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The black SUV moved though the quiet suburb, Ianto at the wheel. Nervous energy hummed at the edge of Ianto’s brain, coming from himself as well as Tosh and Jack. It was never good when Weevils got into densely populated areas like this. Too much chance of a civilian getting hurt or killed. The only thing on their side was that it was the middle of the night, so no worries about children. At least he hoped not.
It didn't help either his or Jack’s nerves that for the first time in two and a half months Owen wasn't with them. He was fine, all things considered. After making the doctor run some tests on himself, Ianto was still worried about Owen's health and had in all honesty grounded him. The older man had puttered about the hub until just a few hours ago, when he had started wincing and Ianto had herded his lover up to Jack’s office, forcing him to take a nap on the couch.
Gwen was left back to baby sit, with orders to sedate him and strap him to the autopsy table if he didn't behave him self and rest. She was also providing support for the rest of the team.
"Ianto? Take a left at the next road. That's where the last sighting was reported." Gwen's voice came though the comms, directing them.
"Gwen? How's Owen?" Ianto questioned.
"He's fine. I have the CCTV up. He's resting on the couch in Jack's office. And yes I have the computer monitoring his vitals, he's fine." Gwen's tone of voice said she'd been repeating this information for quite a while now.
Ianto gave a small smile. "I'm sorry, I know I'm obsessing, I'm just not used to being away from him, and you didn't see how sick he looked..."
"I know sweetheart. It's okay. You love him. I'm keeping a close eye on him for you. Babysat all though my tweens and teens. I can handle Owen."
"Just as long as you don't handle Owen. He's not yours!" Jack cut in with a filthy grin, and Ianto reached out to lightly smack him in the side without taking his eyes off the road. Behind them Tosh let out a delicate snort before turning her attention back to her computers.
"Oh like I'd shag her anyway!" Owen muttered over his own comm, sounding grumpy and half asleep. “Well maybe if she brings coffee.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. Owen liked to pretend his whole affair with Gwen had never happened. Although he was fairly positive Owen hadn't actually retconned him self.
“It was just a joke Yan.” Owen said, as if sensing his lover’s expression.
“Joke?” Ianto tried to sound affronted. “How could you joke about something like that? I mean, I could see an office fling, but to let someone else make you coffee?”
“What about hot chocolate?” Owen asked.
“Hot chocolate’s fine.” Ianto replied, turning sharply as Jack pointed towards the right street. He pulled over to one side, putting the SUV into park.
"Okay boys, play time’s over, we're here.” Jack said quietly, professionalism coming to the fore, as they slid out. “Keep your eyes peeled for the weevil."
Ianto and Tosh paused when Jack held up and hand, and tilted his head listening. He pointed and started moving and they all followed.
Soon they heard the same thing Jack had. Growling, and then a shape stepped out of the darkness. The weevil was here, she was huge and she was mad. Ianto could feel it, her anger swirling around all of them. Without warning she lunged forward.
Jack threw him self at the weevil, his body slamming into her larger one, trying to knock her off balance so he could spray and subdue her.
She tossed him like a rag doll, and he crashed to the ground, straight into a mud puddle. Ianto winced.
Tosh aimed with her gun, not wanting to fire in such a densely populated area and bring notice, and not wanting to have to kill the weevil if they didn't have to. Ianto could feel the indecision rolling off of her. They knew from experience it would take far more than one bullet to eliminate the alien threat.
Ianto took a deep breath and concentrated on the Weevil, who was standing still, watching him. He reached out with his mind, giving her the most powerful shove he could without falling on his ass, figuring it would work on her like it did the others. To his surprise, it seemed to have no affect on her, and he felt a vicious jab at his shields in return. He gasped and stumbled back, tripping and hitting the ground, squelching into his own mud puddle.
Jack jumped to his feet and grabbed the weevil. Spinning her around, he hit her with the weevil spray. She roared in anger, and Ianto cried out in pain, falling back as he felt the weevil’s mind crash against his own. The weevil fell, and Jack fired a stun gun into her shoulder knocking her out.
