FIC: (Torchwood) Jack Plays Doctor (1/1)
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Title: Jack Plays Doctor
Author: dru_evilista
Rating: T
Characters, Pairing: Jack, ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen
Summary: The team gets sick, and Jack has to take care of them.
---
It all started small.
The dull ache behind his eyes, the small tickle in the back of his throat. Those small little hints that you're coming down with a cold and should go home, have a nice cup of tea, take some vitamin C, and go to bed.
The next thing he knew he was kneeling over the toilet throwing up everything he'd eaten for what felt like, since he was 12.
"Ianto? Hey mate, are you ok?" Oh God. Owen sounded concerned. He must look horrible.
"I- Uh I seem to be coming down with something." Ianto managed to get out between retching.
"Sounds like you're more then 'coming down with something'. You're full out something. Come on. Up ya go. Lets get you to the autopsy bay so I can have a look at you." Owen ordered, hard voice differing from the gentle hand on Ianto's shoulder.
"No. Really I'll be fine. I've stopped vomiting already. I'll just go home, get a bit of sleep and I'm sure it's already passed." Ianto said trying to wave him off.
Owen snorted, and the sarcasm came up a few notches. "So you've got a medical degree now, eh?" He shook his head, turning serious again. "No dice. I can tell just from looking at you, you're dehydrated. Need to get you on a IV, till I'm sure the vomiting's stopped, and need to find out what caused it in the first place. If it's serious starting treatment sooner, rather then later will keep me from having to drag your half dead carcass back here later."
Ianto started to glare, but it lost most of it's impact when he doubled over vomiting on Owen's shoes, then passed out.
---
Jack stood over the autopsy bay frowning down at the unconscious Ianto. "So what is this?"
"Bad news." Owen sighed rubbing his forehead. "The tests are back. It's Velorkix flu."
"Velorkix flu? As in the Velorkixian meet and greet last night?" Gwen demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Shouldn't they have warned us if someone was sick?" Tosh asked, pushing back from her computer and standing up.
Jack winched. "Oh God. Is it as bad as I think it is?"
"I'm afraid so. We're all infected. We're gonna have to quarantine the whole hub. We're...well we're fucked. We're all going to be sick as Ianto any time now."
"Wait...I don't get sick I haven't been sick in over a century." Jack said frowning.
"Then congratulations. You've been drafted to the medical field. You get to experience the joys of caring for four violently sick people. Oh I'm jealous. I haven't had that kind of fun in years and years." Owen said smirking, then swallowing hard and closing his eyes trying to hold down the urge to throw up.
The look on Jack's face could only be described as panic.
---
Owen had managed to stay on his feet long enough to start IV's on himself, Tosh, and Gwen, before he collapsed into a empty morgue drawer, which they were using as emergency hospital beds.
"Jack?"
Jack came running over at the plaintive call from Ianto. "Ianto? Hey how you doing? Feeling any better?"
"I have a alien plague, and I'm laying on a freezing autopsy table. How do you think I'm doing?"
"Ok stupid question." Jack admitted, while he stroked the hair back from Ianto forehead.
"Yes it was. And we really need a bloody fucking proper infirmary! I don't care what sexual favors you have to exchange to make it happen, but I will not have a morgue drawer as a hospital bed again after this!" Owen snapped, before he started throwing up in his bucket again.
"I whole heartedly agree!" Ianto said glaring at Jack.
"Right. Yes sexual favors, infirmary. Got it. Right after we have this whole alien flu, hub in quarantine, thing cleared up. I'll even shag all of you if it makes it better." Jack groaned. He paused and looked thoughtful "Hey do you think maybe..."
"Shut up Harkness." Owen growled.
"Jack! I need a clean bucket!" Gwen yelled from her drawer.
"Gwen we're in the sodding autopsy bay! We're all right here, you don't need to yell!" Tosh snapped, while she threw her arm over her eyes to block out the light.
"I've been infected with alien germs, because I work for bloody Torchwood, so I will yell if I want to yell!" Gwen snapped back at Tosh.
"I hate you all. I really, really hate you all. Expect all your computers to be malfunctioning once I can move again." Tosh hissed, pulling her blanket over her head, clearly not pleasant to be around when she's sick.
