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dru_evilistaJack watched Owen as the doctor moved around the autopsy bay restlessly, pacing while hovering near Ianto, checking monitors, changing IVs, anything he could think of to stay close to the unconscious Welshman. Owen never could handle a crisis sitting down.
Beside him the pink swamp lion gave Jack a questioning ‘mrowr’, head butting his shoulder lightly. Jack gave the animal a small smile and stroked the purple tentacles. He didn’t really know why the lion was still there, despite the fact that Jack was fully awake, but it had been a constant companion and he was grateful for the comfort.
His eyes drifted over to Ianto again, hearing focused on the slow steady thumping of his heart. The young man had been sedated for hours now. Owen thought he would be waking up soon, but no one could predict how he would react. The whole team was on pins and needles, dreading the inevitable. Jack wished Ianto would just wake up.
As if on cue Ianto’s heart rate sped up.
"Owen." Jack warned, pulling himself up and wincing as his body objected. He couldn’t remember the last time he had stayed so still for so long. He moved over to Ianto's side as the younger man started to wake.
"Mmpf. Jack? Owen? What?" Ianto murmured, brow wrinkled in confusion. His eyes were glazed slightly as the last of the sedative filtered out of his system.
"Dear lord you two look awful.” Ianto muttered. “We've really got to start going to bed earlier. Why don't I go get you both a tea." Ianto tried to sit up and frowned at the two sets of hands pushing him back down. Jack watched as Ianto’s eyes slid down, taking in the IV stuck in the back of his hand, and the blanket covered metal under his fingers. "Why are we in here? ...did something happen?"
Jack tried to smile reassuringly at Ianto, before turning frantic eyes towards Owen. He saw the same fear in Owen’s face, quickly pushed behind a front of concerned professionalism. Owen shook his head slightly, warning Jack to be careful.
"Ianto, luv?" The doctor pulled out a pen-torch and started flashing it in Ianto's eyes checking his pupils. "does your head hurt? Blurred vision? Dizzy, nausea, vision changes, anything?" Owen questioned rapidly.
Ianto looked concerned, and vaguely annoyed. He swatted Owen's hand out of his face. "No, no I’m fine. What's going on? What happened?" He pushed him upright, frowning at both of his lovers. "an accident? The rift?"
"Uh... we're investigating it right now. Don’t worry. Just lay back down, and let me run some scans. We'll tell you more, when we know what's going on." Owen ordered pushing him back down.
"Owen!"
"Shush. Doctor's orders." Owen muttered grabbing some scanning equipment.
"I really don't think-" Ianto argued, giving them both a slightly fuzzy glares, and Jack momentarily offended. He hadn’t even said anything. "Owen, seriously, tell me- am I dying or something?"
"NO! Nothing like that. Now shut up and lay still...quietly. You’ll be fine." Owen growled, sounding as shook up as Jack felt.
Needing something to do, Jack smoothed down the blankets covering Ianto, fussing with the wrinkles. A soft laugh from Ianto startled him, and the younger man reached out, taking Jack’s hand in his, careful of the IV line.
"Don’t look so worried Jack. Owen said we’ll be fine."
---
Ianto was past the groggy floating feeling that came with sedatives, and was fully into the confused and annoyed stage. Owen and Jack were still refusing to tell him anything. Owen had decided that it would be best for him to remember on his own. He he'd tried to get something off Owen's mind, reading between the lines of concern and worry. Owen had yelped and dived half way across the room, eyes as wide as dinner plates.
Ianto didn't know what had happened, but clearly something had, and it was bad. His head hurt, the world tipping slightly when he tried to move his head, and little electric shocks fired randomly through his body, keeping him on the very edge of pain, not letting him tip over either way.
Ianto had sent Jack off awhile ago, disguised as a plea for a peppermint hot chocolate, that Owen had grudgingly okayed. He loved Jack, but the man was lousy with sick people. The hovering, and panicked faces were just making Ianto feel more tense, so he'd sent his lover off, while Owen continued to poke, prod, and scan him.
Tosh popped her head around the corner. "Is it okay to come in?"
"Yeah, come on." Owen muttered, not looking up from the test results he was studying, reading over the top of the sunglasses that had been pushed down to the tip of his nose.
Tosh came the rest of the way in, and walked down the stairs to stand over Ianto, OC bobbing along timidly behind her. "Hey, Ianto. How are you feeling?"
"Annoyed." Ianto said cutting his eyes to the back of Owen's head. "He hasn’t run out of tests yet. Have a bit of a headache...kind of weird actually. Sort of...distant. Like...I don't know a phantom pain in a leg that's been cut off?" Ianto blinked at the stream of thought. Maybe the drugs hadn’t quite worn off. "But that doesn't make sense, does it? Mostly I'm bored. Owen refuses to let me up, or even tell me what's wrong."
"I told you, I'd tell you something when we have more information."
Tosh smiled brightly, showing far too many teeth, looking strained. Even without trying, he could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. "Well I bought someone to help cheer you up. OC's going to keep you entertained. He's downloaded a bunch of movies to play back for you."
Owen growled and Ianto shot him a concerned look. He was glaring at the bobbing camera, gripping the edge of his desk. That was odd. Owen and OC had been on quite friendly terms since he'd gotten used to the alien orbital camera, even tried to convince it to override Ianto’s “no porn” directive.