Jack clamped on the cuffs and pushed her towards Tosh, before running over and sliding to his knees next to his lover, splattering them both with more mud. "Ianto? Are you okay?"
"Uh yes. I think so.” Ianto shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out. He put his hand up to his head, and yanked it back in disgust as he felt the mud plastering his hair down. “Uh- I just think my shields must have fallen or something. She- she hit them pretty hard.", he let Jack pull him to his feet.
Jack gave him a brief kiss then pulled back and tapped his comm. "Gwen? We got the weevil. Coming back now. Be warned though, things got a bit...messy."
"Are you okay? Was one of you hurt? Where’s Ianto?" Owen voice came over the comm sounding fully alert, and tense, firing off a rapid series of questions.
"No, nothing like that, it's just...mud. Lots of mud." Ianto chimed in.
"Don't fucking scare me like that! I'm supposed to be resting here!" Owen snapped, sounding more relieved, then angry.
"Sorry pookie." Jack shot Ianto an evil grin and an exaggerated wink.
"I hate you." Owen grumbled over the comm.
Gwen voice was filled with amusement. "We'll be waiting for you. Have the cell all ready and waiting for the new arrival. Last empty one on the block though. We're going to have to move down another level after this one."
Jack sighed. "Right. We'll be there in a few.."
While Jack talked to Owen and Gwen, Ianto had moved around him and taken the weevil from Tosh. When Jack finished the conversation, he motioned for the captain to take the other foot and they started dragging the weevil back to the SUV.
"I hope no one's looked out their windows.” Tosh said, scooping up the dropped weevil spray. “This will be rather awkward to explain."
"...gang member on PCP?" Jack offered.
"...we're got to stop having tv marathon nights...it's warping your fragile mind." Ianto muttered shaking his head.
"But I like Buffy...it's got a cute cast. Spike alone..."
"Jack, unless you want to sleep on the couch, shush."
"Owen's right. You are bossy."
Ianto silenced him with a glare, as they stuffed the weevil into the back, and Ianto retrieved a set of drop cloths, throwing one to Jack.
“Yes. Yes.” Ianto said, shuddering as he felt a glop of mud slide below his waistband. “Just don’t get the seats dirty.”
---
The three team members piled out of the SUV, Jack and Ianto covered head to toe in mud, while Tosh had escaped with only one small splatter on her shoe. Gwen and Owen were there waiting for them with a trolley. In the back the weevil was still unconscious, which Ianto was rather grateful for.
“What the hell happened to you two?” Owen asked, tossing Ianto a towel so he could at least get a head start on the muck. “You weren’t mud wrestling without me again were you?”
"Yes, Owen. We snuck off in the middle of the night to mud wrestle in a residential neighborhood. We took Tosh to hold up the round cards for us.” Ianto said, and then made a little sound of disgust as a trickle of mud ran out his ear.
He turned on Jack. “Okay you, strip off. We are not tracking this gunk though my clean hub." The Welshman ordered, starting to pull off his own filthy clothes.
Jack was already stark naked before he finished the sentence.
Ianto sighed. "Jack I meant the parts covered in mud. Not everything." He had off everything but his boxers, folding his clothes neatly on the concrete beside the SUV.
"Where's the fun in that?" Jack grinned playfully and ran a hand through his hair. He cheerfully smeared a handful of mud onto Owen’s cheek. Owen took this as a invitation to get naked too, and Ianto had to scramble to reach him in time. Cinching his belt back tightly, the younger man gave him a disapproving look, answered by a cheeky leer.
“Those are clean enough to last you until we get to the showers.” He said.
Gwen and Tosh giggled while helping Jack pull the weevil from the back of the SUV. They dumped her gently on the trolly.
"We'll get her down to the cells while you boys clean up.” Gwen said, very carefully looking Jack in the eye.
"Did I ever tell you guys about the time I was on a reality show?” Jack asked, slightly muffled by his shirt as Ianto used it to scrub at Jack’s mud covered hair.
“Naked in front of billions. The world was a more beautiful place that day." Jack reminisced.