Jack grabbed a clean bucket, and took Gwen's with a disgusted look. "Infirmary. With more medical staff. Yes."
"Jack, Ianto's IV's empty. You gotta change it. And don't give me that look, you nancy boy. They're pre-filled and mixed with the meds. It's twist off, twist on. Just remember to wash your hands and wipe everything off with alcohol pads."
"This was not in my job description." Jack complained, while scrubbing his hands, then grabbed a full IV bag, gloves, and a handful of alcohol wipes.
"Yeah, well join the club!" Owen snapped, then went into a coughing fit.
Jack managed to get though changing the IV, without anything going wrong, and let out a relieved sigh as he peeled off the gloves.
"How long is this going to last?" Gwen whinged miserably.
"Usually runs it course in two to three days." Owen sighed. "No more alien parties. We talk by camera or something. No good ever comes of meeting face to face! Ever!"
"I suppose we're lucky we didn't all end up in a orgy and pregnant...again" Ianto said while he rubbed his eyes.
---
Jack cracked his back and leaned back in his chair, eyes sweeping over his charges, making sure they were all still asleep. He supposed he should be glad for the hardly sleeping thing right now, but God he would kill to be able to go pass out for a few hours.
For the last three days he'd be back and forth, up and down taking care of his four teammates, on top of his normal duties, monitoring the rift, checking for alien activity, and picking up everyone else's slack while they were pretty much useless. He was considering giving Owen a raise, just for having made it though medical school. After he'd experienced what it was like taking care of sick people he had a new found respect for why Owen hated taking care of patients.
Movement drew his attention, and he saw Owen sitting up with a quiet groan. He watched to make sure he was ok, then frowned and was already moving as Owen swung his legs down and started to get up. "What are you doing? Lay back down."
"Well mom, if you must know, I'm going to the bathroom." Owen snarked as he stretched. "Seriously Harkness, we need a infirmary, with actual beds. It's not helping our recovering to be stuck on these bloody uncomfortable things!"
"I know, I know, I'll do something about it! Should you be getting up? I mean couldn't you fall over or something if you pass out again?"
Owen scratched his head thinking. "Actually, I'm feeling better. Haven't hurled in awhile, nausea's down, not coughing, not dizzy, headache's gone. I think the worst might be past."
"Oh thank God!" Jack sagged against the wall the rubbed his face. "Freedom. Freedom from sick people. If I never see another bucket of vomit, it'll be too soon."
Owen snorted in amusement, then pushed him self off the drawer. He quickly reached out and grabbed it again as he swayed as soon as he was on his feet. Jack was already holding his arm glaring. "I told you not to get up!"
Owen waved him off. "I'm fine. Just a little head rush. When I get back from the bathroom, I'll sleep till the others are awake, then run some tests and see if the virus is clear from our systems enough to not be contagious, so we can all go home. I can not wait to get out of the bloody hub. As if I didn't already nearly live here..."
"Just make sure you're non-contagious. The last thing we need is for this to spread."
"Yeah, yeah. No kidding. Medical school remember?" Owen mumbled while he wandered off to the bathroom.
Jack went back to his chair and sunk down in exhaustion, closing his eyes.
He jerked to attention at the touch on his shoulder. "What?! Bucket? Oh Owen, you ok?"
The doctor stood over his eying him critically. "I'm fine, you not so much. Go on get. Go grab a shower and go to bed. You're about ready to drop any minute. I feel alright, I'll keep a eye on the others, and get a start on the tests."
"But if you're still sick you should rest." Jack protested.
"I'll be fine. You look like you haven't slept a minute in the last three days. If we are still sick, you won't be any good to us if you keel over from exhaustion. Now go before I get annoyed and sedate you or something." Owen ordered pointing towards the stairs.
"Fine going, going. But if anything happens while I'm asleep you're in trouble." Jack smothered a yawn as he climbed the stairs and went to the showers.
---
Jack made a pleased noise as he stretched. He was warm, comfortable, and had slept like a log for the first time in a long time. As he came more awake he realized what had woken him. The smell of coffee. And not the instant stuff he'd been making for him self the last three days, but real coffee. Ianto's coffee.
He was out of bed, up the ladder, and out into the hub in less then a minute.
"Morning Princess. Sleep well?" Owen asked from where he was leaning against his desk sipping from a mug.
