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dru_evilistaOwen rubbed at his temples, trying to will away the pain. It wasn't working. He had a full out migraine, and it was growing. His skull throbbed in time with his pulse, the light was stabbing his eyes worse then normal, and it seemed like every single scent in the hub was combining under his nose. Nausea danced at the back of his throat.
It had been a solid week of the new weevils causing trouble, day and night. The cells were rapidly filling with them. Owen had been trying to control the weevils, to keep Ianto away from them. Every single new Weevil was pushing and shoving at his shields, and even though Ianto seemed to be handling it, Owen was not happy in the least.
It was all driving him insane, and despite the morning meditations Ianto still enforced, his stress levels were though the roof. His senses seemed to object to it too, and even when he wasn't wanting to curl into a tiny pathetic little ball of pain, his head still throbbed. Luckily everyone else was as busy and distracted as he was, and seemed not to notice. It probably helped that he was hiding in the autopsy bay.
Owen desperately just wanted to take some nice strong drugs and go lay down in a cool dark room for a while, but as Ianto liked to lecture him, he and Jack no longer mixed well with most drugs. He didn't feel like having a bad drug reaction on top of his migraine, and he just didn't have time to go nap. And crawling into bed whimpering would tip off the others that something was wrong.
He leaned over the autopsy table, pressing his forehead against the cool metal, trying to breathe slowly. God it hurt! He pushed him self up, hearing the others moving around. It was probably nearly time for meditation. Though Tosh and Gwen, lucky girls, were given a free pass to monitor the weevil activity, Ianto still expected both Jack and Owen to meditate with him in the mornings. He was fairly sure it was the only thing keeping Ianto sane this week.
Fucking great. Owen grabbed the bottle of aspirin and hissed seeing it was almost empty. He dry swallowed the last four pills, making a mental note to order more, and schooled his features to hide his pain as he headed up to the conference room.
Jack was already there, talking quietly to Ianto. He turned when Owen came in, giving him a dazzling smile, which quickly turned into a frown.
“You woke up before us again.”
"Wanted to get some work done." Owen muttered vaguely, heading towards the water pitcher on the table. He could feel Jack's eyes drilling into his back.
"And you went to bed after us. Owen are you feeling okay? You're not sleeping much lately." Jack cocked his head to the side and frowned. "And your heart rate is pretty high."
"S'fine. Too much coffee or something."
Jack ran a hand along Owen's neck. "Are you sure? You look pale."
God did Jack have to be in coddle mode now?! It was hard enough hiding the fact he wanted to go sob in a corner, throw up, then die. "I'm English. I'm always pale." Owen said lightly, pouring a glass of water and downing it quickly before settling down on the floor.
Ianto dropped down next to him, and frowned in concerned, pressing light fingers against his temples. "Coc Oen? What's wrong?"
Owen felt an unreasonable surge of anger and snarled sharply before he could stop him self. "Would you stop that?! Don't fucking call me that. Didn't think I could use fucking Google did you?”
Owen could still feel Ianto tracing circles against his skin, though his fingers trembled the tiniest bit.
“Been having a great laugh behind my back! Calling me 'Lambs cock'!" Owen laughed harshly, knowing he really should stop. "Whole time thinking it was one of your soppy terms of endearment, and you're insulting me to my face, you fucking Welsh bastard!"
Ianto made a soft, concerned noise. "It is a term of endearment... Owen, what's wrong? You're not acting like your self." He frowned in concentration, then winced violently. "Oh Owen..."
Owen felt a tingling at the back of his mind that felt almost like concern, and the feeling of cool water. That would be Ianto. Sometimes, if he tried hard enough, the younger man could leave impressions of emotions or physical sensations. Owen really shouldn’t have snapped at him.
"What?" Owen didn't think the innocent act would work, but he had to try.
"You're in pain..." Ianto said softly, stroking Owen's face. "You should be laying down love. And on pain killers."
Jack dropped to the floor next to them, looking deeply concerned. "Owen? Tell me what's wrong."
Owen sighed, giving up, and dropped his head to his knees. "Can't take anything. Really don't feel like adding weird drug reactions to my migraine. I took some aspirin. I'll live."
"Migraine? They make medications especially for migraines. Maybe we can run some tests and see if one of them is safe for you to take.” Ianto said softly, gently stroking Owen's hair. “At the very least you should go lay down in bed for a while."
