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Owen wandered back into Jack’s office in the early hours of the morning, clutching a thermos of instant coffee like a vile, if necessary lifeline.
He winced when he saw Ianto sitting on the floor, already dressed, feet hanging into the hole of their little room. Jack’s lion was pressed against his side, tentacles wrapped around the Welshman’s waist. They were both giving him decidedly displeased looks.
"Where did you go?" Ianto asked, though Owen had a good idea that Ianto already knew. Owen hid the thermos behind his back.
"Went to feed the weevils and check up on them. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be resting. But life can't come to a halt just because my head hurts. Weevil's still need to be fed, scans still need to be run."
Ianto continued to look at him. "And you're suddenly waking up before me, just out of your devotion to your work ethic?" He stroked the lion’s head, and Owen was reminded of a villain, petting his cat. The look Ianto was giving him, and the suit wasn’t helping.
Owen shrugged and dropped down next to him, feet dangling, head resting on Ianto's shoulder. One of the lions tentacles reached behind Ianto to pet at him, and Ianto wound an arm around his waist.
"Not like I haven't gotten up early before. I did make it though medical school and residency you know." Owen sighed and leaned into Ianto more. "They poke you."
"In residency?" Ianto asked, brows furrowing.
"The weevils. The weevils poke you." Owen shook his head. It was obviously still a little too early for the young Welshman
"Oh" Ianto murmured.
"Shoving them back hurts. I don't want you to have to do that." Owen lifted a hand to rub his own temple.
Ianto frowned down at him. "My headaches are mild and last a few minutes. You are getting migraines. The pain is coming back isn't it?"
Owen nodded, closing his eyes. "Yeah. Started a little while ago. Not revved all the way up, but I can feel it coming. I have no fucking clue what's bringing this on." He sighed, but felt waves of comfort being gently pushed towards him, dulling the sharp ache in his skull. Ianto made a small noise, encouraging him to continue.
"Okay, yeah, I'm under stress, but I've been under stress for years! Medical school, residency, working at A&E, fuck, working here! I've never had migraines before. I thrive under pressure."
Ianto's eyes drifted towards where he knew the weevils were. "And you say your migraines started around last week?"
"Yeah."
"Around when Marcia came?"
"Yes." Owen said slowly, wondering where the younger man was going with his line of thought.
"What's it feel like?"
"I- I don't know. It hurts. Like something jabbing into my brain. Not quite like when my vision's bothering me, that feels like knives stabbing though my eyeballs into my brain. This is more...the back of my brain? Smells, lights, sounds, tastes, everything suddenly revs up and I just wants to curl up and die. Everything keeps building and getting worse, though is all starts with the dull stabbing."
"It's the weevils." Ianto said. Sounding sure. "They're affecting you."
"But that makes no sense." Owen shook his head. "I don't have any psychic powers."
"No, but you've always been...connected to weevils somehow. You spend a lot of time when them, and you've been meditating for a while now. Maybe something's rubbed off, but that’s what’s causing your migraines. Same as they poke my shields." Ianto's jaw set and he glared towards the cells. The lion growled loudly, seemingly as angry as Ianto.
Owen reached over and stroked the lion, then Ianto. "My heroes. Protective. It's cute, really but pointless. What are you gonna do? Growl at them? I don't think glares affect weevils, and if what you're saying is true, and they can do this to me, I don't want to see what they can do to you."
Ianto shook his head, but Owen overrode him.
"I really, really don't want you in the room with that much psychic powers bouncing around. The new one is even worst the the rest."
Ianto kissed the top of his head. "Coc O- Owen go lay down with Jack."
"You can stop stopping doing that you know. I didn't mean it. I was in pain and...cranky. I'm sorry I said that stuff." Owen said catching his hand.
Ianto gave him a small smile. "It's alright. Just habit...it started when I wasn't all that...fond of you yet. I shouldn’t have kept using it. I’m sorry love."
"I don’t know." Owen gave Ianto a smirk. "I think I kinda deserve it sometimes."
Ianto smiled back "I can always come up with a new pet name. Pookie? Darling? Snookums? Babycakes? I'm sure I'll think of something."
Owen glared, looking vaguely queasy as Ianto ran though the names. "I hate you.."
"No you don't. You love me." Ianto gave him a cheeky grin, then gestured towards the room with his head. "Go on. You know Jack hates to sleep alone."
"How is he still asleep? Did you slip a sleeping pill into his coffee?"
"I think we wore him out last night. He is old you know." Ianto chuckled.
"I heard that. Aren't there laws against elder abuse?" Jack's voice, more asleep than awake, called up. Owen reached over to poke the lion that didn’t seem to be fading. Jack must have not been nearly awake enough.
"There should be laws against eavesdropping. We wouldn't have this problem if we had a actual flat, with actual rooms." Owen grumbled.
Ianto sighed. "That would be nice." he said wistfully.
Jack's voice still sounded asleep, and petulant. "Like my room. Is cosy. And convenient."
"Shush and go back to sleep. Owen go play teddy bear already. You know he doesn't sleep enough." Ianto expertly played them.
Owen glared and started climbing down the ladder. "You'd better not go down into the cells."
"Who me? Oh no. I'm going to go play with Myfanwy. She hasn't had enough cuddle time recently. She'll feel neglected."
"You are such a rotten lier." Owen grumbled while he curled up into Jack's side, Jack instantly wrapping around him. "Take OC with you. We might as well see how they act around you now."
Owen sighed as Ianto stood up, lion stretching and joining the Welshman. Stubborn bastard never listened.