"...How long was I asleep?" Jack asked suddenly worried he'd slipped into a coma while the team recovered completely.
Owen glanced at a clock. "About 5 hours. I ran the tests, we're all clear. Could use some more sleep, but what's new?"
"Where's Ianto, Gwen and Tosh?"
"Ianto's making out with the coffee pot, Gwen and Tosh were in the shower last time I checked. And speak of the devil." Owen wave with his coffee cup to where the two woman were coming out dressed in clean clothes from their lockers and toweling their hair.
"Jack! You're awake!" Gwen cried happily.
"Yeah and so are all of you." Jack said rubbing at the back of his neck, and excepting the mug of coffee being placed into his hand, before he even realized Ianto was standing next to him. He gave Ianto a thankful grin. "You're a godsend." He bit off a moan of pleasure as he took his first sip of the coffee.
He lowered the mug and eyed his team worriedly. "Are you sure you're all up to being around? You were pretty sick. The last thing we want is for you all to get sick again."
"I checked, and double checked. We're all tired, but we're fine. You did good, none of us bit it. Congratulations. I believe you're now more qualified to practice medicine then half the idiots I used to work with."
"Very good job, Sir. We're all quite grateful for the excellent care. Perhaps you might want to return to bed now. We can handle keeping a eye on things, we'll call you if any emergencies spring up."
Jack opened his mouth to argue but Owen cut him off. "Listen to the Teaboy. You still look like complete shite. Go get some more rest. I'll make it doctors orders if I have to. If I'm gonna have to be here all day I refuse to have to look at you looking like the living dead. You're supposed to be the eye candy around here remember?"
"Owen don't be a arse! Though he does have a point Jack. You look tired. You took care of us for three days, take some time for your self." Gwen told him, while she dropped her wet towel over the back of a chair, not noticing Ianto's annoyed face and him taking it off the chair.
Tosh smiled gently. "Jack it's ok. We can handle the hub for a few more hours while you get some more rest."
Jack chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, I can see when I'm out numbered." Jack turned back around and took his coffee back up to his office. He sat back at his desk and relaxed with a smile. Everything was back to normal. At least until the next disaster.
The End
Author: dru_evilista
Rating: T
Characters, Pairing: Jack, ianto, Owen, Tosh, Gwen
Summary: The team gets sick, and Jack has to take care of them.
---
It all started small.
The dull ache behind his eyes, the small tickle in the back of his throat. Those small little hints that you're coming down with a cold and should go home, have a nice cup of tea, take some vitamin C, and go to bed.
The next thing he knew he was kneeling over the toilet throwing up everything he'd eaten for what felt like, since he was 12.
"Ianto? Hey mate, are you ok?" Oh God. Owen sounded concerned. He must look horrible.
"I- Uh I seem to be coming down with something." Ianto managed to get out between retching.
"Sounds like you're more then 'coming down with something'. You're full out something. Come on. Up ya go. Lets get you to the autopsy bay so I can have a look at you." Owen ordered, hard voice differing from the gentle hand on Ianto's shoulder.
"No. Really I'll be fine. I've stopped vomiting already. I'll just go home, get a bit of sleep and I'm sure it's already passed." Ianto said trying to wave him off.
Owen snorted, and the sarcasm came up a few notches. "So you've got a medical degree now, eh?" He shook his head, turning serious again. "No dice. I can tell just from looking at you, you're dehydrated. Need to get you on a IV, till I'm sure the vomiting's stopped, and need to find out what caused it in the first place. If it's serious starting treatment sooner, rather then later will keep me from having to drag your half dead carcass back here later."
Ianto started to glare, but it lost most of it's impact when he doubled over vomiting on Owen's shoes, then passed out.
---
Jack stood over the autopsy bay frowning down at the unconscious Ianto. "So what is this?"
"Bad news." Owen sighed rubbing his forehead. "The tests are back. It's Velorkix flu."
"Velorkix flu? As in the Velorkixian meet and greet last night?" Gwen demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Shouldn't they have warned us if someone was sick?" Tosh asked, pushing back from her computer and standing up.
Jack winched. "Oh God. Is it as bad as I think it is?"
"I'm afraid so. We're all infected. We're gonna have to quarantine the whole hub. We're...well we're fucked. We're all going to be sick as Ianto any time now."