"No time. Too much work to do. More weevils are popping up everyday. The cells are getting full, we're going to have to release some, or move into another level. And with how aggressive those ones are..." Owen groaned.
"We can handle things for a few hours.” Jack said. “Go lay down.”
Owen shook his head, then suddenly paled further. Ianto reacted with lightening instincts, and had a wastebasket in his hands just in time
Ianto stroked his shoulder, making nonsense soothing noises, as Owen heaved.
When Owen lifted his head, Ianto was staring at him in horror.. "Oh god."
"What?" Owen wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and winced at the blood. "Fuck. Took four aspirin on a empty stomach.” He explained quickly. “Must have messed up my stomach lining.”
Both of his lovers looked doubtful.
“It's nothing, it'll hurt for a couple days, but I'm not dying. ...okay, I might get an ulcer, but I'll live."
"Coc-“ Ianto stopped himself. “Owen, you need to take better care of your self. you're no good to us like this.”
Owen snorted at the familiar words thrown back at him.
“Let us take care of you." Ianto said, half command, half request.
"I'm fine." He assured.
"You're using the dreaded F word. You're lucky I'm not calling an ambulance." Jack replied with some humor, as he rubbed Owen's tense shoulders.
Owen could smell the concern rolling off both of the men, and his empty stomach flopped over again.
Ianto moved the waste basket out of the way, and wrapped a gentle hand around Owen’s wrist, pulling him forward. "Come on. Lay back." Ianto ordered, shifting his position, and guiding Owen until he was laying on the floor with his head in Ianto’s lap.
"What? Yan, come on."
"No, lay down. Relax. Breathe with me. Come on, we've been meditating for months, you know what to do."
Owen sighed, but gave in, consciously relaxing into Ianto’s embrace, trying to match his breathing to the younger man’s.
---
The conference room faded and Ianto opened his eyes to find them in another world.
They had been meditating together for a little over two months now, and after a shaky start, it was working amazingly well. They’d figured out how to go to places other then the woods, and Jack used most of his meditation time recreating alien worlds for his lovers, with Ianto’s help.
Right now Ianto chose something calm, and quiet.
Ianto had envisioned a calm, peaceful lake . The deep blue water lapped gently against the shore, the trees swayed in the breeze, birds and animals chattered quietly in the background.
Ianto slowly ran his fingers though Owen's hair, as he leant back against the tree that grew up behind him. They were in the same position they'd been in the conference room. Owen's head pillowed in Ianto's lap.
Owen whimpered. "Still hurts,"
"Shhh, Coc O-. Hush love. It's okay, breathe. Close your eyes, relax. Listen to my voice. “ He reached out, feeling Owen’s pain and gently tried to unravel it, pushing it away from the other man.
“Picture a dial. It's your pain. Do you see it?" When Owen nodded Ianto continued. "It's turned all the way up, as far as it can go. Slowly, very slowly turn it down. Feel the pain slowly fade, melting away. Keep turning it down till the pain is all gone."
Ianto encouraged Owen, hand sliding down to rub his shoulders lightly, and repeating his instructions until he felt Owen's tense muscles relax, and his breathing slowed and deepened.
"Relax, just breathe. Let go of all your stress and worry, just let the peace and calm sink into you."
As Owen took his advice, Ianto sighed, lifting his head to stare up at the sky between the branches of the tree. Instead he saw Jack’s swamp lion, sprawled out on a thick limb, watching them. It waved a tentacle at him cheekily. Ianto shook his head and turned his attention back to Owen.
He let several minutes pass before he spoke again. "You can't let things get this bad. I know you just didn't want to worry or distract us, but we love you, and we don't want to see you in this kind of pain. What would you do if you found out I was hiding injuries from you?"
"Throttle you." Owen said instantly.
"Right. So why do you think we'd do anything else? You were nearly falling over!.You were vomiting blood, Owen!"
"That was from the aspirin."
"Which you should know better then to take four of on a empty stomach." Ianto scolded.
Owen sighed. "I know, I know. I was in pain and just wanted it to stop."
Ianto leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Which is why you need to tell us when you're hurt, so we can help you."