"Yes Jack the entire universe has seen your arse. Get in the shower." Ianto dropped the shirt and shooed his lovers forward, following them closely, the woman trailing behind to enjoy the view.
It didn't help either his or Jack’s nerves that for the first time in two and a half months Owen wasn't with them. He was fine, all things considered. After making the doctor run some tests on himself, Ianto was still worried about Owen's health and had in all honesty grounded him. The older man had puttered about the hub until just a few hours ago, when he had started wincing and Ianto had herded his lover up to Jack’s office, forcing him to take a nap on the couch.
Gwen was left back to baby sit, with orders to sedate him and strap him to the autopsy table if he didn't behave him self and rest. She was also providing support for the rest of the team.
"Ianto? Take a left at the next road. That's where the last sighting was reported." Gwen's voice came though the comms, directing them.
"Gwen? How's Owen?" Ianto questioned.
"He's fine. I have the CCTV up. He's resting on the couch in Jack's office. And yes I have the computer monitoring his vitals, he's fine." Gwen's tone of voice said she'd been repeating this information for quite a while now.
Ianto gave a small smile. "I'm sorry, I know I'm obsessing, I'm just not used to being away from him, and you didn't see how sick he looked..."
"I know sweetheart. It's okay. You love him. I'm keeping a close eye on him for you. Babysat all though my tweens and teens. I can handle Owen."
"Just as long as you don't handle Owen. He's not yours!" Jack cut in with a filthy grin, and Ianto reached out to lightly smack him in the side without taking his eyes off the road. Behind them Tosh let out a delicate snort before turning her attention back to her computers.
"Oh like I'd shag her anyway!" Owen muttered over his own comm, sounding grumpy and half asleep. “Well maybe if she brings coffee.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. Owen liked to pretend his whole affair with Gwen had never happened. Although he was fairly positive Owen hadn't actually retconned him self.
“It was just a joke Yan.” Owen said, as if sensing his lover’s expression.
“Joke?” Ianto tried to sound affronted. “How could you joke about something like that? I mean, I could see an office fling, but to let someone else make you coffee?”
“What about hot chocolate?” Owen asked.
“Hot chocolate’s fine.” Ianto replied, turning sharply as Jack pointed towards the right street. He pulled over to one side, putting the SUV into park.
"Okay boys, play time’s over, we're here.” Jack said quietly, professionalism coming to the fore, as they slid out. “Keep your eyes peeled for the weevil."
Ianto and Tosh paused when Jack held up and hand, and tilted his head listening. He pointed and started moving and they all followed.
Soon they heard the same thing Jack had. Growling, and then a shape stepped out of the darkness. The weevil was here, she was huge and she was mad. Ianto could feel it, her anger swirling around all of them. Without warning she lunged forward.
Jack threw him self at the weevil, his body slamming into her larger one, trying to knock her off balance so he could spray and subdue her.
She tossed him like a rag doll, and he crashed to the ground, straight into a mud puddle. Ianto winced.
Tosh aimed with her gun, not wanting to fire in such a densely populated area and bring notice, and not wanting to have to kill the weevil if they didn't have to. Ianto could feel the indecision rolling off of her. They knew from experience it would take far more than one bullet to eliminate the alien threat.
Ianto took a deep breath and concentrated on the Weevil, who was standing still, watching him. He reached out with his mind, giving her the most powerful shove he could without falling on his ass, figuring it would work on her like it did the others. To his surprise, it seemed to have no affect on her, and he felt a vicious jab at his shields in return. He gasped and stumbled back, tripping and hitting the ground, squelching into his own mud puddle.
Jack jumped to his feet and grabbed the weevil. Spinning her around, he hit her with the weevil spray. She roared in anger, and Ianto cried out in pain, falling back as he felt the weevil’s mind crash against his own. The weevil fell, and Jack fired a stun gun into her shoulder knocking her out.
Jack clamped on the cuffs and pushed her towards Tosh, before running over and sliding to his knees next to his lover, splattering them both with more mud. "Ianto? Are you okay?"