"Wait...I don't get sick I haven't been sick in over a century." Jack said frowning.
"Then congratulations. You've been drafted to the medical field. You get to experience the joys of caring for four violently sick people. Oh I'm jealous. I haven't had that kind of fun in years and years." Owen said smirking, then swallowing hard and closing his eyes trying to hold down the urge to throw up.
The look on Jack's face could only be described as panic.
---
Owen had managed to stay on his feet long enough to start IV's on himself, Tosh, and Gwen, before he collapsed into a empty morgue drawer, which they were using as emergency hospital beds.
"Jack?"
Jack came running over at the plaintive call from Ianto. "Ianto? Hey how you doing? Feeling any better?"
"I have a alien plague, and I'm laying on a freezing autopsy table. How do you think I'm doing?"
"Ok stupid question." Jack admitted, while he stroked the hair back from Ianto forehead.
"Yes it was. And we really need a bloody fucking proper infirmary! I don't care what sexual favors you have to exchange to make it happen, but I will not have a morgue drawer as a hospital bed again after this!" Owen snapped, before he started throwing up in his bucket again.
"I whole heartedly agree!" Ianto said glaring at Jack.
"Right. Yes sexual favors, infirmary. Got it. Right after we have this whole alien flu, hub in quarantine, thing cleared up. I'll even shag all of you if it makes it better." Jack groaned. He paused and looked thoughtful "Hey do you think maybe..."
"Shut up Harkness." Owen growled.
"Jack! I need a clean bucket!" Gwen yelled from her drawer.
"Gwen we're in the sodding autopsy bay! We're all right here, you don't need to yell!" Tosh snapped, while she threw her arm over her eyes to block out the light.
"I've been infected with alien germs, because I work for bloody Torchwood, so I will yell if I want to yell!" Gwen snapped back at Tosh.
"I hate you all. I really, really hate you all. Expect all your computers to be malfunctioning once I can move again." Tosh hissed, pulling her blanket over her head, clearly not pleasant to be around when she's sick.
Jack grabbed a clean bucket, and took Gwen's with a disgusted look. "Infirmary. With more medical staff. Yes."
"Jack, Ianto's IV's empty. You gotta change it. And don't give me that look, you nancy boy. They're pre-filled and mixed with the meds. It's twist off, twist on. Just remember to wash your hands and wipe everything off with alcohol pads."
"This was not in my job description." Jack complained, while scrubbing his hands, then grabbed a full IV bag, gloves, and a handful of alcohol wipes.
"Yeah, well join the club!" Owen snapped, then went into a coughing fit.
Jack managed to get though changing the IV, without anything going wrong, and let out a relieved sigh as he peeled off the gloves.
"How long is this going to last?" Gwen whinged miserably.
"Usually runs it course in two to three days." Owen sighed. "No more alien parties. We talk by camera or something. No good ever comes of meeting face to face! Ever!"
"I suppose we're lucky we didn't all end up in a orgy and pregnant...again" Ianto said while he rubbed his eyes.
---
Jack cracked his back and leaned back in his chair, eyes sweeping over his charges, making sure they were all still asleep. He supposed he should be glad for the hardly sleeping thing right now, but God he would kill to be able to go pass out for a few hours.
For the last three days he'd be back and forth, up and down taking care of his four teammates, on top of his normal duties, monitoring the rift, checking for alien activity, and picking up everyone else's slack while they were pretty much useless. He was considering giving Owen a raise, just for having made it though medical school. After he'd experienced what it was like taking care of sick people he had a new found respect for why Owen hated taking care of patients.
Movement drew his attention, and he saw Owen sitting up with a quiet groan. He watched to make sure he was ok, then frowned and was already moving as Owen swung his legs down and started to get up. "What are you doing? Lay back down."
"Well mom, if you must know, I'm going to the bathroom." Owen snarked as he stretched. "Seriously Harkness, we need a infirmary, with actual beds. It's not helping our recovering to be stuck on these bloody uncomfortable things!"
"I know, I know, I'll do something about it! Should you be getting up? I mean couldn't you fall over or something if you pass out again?"
Owen scratched his head thinking. "Actually, I'm feeling better. Haven't hurled in awhile, nausea's down, not coughing, not dizzy, headache's gone. I think the worst might be past."