Owen opened his eyes and looked up at Ianto. "I know. It's just...with everything going on this week... I didn't want to-" Owen stopped and frowned staring into space. "I don't know, I didn't want to look weak. We're all under the same stress, but I'm the only one curled up in a ball of pain."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Owen if I didn't love you so much, I'd shoot you...”he paused, and admitted. “again. You idiot. Everyone reacts to stress differently. And we all have different jobs, different stresses. And don't think I don't know about you trying to control and weevils to keep me away from them. That can’t have helped your migraines."
Owen winced. "Is there anything you don't know about?"
"I have absolutely no idea about those dirty magazines you keep in your desk drawer, if that helps. Are you going to promise me you're not going to do this again? You're going to come to us when your hurting? Or am I going to have to worry I'm going to find you keeled over dead one of these days?"
"Oh don't be such a drama queen...fine. Yes I promise I'll tell you when I'm in pain, okay? Happy now?"
"Ecstatic." Ianto said dryly. "And just so you know I'm dragging you down to the autopsy bay for a check up when we wake up."
"Ianto! That's exactly why I didn't want to say anything! We're swamped! We don't have time for that."
"What we don't have time for is one of us getting sick to the point where we wind up in the hospital. We have time to take care of our health. And my I add again, vomiting blood! We're checking for internal bleeding." Ianto felt vaguely like he was a preschool teacher scolding a misbehaving toddler. Being that this was his lover he was talking to, that was a creepy feeling.
Owen rolled his own eyes. "Yes sir." He suddenly grinned. "You know, time passes differently in here... We have time for a quickie!"
Ianto laughed and carefully worked his way out from under Owen, stretching out beside him instead. He felt a soft thump as the swamp lion jumped out of the tree, padding over to flop down on their legs. “Remember what happened the last time we did that?”
“It was amazing?” Owen said hopefully.
“Granted. But I was so exhausted when we got back I couldn’t move for hours afterwards. Just because it doesn’t make you tired doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.” Ianto gave his lover a light kiss before settling down, sliding one arm over to rest possessively against his hip. “I think we do have time for a nap though.” He said, grinning at Owen’s grumble of annoyance
000
Jack sat next to the still forms of his lovers, his hearing focused on their hearts, eyes flickering over them in worry. He knew they'd been busy lately, but how could he have not noticed his lover was this sick? True, they hadn’t been around each other as much in the past few days, but they still spent the nights together. How long had he been having migraines? He seemed fine, if exhausted, last night.
Jack looked down as the wolverine made a pained noise and pressed against him. Sighing he reached over, scooping the small animal into his lap, petting and comforting it.
The dog pressed against his side, nuzzling both him and the wolverine in turn. Jack reached over and scratched the dogs ears with one hand as he cuddled the wolverine with the other.
"It'll be okay.” He reassured them. “Ianto'll fix it. He fixes everything."
The three of them sat like that, the wolverine slowly relaxing, the tension and pain draining from the small body.
After a long wait, the bodies pressing against him began to fade, with a last fain nuzzle from the dog, as the bodies in front of him stirred, and their heart rates speed up to a waking rate.
He leaned forward running his fingers though Owen's hair. Owen cautiously opened one eye, sighed and opened the other. "Feeling better?"
Owen paused, looking like he was thinking it over. "Yeah. Yeah I am."
Jack looked up to Ianto for confirmation, and the younger man nodded.
"Good. Now I can kill you without feeling guilty. Do not scare me like that!"
Owen sighed and sat up, briefly wincing and pressing a hand against his stomach. "I suppose now you're gonna lecture me too? I already got one in there, and he wouldn't even have a quickie with me after..."
"I'm not going to lecture you, I've known you long enough to know that does no good. I'm just going to tell you that if you ever do anything like this again, I will lock you in a cell for your own protection. You idiot." Jack pulled him forward and kissed him hard and fast.
Ianto sighed and pushed him self off the floor, holding out a hand to Owen. "Come on. Exam time. After that you're going to go lay down and get some rest. Don't argue with me, you look exhausted, you can't have been sleeping well lately."
"You are so fucking bossy..." Owen grumbled while he was pulled to his feet.
"Yes. Now move it." Ianto gave him an amused smirk and a small shove to the shoulder. “hup to.”
The three trooped out of the conference room, Jack taking a slight detour to explain the situation to Tosh and Gwen, while Ianto bullied Owen down into the autopsy bay.
Before he even made it over to the two women, a nearby computer started beeping, reporting another possible weevil sighting. Jack sighed.
