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dru_evilistaOwen sat, back pressed against Jack's chest, Jack's arms wrapped around him. Both of them had been sitting on the landing of the autopsy bay for an hour or more, watching Ianto. The younger man was stable now, but still deep in a drugged sleep.
"What are we going to do?” Jack asked. “What's going to happen when he wakes up? Is he going to freak out again? Are we going to have to keep drugging him?"
Owen shook his head. Sometimes he hated being the doctor. Everyone thought he had all the answers. "Even if we wanted to keep him drugged, that wouldn't be healthy. For a short time, yeah we can keep him sedated, but not forever."
“Maybe he’ll be okay.” Jack said uncertainly.
Owen snorted. “Jack, he killed nine weevils. With his mind. With. His. Mind. You’re not ‘okay’ after something like that. Hell, I’d be rocking in a corner wetting myself if it were me.”
Jack hugged Owen tighter. "Why can't anything in our lives ever be easy? I mean I don't expect us to be...normal. We're Torchwood after all, but why does one of us always wind up like this?" He gestured to Ianto. "And why is it always Ianto?!"
Owen gave a tired laugh. "Maybe he was Jack the Ripper in a past life? Karma’s catching up with him? I don't have a fucking clue. ...I just hope he doesn't explode our heads when he wakes up."
"Owen!"
"What?! You were thinking the same thing, you know it!" Owen had been thinking it. He knew Ianto would never hurt them, but if it turned out to be something he couldn’t control. So yeah, he had been thinking about it, and he knew Jack had been to
"...maybe." Jack's head thumped back against the wall. "Fuck. We're going to have to do something about those weevils."
"I still have to autopsy the fuckers. ...later. I'm kinda busy right now."
"Mm” Jack agreed. “I know, but Janet and Brad are still alive as far as we know, and they're down there. We're going to have to move them."
Owen glared up at the ceiling. "If you're going to make our lives hell, could you at least not give us so much work at the same time?" he asked. He wasn’t quite sure who he was talking to exactly. But he was pretty sure he really, really hated them at the moment.
000
Gwen hummed quietly under her breath as she entered the tourist office. Ianto wasn't there, but now days that wasn't that odd. More often than not she could find him in the little kitchenette. He spent a lot more time downstairs with Jack and Owen, and breakfasts had started to be pushed back, giving the rest of the team to arrive to join in on the morning meal. It was starting to get scarily domestic.
She pushed the button to open the hidden door and headed down, still humming the cheerful beat of the song she'd been listening to on the drive to work. Maybe she could coerce Ianto into piping the song through on the hub speakers later. She was sure she had it on her ipod.
As soon as she entered the hub she felt a chill. Something was wrong. "Jack? Owen? Ianto?" She called slowly, walking up the steps towards Jack's office, dropping her things at her desk on her way.
"Down here." Jack voice was quiet and his tone of voice frightened her. She turned and headed back towards the autopsy bay. She subconsciously looked around for something that could be used as a weapon.
Gwen walked around the corner onto the ledge and froze. Ianto lay on the autopsy table, still and motionless. If it wasn't for the steady beeping of the heart monitor she'd have thought him dead. Jack and Owen were curled around each other, sitting on the steps watching Ianto.
"What happened? Is Ianto alright? Oh god, don't tell me a weevil-"
“No.” Owen shook his head sharply. "Psychic thing. Weevils attacked him psychically. He...returned the favor."
Jack looked up, not loosening his hold on Owen. "When Tosh gets in, we're going to need the two of you to move Janet and Brad down a level, and turn the temperature controls down. We're not going to be moving from here for a while, and we don't want the bodies to start rotting."
"Need to autopsy them first." Owen muttered leaning further into Jack.
"...body?" Gwen questioned hesitantly, feeling her head spin. Was it really possible that Ianto could have done that?
"Bodies. Plural. Nine of them.. Ianto killed them. Bastards attacked him, and he lashed out in self defense.”
“How?”
“Uh. from what we saw from OC's footage it wasn't pretty. I'll know the exact cause of death when I can get to the autopsies. For now, lets say.. blood loss." Owen seemed to pick a cause at random.
Gwen paled.
"Oh” Jack warned. “Don’t go in the bathroom. OC’s locked in there. He’s frantic but all he’s doing is an endless loop from the cells.” Jack had to chase the little orbit camera all over the hub before he could corner it, and get it locked away.
Owen rubbed his face and got up to check Ianto again.
"Do you want me to make some coffee maybe?" Gwen asked gently. It wasn’t much, but both men looked haggard. If anyone needed a strong cup of coffee it was those two.
Jack shot her a tired, grateful smile. "Yeah thanks, that would be great, Gwen."
"You're a lifesaver." Owen murmured, eyes fixed on Ianto. “2 creams, 4 sugars. Shot of whiskey. Ta.”
Gwen hesitated. “He’ll be okay, though?”
