson's mind on something other than his own impending death. It wouldn't let that show of course.

"Pushy much?"

Wilson just ignored House and checked the injured man's vitals and proceeded to gather items needed for closing up the deepest of the wounds.

"Captain, do you keep supplies of blood here? Preferably Ianto's own if it's available."

Jack was standing at the head of the exam table gently stroking Ianto's hair. He needed that small bit of contact, something to remind him that Ianto was still with him.

"Uh yeah. We keep a supply of all team members' blood for emergency situations. It's in that small refrigerator in the corner."

Jack pointed to the cooling unit in question and couldn't help the small sad smile that graced his lips at the memory of Owen demanding his need for it. He emphatically declared it was due to 'Teaboy's' anal retentive need to throw away any of the medic's experiments just because they were fuzzy!' Jack remembered Ianto's calm reply. 'Your mold was approaching sentient level Owen. It needed to be contained before it posed a threat to all of humanity.' It hurt so much thinking about Owen and Tosh, their losses cutting deep into the heart of his team; his family. He couldn't lose Ianto too. Especially not Ianto.

While the doctors worked furiously around him to save the life of the man he'd grown to care deeply for, to love. The one person that he had let in on a great many of his secrets, Jack stood silently, helpless in any physical sense to help Ianto. He would just have to trust these two men. Not an easy task by any means as Jack trusted few people.

"Hang on Ianto"

TBC

A/N: I realize this a bit short but it seemed like a natural break to make before the next part. Also, I'm not a doctor so I apologize for any medical errors. Thank you for reading!