“Once more, into the breach” He muttered, snagging a cup of cold coffee as he passed Owen’s desk.
It had been a solid week of the new weevils causing trouble, day and night. The cells were rapidly filling with them. Owen had been trying to control the weevils, to keep Ianto away from them. Every single new Weevil was pushing and shoving at his shields, and even though Ianto seemed to be handling it, Owen was not happy in the least.
It was all driving him insane, and despite the morning meditations Ianto still enforced, his stress levels were though the roof. His senses seemed to object to it too, and even when he wasn't wanting to curl into a tiny pathetic little ball of pain, his head still throbbed. Luckily everyone else was as busy and distracted as he was, and seemed not to notice. It probably helped that he was hiding in the autopsy bay.
Owen desperately just wanted to take some nice strong drugs and go lay down in a cool dark room for a while, but as Ianto liked to lecture him, he and Jack no longer mixed well with most drugs. He didn't feel like having a bad drug reaction on top of his migraine, and he just didn't have time to go nap. And crawling into bed whimpering would tip off the others that something was wrong.
He leaned over the autopsy table, pressing his forehead against the cool metal, trying to breathe slowly. God it hurt! He pushed him self up, hearing the others moving around. It was probably nearly time for meditation. Though Tosh and Gwen, lucky girls, were given a free pass to monitor the weevil activity, Ianto still expected both Jack and Owen to meditate with him in the mornings. He was fairly sure it was the only thing keeping Ianto sane this week.
Fucking great. Owen grabbed the bottle of aspirin and hissed seeing it was almost empty. He dry swallowed the last four pills, making a mental note to order more, and schooled his features to hide his pain as he headed up to the conference room.
Jack was already there, talking quietly to Ianto. He turned when Owen came in, giving him a dazzling smile, which quickly turned into a frown.
“You woke up before us again.”
"Wanted to get some work done." Owen muttered vaguely, heading towards the water pitcher on the table. He could feel Jack's eyes drilling into his back.
"And you went to bed after us. Owen are you feeling okay? You're not sleeping much lately." Jack cocked his head to the side and frowned. "And your heart rate is pretty high."
"S'fine. Too much coffee or something."
Jack ran a hand along Owen's neck. "Are you sure? You look pale."
God did Jack have to be in coddle mode now?! It was hard enough hiding the fact he wanted to go sob in a corner, throw up, then die. "I'm English. I'm always pale." Owen said lightly, pouring a glass of water and downing it quickly before settling down on the floor.
Ianto dropped down next to him, and frowned in concerned, pressing light fingers against his temples. "Coc Oen? What's wrong?"
Owen felt an unreasonable surge of anger and snarled sharply before he could stop him self. "Would you stop that?! Don't fucking call me that. Didn't think I could use fucking Google did you?”
Owen could still feel Ianto tracing circles against his skin, though his fingers trembled the tiniest bit.
“Been having a great laugh behind my back! Calling me 'Lambs cock'!" Owen laughed harshly, knowing he really should stop. "Whole time thinking it was one of your soppy terms of endearment, and you're insulting me to my face, you fucking Welsh bastard!"
Ianto made a soft, concerned noise. "It is a term of endearment... Owen, what's wrong? You're not acting like your self." He frowned in concentration, then winced violently. "Oh Owen..."
Owen felt a tingling at the back of his mind that felt almost like concern, and the feeling of cool water. That would be Ianto. Sometimes, if he tried hard enough, the younger man could leave impressions of emotions or physical sensations. Owen really shouldn’t have snapped at him.
"What?" Owen didn't think the innocent act would work, but he had to try.
"You're in pain..." Ianto said softly, stroking Owen's face. "You should be laying down love. And on pain killers."
Jack dropped to the floor next to them, looking deeply concerned. "Owen? Tell me what's wrong."
Owen sighed, giving up, and dropped his head to his knees. "Can't take anything. Really don't feel like adding weird drug reactions to my migraine. I took some aspirin. I'll live."
"Migraine? They make medications especially for migraines. Maybe we can run some tests and see if one of them is safe for you to take.” Ianto said softly, gently stroking Owen's hair. “At the very least you should go lay down in bed for a while."
"No time. Too much work to do. More weevils are popping up everyday. The cells are getting full, we're going to have to release some, or move into another level. And with how aggressive those ones are..." Owen groaned.