"Oh thank God!" Jack sagged against the wall the rubbed his face. "Freedom. Freedom from sick people. If I never see another bucket of vomit, it'll be too soon."
Owen snorted in amusement, then pushed him self off the drawer. He quickly reached out and grabbed it again as he swayed as soon as he was on his feet. Jack was already holding his arm glaring. "I told you not to get up!"
Owen waved him off. "I'm fine. Just a little head rush. When I get back from the bathroom, I'll sleep till the others are awake, then run some tests and see if the virus is clear from our systems enough to not be contagious, so we can all go home. I can not wait to get out of the bloody hub. As if I didn't already nearly live here..."
"Just make sure you're non-contagious. The last thing we need is for this to spread."
"Yeah, yeah. No kidding. Medical school remember?" Owen mumbled while he wandered off to the bathroom.
Jack went back to his chair and sunk down in exhaustion, closing his eyes.
He jerked to attention at the touch on his shoulder. "What?! Bucket? Oh Owen, you ok?"
The doctor stood over his eying him critically. "I'm fine, you not so much. Go on get. Go grab a shower and go to bed. You're about ready to drop any minute. I feel alright, I'll keep a eye on the others, and get a start on the tests."
"But if you're still sick you should rest." Jack protested.
"I'll be fine. You look like you haven't slept a minute in the last three days. If we are still sick, you won't be any good to us if you keel over from exhaustion. Now go before I get annoyed and sedate you or something." Owen ordered pointing towards the stairs.
"Fine going, going. But if anything happens while I'm asleep you're in trouble." Jack smothered a yawn as he climbed the stairs and went to the showers.
---
Jack made a pleased noise as he stretched. He was warm, comfortable, and had slept like a log for the first time in a long time. As he came more awake he realized what had woken him. The smell of coffee. And not the instant stuff he'd been making for him self the last three days, but real coffee. Ianto's coffee.
He was out of bed, up the ladder, and out into the hub in less then a minute.
"Morning Princess. Sleep well?" Owen asked from where he was leaning against his desk sipping from a mug.
"...How long was I asleep?" Jack asked suddenly worried he'd slipped into a coma while the team recovered completely.
Owen glanced at a clock. "About 5 hours. I ran the tests, we're all clear. Could use some more sleep, but what's new?"
"Where's Ianto, Gwen and Tosh?"
"Ianto's making out with the coffee pot, Gwen and Tosh were in the shower last time I checked. And speak of the devil." Owen wave with his coffee cup to where the two woman were coming out dressed in clean clothes from their lockers and toweling their hair.
"Jack! You're awake!" Gwen cried happily.
"Yeah and so are all of you." Jack said rubbing at the back of his neck, and excepting the mug of coffee being placed into his hand, before he even realized Ianto was standing next to him. He gave Ianto a thankful grin. "You're a godsend." He bit off a moan of pleasure as he took his first sip of the coffee.
He lowered the mug and eyed his team worriedly. "Are you sure you're all up to being around? You were pretty sick. The last thing we want is for you all to get sick again."
"I checked, and double checked. We're all tired, but we're fine. You did good, none of us bit it. Congratulations. I believe you're now more qualified to practice medicine then half the idiots I used to work with."
"Very good job, Sir. We're all quite grateful for the excellent care. Perhaps you might want to return to bed now. We can handle keeping a eye on things, we'll call you if any emergencies spring up."
Jack opened his mouth to argue but Owen cut him off. "Listen to the Teaboy. You still look like complete shite. Go get some more rest. I'll make it doctors orders if I have to. If I'm gonna have to be here all day I refuse to have to look at you looking like the living dead. You're supposed to be the eye candy around here remember?"
"Owen don't be a arse! Though he does have a point Jack. You look tired. You took care of us for three days, take some time for your self." Gwen told him, while she dropped her wet towel over the back of a chair, not noticing Ianto's annoyed face and him taking it off the chair.
Tosh smiled gently. "Jack it's ok. We can handle the hub for a few more hours while you get some more rest."
Jack chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, I can see when I'm out numbered." Jack turned back around and took his coffee back up to his office. He sat back at his desk and relaxed with a smile. Everything was back to normal. At least until the next disaster.
The End