"Uh yes. I think so.” Ianto shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out. He put his hand up to his head, and yanked it back in disgust as he felt the mud plastering his hair down. “Uh- I just think my shields must have fallen or something. She- she hit them pretty hard.", he let Jack pull him to his feet.
Jack gave him a brief kiss then pulled back and tapped his comm. "Gwen? We got the weevil. Coming back now. Be warned though, things got a bit...messy."
"Are you okay? Was one of you hurt? Where’s Ianto?" Owen voice came over the comm sounding fully alert, and tense, firing off a rapid series of questions.
"No, nothing like that, it's just...mud. Lots of mud." Ianto chimed in.
"Don't fucking scare me like that! I'm supposed to be resting here!" Owen snapped, sounding more relieved, then angry.
"Sorry pookie." Jack shot Ianto an evil grin and an exaggerated wink.
"I hate you." Owen grumbled over the comm.
Gwen voice was filled with amusement. "We'll be waiting for you. Have the cell all ready and waiting for the new arrival. Last empty one on the block though. We're going to have to move down another level after this one."
Jack sighed. "Right. We'll be there in a few.."
While Jack talked to Owen and Gwen, Ianto had moved around him and taken the weevil from Tosh. When Jack finished the conversation, he motioned for the captain to take the other foot and they started dragging the weevil back to the SUV.
"I hope no one's looked out their windows.” Tosh said, scooping up the dropped weevil spray. “This will be rather awkward to explain."
"...gang member on PCP?" Jack offered.
"...we're got to stop having tv marathon nights...it's warping your fragile mind." Ianto muttered shaking his head.
"But I like Buffy...it's got a cute cast. Spike alone..."
"Jack, unless you want to sleep on the couch, shush."
"Owen's right. You are bossy."
Ianto silenced him with a glare, as they stuffed the weevil into the back, and Ianto retrieved a set of drop cloths, throwing one to Jack.
“Yes. Yes.” Ianto said, shuddering as he felt a glop of mud slide below his waistband. “Just don’t get the seats dirty.”
---
The three team members piled out of the SUV, Jack and Ianto covered head to toe in mud, while Tosh had escaped with only one small splatter on her shoe. Gwen and Owen were there waiting for them with a trolley. In the back the weevil was still unconscious, which Ianto was rather grateful for.
“What the hell happened to you two?” Owen asked, tossing Ianto a towel so he could at least get a head start on the muck. “You weren’t mud wrestling without me again were you?”
"Yes, Owen. We snuck off in the middle of the night to mud wrestle in a residential neighborhood. We took Tosh to hold up the round cards for us.” Ianto said, and then made a little sound of disgust as a trickle of mud ran out his ear.
He turned on Jack. “Okay you, strip off. We are not tracking this gunk though my clean hub." The Welshman ordered, starting to pull off his own filthy clothes.
Jack was already stark naked before he finished the sentence.
Ianto sighed. "Jack I meant the parts covered in mud. Not everything." He had off everything but his boxers, folding his clothes neatly on the concrete beside the SUV.
"Where's the fun in that?" Jack grinned playfully and ran a hand through his hair. He cheerfully smeared a handful of mud onto Owen’s cheek. Owen took this as a invitation to get naked too, and Ianto had to scramble to reach him in time. Cinching his belt back tightly, the younger man gave him a disapproving look, answered by a cheeky leer.
“Those are clean enough to last you until we get to the showers.” He said.
Gwen and Tosh giggled while helping Jack pull the weevil from the back of the SUV. They dumped her gently on the trolly.
"We'll get her down to the cells while you boys clean up.” Gwen said, very carefully looking Jack in the eye.
"Did I ever tell you guys about the time I was on a reality show?” Jack asked, slightly muffled by his shirt as Ianto used it to scrub at Jack’s mud covered hair.
“Naked in front of billions. The world was a more beautiful place that day." Jack reminisced.
"Yes Jack the entire universe has seen your arse. Get in the shower." Ianto dropped the shirt and shooed his lovers forward, following them closely, the woman trailing behind to enjoy the view.
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