"We can handle things for a few hours.” Jack said. “Go lay down.”
Owen shook his head, then suddenly paled further. Ianto reacted with lightening instincts, and had a wastebasket in his hands just in time
Ianto stroked his shoulder, making nonsense soothing noises, as Owen heaved.
When Owen lifted his head, Ianto was staring at him in horror.. "Oh god."
"What?" Owen wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and winced at the blood. "Fuck. Took four aspirin on a empty stomach.” He explained quickly. “Must have messed up my stomach lining.”
Both of his lovers looked doubtful.
“It's nothing, it'll hurt for a couple days, but I'm not dying. ...okay, I might get an ulcer, but I'll live."
"Coc-“ Ianto stopped himself. “Owen, you need to take better care of your self. you're no good to us like this.”
Owen snorted at the familiar words thrown back at him.
“Let us take care of you." Ianto said, half command, half request.
"I'm fine." He assured.
"You're using the dreaded F word. You're lucky I'm not calling an ambulance." Jack replied with some humor, as he rubbed Owen's tense shoulders.
Owen could smell the concern rolling off both of the men, and his empty stomach flopped over again.
Ianto moved the waste basket out of the way, and wrapped a gentle hand around Owen’s wrist, pulling him forward. "Come on. Lay back." Ianto ordered, shifting his position, and guiding Owen until he was laying on the floor with his head in Ianto’s lap.
"What? Yan, come on."
"No, lay down. Relax. Breathe with me. Come on, we've been meditating for months, you know what to do."
Owen sighed, but gave in, consciously relaxing into Ianto’s embrace, trying to match his breathing to the younger man’s.
---
The conference room faded and Ianto opened his eyes to find them in another world.
They had been meditating together for a little over two months now, and after a shaky start, it was working amazingly well. They’d figured out how to go to places other then the woods, and Jack used most of his meditation time recreating alien worlds for his lovers, with Ianto’s help.
Right now Ianto chose something calm, and quiet.
Ianto had envisioned a calm, peaceful lake . The deep blue water lapped gently against the shore, the trees swayed in the breeze, birds and animals chattered quietly in the background.
Ianto slowly ran his fingers though Owen's hair, as he leant back against the tree that grew up behind him. They were in the same position they'd been in the conference room. Owen's head pillowed in Ianto's lap.
Owen whimpered. "Still hurts,"
"Shhh, Coc O-. Hush love. It's okay, breathe. Close your eyes, relax. Listen to my voice. “ He reached out, feeling Owen’s pain and gently tried to unravel it, pushing it away from the other man.
“Picture a dial. It's your pain. Do you see it?" When Owen nodded Ianto continued. "It's turned all the way up, as far as it can go. Slowly, very slowly turn it down. Feel the pain slowly fade, melting away. Keep turning it down till the pain is all gone."
Ianto encouraged Owen, hand sliding down to rub his shoulders lightly, and repeating his instructions until he felt Owen's tense muscles relax, and his breathing slowed and deepened.
"Relax, just breathe. Let go of all your stress and worry, just let the peace and calm sink into you."
As Owen took his advice, Ianto sighed, lifting his head to stare up at the sky between the branches of the tree. Instead he saw Jack’s swamp lion, sprawled out on a thick limb, watching them. It waved a tentacle at him cheekily. Ianto shook his head and turned his attention back to Owen.
He let several minutes pass before he spoke again. "You can't let things get this bad. I know you just didn't want to worry or distract us, but we love you, and we don't want to see you in this kind of pain. What would you do if you found out I was hiding injuries from you?"
"Throttle you." Owen said instantly.
"Right. So why do you think we'd do anything else? You were nearly falling over!.You were vomiting blood, Owen!"
"That was from the aspirin."
"Which you should know better then to take four of on a empty stomach." Ianto scolded.
Owen sighed. "I know, I know. I was in pain and just wanted it to stop."
Ianto leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Which is why you need to tell us when you're hurt, so we can help you."
Owen opened his eyes and looked up at Ianto. "I know. It's just...with everything going on this week... I didn't want to-" Owen stopped and frowned staring into space. "I don't know, I didn't want to look weak. We're all under the same stress, but I'm the only one curled up in a ball of pain."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Owen if I didn't love you so much, I'd shoot you...”he paused, and admitted. “again. You idiot. Everyone reacts to stress differently. And we all have different jobs, different stresses. And don't think I don't know about you trying to control and weevils to keep me away from them. That can’t have helped your migraines."