She waited for a moment, but neither Jack or Owen said anything. She nodded her head sadly and jogged off to get the coffee brewing for them.
"What are we going to do?” Jack asked. “What's going to happen when he wakes up? Is he going to freak out again? Are we going to have to keep drugging him?"
Owen shook his head. Sometimes he hated being the doctor. Everyone thought he had all the answers. "Even if we wanted to keep him drugged, that wouldn't be healthy. For a short time, yeah we can keep him sedated, but not forever."
“Maybe he’ll be okay.” Jack said uncertainly.
Owen snorted. “Jack, he killed nine weevils. With his mind. With. His. Mind. You’re not ‘okay’ after something like that. Hell, I’d be rocking in a corner wetting myself if it were me.”
Jack hugged Owen tighter. "Why can't anything in our lives ever be easy? I mean I don't expect us to be...normal. We're Torchwood after all, but why does one of us always wind up like this?" He gestured to Ianto. "And why is it always Ianto?!"
Owen gave a tired laugh. "Maybe he was Jack the Ripper in a past life? Karma’s catching up with him? I don't have a fucking clue. ...I just hope he doesn't explode our heads when he wakes up."
"Owen!"
"What?! You were thinking the same thing, you know it!" Owen had been thinking it. He knew Ianto would never hurt them, but if it turned out to be something he couldn’t control. So yeah, he had been thinking about it, and he knew Jack had been to
"...maybe." Jack's head thumped back against the wall. "Fuck. We're going to have to do something about those weevils."
"I still have to autopsy the fuckers. ...later. I'm kinda busy right now."
"Mm” Jack agreed. “I know, but Janet and Brad are still alive as far as we know, and they're down there. We're going to have to move them."
Owen glared up at the ceiling. "If you're going to make our lives hell, could you at least not give us so much work at the same time?" he asked. He wasn’t quite sure who he was talking to exactly. But he was pretty sure he really, really hated them at the moment.
000
Gwen hummed quietly under her breath as she entered the tourist office. Ianto wasn't there, but now days that wasn't that odd. More often than not she could find him in the little kitchenette. He spent a lot more time downstairs with Jack and Owen, and breakfasts had started to be pushed back, giving the rest of the team to arrive to join in on the morning meal. It was starting to get scarily domestic.
She pushed the button to open the hidden door and headed down, still humming the cheerful beat of the song she'd been listening to on the drive to work. Maybe she could coerce Ianto into piping the song through on the hub speakers later. She was sure she had it on her ipod.
As soon as she entered the hub she felt a chill. Something was wrong. "Jack? Owen? Ianto?" She called slowly, walking up the steps towards Jack's office, dropping her things at her desk on her way.
"Down here." Jack voice was quiet and his tone of voice frightened her. She turned and headed back towards the autopsy bay. She subconsciously looked around for something that could be used as a weapon.
Gwen walked around the corner onto the ledge and froze. Ianto lay on the autopsy table, still and motionless. If it wasn't for the steady beeping of the heart monitor she'd have thought him dead. Jack and Owen were curled around each other, sitting on the steps watching Ianto.
"What happened? Is Ianto alright? Oh god, don't tell me a weevil-"
“No.” Owen shook his head sharply. "Psychic thing. Weevils attacked him psychically. He...returned the favor."
Jack looked up, not loosening his hold on Owen. "When Tosh gets in, we're going to need the two of you to move Janet and Brad down a level, and turn the temperature controls down. We're not going to be moving from here for a while, and we don't want the bodies to start rotting."
"Need to autopsy them first." Owen muttered leaning further into Jack.
"...body?" Gwen questioned hesitantly, feeling her head spin. Was it really possible that Ianto could have done that?
"Bodies. Plural. Nine of them.. Ianto killed them. Bastards attacked him, and he lashed out in self defense.”
“How?”
“Uh. from what we saw from OC's footage it wasn't pretty. I'll know the exact cause of death when I can get to the autopsies. For now, lets say.. blood loss." Owen seemed to pick a cause at random.
Gwen paled.
"Oh” Jack warned. “Don’t go in the bathroom. OC’s locked in there. He’s frantic but all he’s doing is an endless loop from the cells.” Jack had to chase the little orbit camera all over the hub before he could corner it, and get it locked away.
Owen rubbed his face and got up to check Ianto again.
"Do you want me to make some coffee maybe?" Gwen asked gently. It wasn’t much, but both men looked haggard. If anyone needed a strong cup of coffee it was those two.
Jack shot her a tired, grateful smile. "Yeah thanks, that would be great, Gwen."
"You're a lifesaver." Owen murmured, eyes fixed on Ianto. “2 creams, 4 sugars. Shot of whiskey. Ta.”
Gwen hesitated. “He’ll be okay, though?”
She waited for a moment, but neither Jack or Owen said anything. She nodded her head sadly and jogged off to get the coffee brewing for them.
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Date: Sunday, July 26th, 2009 11:57 pm (UTC)