He winced when he saw Ianto sitting on the floor, already dressed, feet hanging into the hole of their little room. Jack’s lion was pressed against his side, tentacles wrapped around the Welshman’s waist. They were both giving him decidedly displeased looks.
"Where did you go?" Ianto asked, though Owen had a good idea that Ianto already knew. Owen hid the thermos behind his back.
"Went to feed the weevils and check up on them. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be resting. But life can't come to a halt just because my head hurts. Weevil's still need to be fed, scans still need to be run."
Ianto continued to look at him. "And you're suddenly waking up before me, just out of your devotion to your work ethic?" He stroked the lion’s head, and Owen was reminded of a villain, petting his cat. The look Ianto was giving him, and the suit wasn’t helping.
Owen shrugged and dropped down next to him, feet dangling, head resting on Ianto's shoulder. One of the lions tentacles reached behind Ianto to pet at him, and Ianto wound an arm around his waist.
"Not like I haven't gotten up early before. I did make it though medical school and residency you know." Owen sighed and leaned into Ianto more. "They poke you."
"In residency?" Ianto asked, brows furrowing.
"The weevils. The weevils poke you." Owen shook his head. It was obviously still a little too early for the young Welshman
"Oh" Ianto murmured.
"Shoving them back hurts. I don't want you to have to do that." Owen lifted a hand to rub his own temple.
Ianto frowned down at him. "My headaches are mild and last a few minutes. You are getting migraines. The pain is coming back isn't it?"
Owen nodded, closing his eyes. "Yeah. Started a little while ago. Not revved all the way up, but I can feel it coming. I have no fucking clue what's bringing this on." He sighed, but felt waves of comfort being gently pushed towards him, dulling the sharp ache in his skull. Ianto made a small noise, encouraging him to continue.
"Okay, yeah, I'm under stress, but I've been under stress for years! Medical school, residency, working at A&E, fuck, working here! I've never had migraines before. I thrive under pressure."
Ianto's eyes drifted towards where he knew the weevils were. "And you say your migraines started around last week?"
"Yeah."
"Around when Marcia came?"
"Yes." Owen said slowly, wondering where the younger man was going with his line of thought.
"What's it feel like?"
"I- I don't know. It hurts. Like something jabbing into my brain. Not quite like when my vision's bothering me, that feels like knives stabbing though my eyeballs into my brain. This is more...the back of my brain? Smells, lights, sounds, tastes, everything suddenly revs up and I just wants to curl up and die. Everything keeps building and getting worse, though is all starts with the dull stabbing."
"It's the weevils." Ianto said. Sounding sure. "They're affecting you."
"But that makes no sense." Owen shook his head. "I don't have any psychic powers."
"No, but you've always been...connected to weevils somehow. You spend a lot of time when them, and you've been meditating for a while now. Maybe something's rubbed off, but that’s what’s causing your migraines. Same as they poke my shields." Ianto's jaw set and he glared towards the cells. The lion growled loudly, seemingly as angry as Ianto.
Owen reached over and stroked the lion, then Ianto. "My heroes. Protective. It's cute, really but pointless. What are you gonna do? Growl at them? I don't think glares affect weevils, and if what you're saying is true, and they can do this to me, I don't want to see what they can do to you."
Ianto shook his head, but Owen overrode him.
"I really, really don't want you in the room with that much psychic powers bouncing around. The new one is even worst the the rest."
Ianto kissed the top of his head. "Coc O- Owen go lay down with Jack."
"You can stop stopping doing that you know. I didn't mean it. I was in pain and...cranky. I'm sorry I said that stuff." Owen said catching his hand.
Ianto gave him a small smile. "It's alright. Just habit...it started when I wasn't all that...fond of you yet. I shouldn’t have kept using it. I’m sorry love."
"I don’t know." Owen gave Ianto a smirk. "I think I kinda deserve it sometimes."
Ianto smiled back "I can always come up with a new pet name. Pookie? Darling? Snookums? Babycakes? I'm sure I'll think of something."
Owen glared, looking vaguely queasy as Ianto ran though the names. "I hate you.."
"No you don't. You love me." Ianto gave him a cheeky grin, then gestured towards the room with his head. "Go on. You know Jack hates to sleep alone."
"How is he still asleep? Did you slip a sleeping pill into his coffee?"
"I think we wore him out last night. He is old you know." Ianto chuckled.
"I heard that. Aren't there laws against elder abuse?" Jack's voice, more asleep than awake, called up. Owen reached over to poke the lion that didn’t seem to be fading. Jack must have not been nearly awake enough.
"There should be laws against eavesdropping. We wouldn't have this problem if we had a actual flat, with actual rooms." Owen grumbled.
Ianto sighed. "That would be nice." he said wistfully.
Jack's voice still sounded asleep, and petulant. "Like my room. Is cosy. And convenient."
"Shush and go back to sleep. Owen go play teddy bear already. You know he doesn't sleep enough." Ianto expertly played them.
Owen glared and started climbing down the ladder. "You'd better not go down into the cells."
"Who me? Oh no. I'm going to go play with Myfanwy. She hasn't had enough cuddle time recently. She'll feel neglected."
"You are such a rotten lier." Owen grumbled while he curled up into Jack's side, Jack instantly wrapping around him. "Take OC with you. We might as well see how they act around you now."
Owen sighed as Ianto stood up, lion stretching and joining the Welshman. Stubborn bastard never listened.
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 05:05 am (UTC)*giggles because the image is too cute to deny*
*glares at Marcia* Stop hurting my boys. >=(
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Date: Friday, July 24th, 2009 10:42 am (UTC)