Owen winced. "Is there anything you don't know about?"
"I have absolutely no idea about those dirty magazines you keep in your desk drawer, if that helps. Are you going to promise me you're not going to do this again? You're going to come to us when your hurting? Or am I going to have to worry I'm going to find you keeled over dead one of these days?"
"Oh don't be such a drama queen...fine. Yes I promise I'll tell you when I'm in pain, okay? Happy now?"
"Ecstatic." Ianto said dryly. "And just so you know I'm dragging you down to the autopsy bay for a check up when we wake up."
"Ianto! That's exactly why I didn't want to say anything! We're swamped! We don't have time for that."
"What we don't have time for is one of us getting sick to the point where we wind up in the hospital. We have time to take care of our health. And my I add again, vomiting blood! We're checking for internal bleeding." Ianto felt vaguely like he was a preschool teacher scolding a misbehaving toddler. Being that this was his lover he was talking to, that was a creepy feeling.
Owen rolled his own eyes. "Yes sir." He suddenly grinned. "You know, time passes differently in here... We have time for a quickie!"
Ianto laughed and carefully worked his way out from under Owen, stretching out beside him instead. He felt a soft thump as the swamp lion jumped out of the tree, padding over to flop down on their legs. “Remember what happened the last time we did that?”
“It was amazing?” Owen said hopefully.
“Granted. But I was so exhausted when we got back I couldn’t move for hours afterwards. Just because it doesn’t make you tired doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.” Ianto gave his lover a light kiss before settling down, sliding one arm over to rest possessively against his hip. “I think we do have time for a nap though.” He said, grinning at Owen’s grumble of annoyance
000
Jack sat next to the still forms of his lovers, his hearing focused on their hearts, eyes flickering over them in worry. He knew they'd been busy lately, but how could he have not noticed his lover was this sick? True, they hadn’t been around each other as much in the past few days, but they still spent the nights together. How long had he been having migraines? He seemed fine, if exhausted, last night.
Jack looked down as the wolverine made a pained noise and pressed against him. Sighing he reached over, scooping the small animal into his lap, petting and comforting it.
The dog pressed against his side, nuzzling both him and the wolverine in turn. Jack reached over and scratched the dogs ears with one hand as he cuddled the wolverine with the other.
"It'll be okay.” He reassured them. “Ianto'll fix it. He fixes everything."
The three of them sat like that, the wolverine slowly relaxing, the tension and pain draining from the small body.
After a long wait, the bodies pressing against him began to fade, with a last fain nuzzle from the dog, as the bodies in front of him stirred, and their heart rates speed up to a waking rate.
He leaned forward running his fingers though Owen's hair. Owen cautiously opened one eye, sighed and opened the other. "Feeling better?"
Owen paused, looking like he was thinking it over. "Yeah. Yeah I am."
Jack looked up to Ianto for confirmation, and the younger man nodded.
"Good. Now I can kill you without feeling guilty. Do not scare me like that!"
Owen sighed and sat up, briefly wincing and pressing a hand against his stomach. "I suppose now you're gonna lecture me too? I already got one in there, and he wouldn't even have a quickie with me after..."
"I'm not going to lecture you, I've known you long enough to know that does no good. I'm just going to tell you that if you ever do anything like this again, I will lock you in a cell for your own protection. You idiot." Jack pulled him forward and kissed him hard and fast.
Ianto sighed and pushed him self off the floor, holding out a hand to Owen. "Come on. Exam time. After that you're going to go lay down and get some rest. Don't argue with me, you look exhausted, you can't have been sleeping well lately."
"You are so fucking bossy..." Owen grumbled while he was pulled to his feet.
"Yes. Now move it." Ianto gave him an amused smirk and a small shove to the shoulder. “hup to.”
The three trooped out of the conference room, Jack taking a slight detour to explain the situation to Tosh and Gwen, while Ianto bullied Owen down into the autopsy bay.
Before he even made it over to the two women, a nearby computer started beeping, reporting another possible weevil sighting. Jack sighed.
“Once more, into the breach” He muttered, snagging a cup of cold coffee as he passed Owen’s desk.