Tosh kept smiling. "Yes, OC's all ready to keep you happy and entertained for hours."
OC beeped and chirped at Ianto anxiously, and he smiled, fondly reaching up to stroke the robot. Despite him self he'd become rather attached to the little guy. He frowned slightly at the newest dent. Could he have forgotten that too?
Owen muttered darkly and spun his back on them, radiating fear, worry, and anger. Out of habit and instinct, Ianto reached out and tried to calm and comfort Owen. Owen jumped at his mental touch.
Ianto was starting to get scared.
"Alright, so OC, why don't you play something for Ianto, alright?" Tosh’s cheerfulness was forced.
The camera chirped cheerfully and turned, projecting a holographic version of The Maltese Falcon, fast forwarding to where it had been paused earlier. the soundtrack echoed around them oddly.
Ianto tried to focus on the movie, but his thoughts drifted. He couldn't get his mind off what was going on. Clearly something had happened to him, but what? And why was Owen so jumpy and tense every time Ianto tried to reach out to him?
By the time the second movie ended, The African Queen this time, OC must have been on a Bogart kick, he was feeling slightly drowsy. Pain still flickered against his nerve endings, waking him up as soon as he closed his eyes. Owen had come to stand over him, and started unhooking the monitors. "Alright, up you go."
"Really? You're setting me free?" Ianto asked, thrilled, as he sat up. He shook his head
"Well not free. You're on bed rest. ...a real bed. I'm taking you back to my flat, to get some rest for a while." Owen said as he pulled the IV out of the back of Ianto's hand, pressing a plaster over the tiny hole.
"What?!" Jack bellowed, appearing at the door way of the autopsy room. He had been occupied, thankfully, with an alien sighting over Splott, popping in occasionally to check in on them, and comment on whatever scene was playing.
"When did you decide this?!" Jack asked, crossing his arms.
"He's not staying in the POW camp after- he's just not. We're all going to be staying in my flat for the foreseeable future. If you don't like it, feel free to stay in your cold, lonely hole in the ground. Alone." Owen put his foot down.
Jack opened his mouth to argue and Owen cut him off. "Though be aware I'm taking all your personal possessions hostage. If you want to see them, and us again, you'd better come along quietly." the doctor said lightly, while he moved the medical equipment back out of the way, and helped Ianto down off the table.
Jack pouted playfully. "Why do you hate my room so much? It's nice. It's cozy, and it's convenient."
"My flat is about five a minute walk away. It's not that sodding far! If the world is going to end in a two minutes it takes to run here, then there's already nothing we can do to stop it, and at least we’ll spend our last few minutes in a comfortable bed. Now start packing!"
Ianto smiled at the look of shock on Jack’s face. He wanted to stop and grill Owen on what was going on, what was the matter, what the bloody hell had happened to him, but frankly he wanted to be out of the hub, more then he wanted to know at the moment.
He didn’t mind Jack’s bedroom. Not really. But he didn’t want to stay here. Not now. So he kept quiet, and headed towards the locker room, trailed by Jack and Owen.
Beside him the pink swamp lion gave Jack a questioning ‘mrowr’, head butting his shoulder lightly. Jack gave the animal a small smile and stroked the purple tentacles. He didn’t really know why the lion was still there, despite the fact that Jack was fully awake, but it had been a constant companion and he was grateful for the comfort.
His eyes drifted over to Ianto again, hearing focused on the slow steady thumping of his heart. The young man had been sedated for hours now. Owen thought he would be waking up soon, but no one could predict how he would react. The whole team was on pins and needles, dreading the inevitable. Jack wished Ianto would just wake up.
As if on cue Ianto’s heart rate sped up.
"Owen." Jack warned, pulling himself up and wincing as his body objected. He couldn’t remember the last time he had stayed so still for so long. He moved over to Ianto's side as the younger man started to wake.
"Mmpf. Jack? Owen? What?" Ianto murmured, brow wrinkled in confusion. His eyes were glazed slightly as the last of the sedative filtered out of his system.
"Dear lord you two look awful.” Ianto muttered. “We've really got to start going to bed earlier. Why don't I go get you both a tea." Ianto tried to sit up and frowned at the two sets of hands pushing him back down. Jack watched as Ianto’s eyes slid down, taking in the IV stuck in the back of his hand, and the blanket covered metal under his fingers. "Why are we in here? ...did something happen?"
Jack tried to smile reassuringly at Ianto, before turning frantic eyes towards Owen. He saw the same fear in Owen’s face, quickly pushed behind a front of concerned professionalism. Owen shook his head slightly, warning Jack to be careful.
"Ianto, luv?" The doctor pulled out a pen-torch and started flashing it in Ianto's eyes checking his pupils. "does your head hurt? Blurred vision? Dizzy, nausea, vision changes, anything?" Owen questioned rapidly.
Ianto looked concerned, and vaguely annoyed. He swatted Owen's hand out of his face. "No, no I’m fine. What's going on? What happened?" He pushed him upright, frowning at both of his lovers. "an accident? The rift?"
"Uh... we're investigating it right now. Don’t worry. Just lay back down, and let me run some scans. We'll tell you more, when we know what's going on." Owen ordered pushing him back down.
"Owen!"
"Shush. Doctor's orders." Owen muttered grabbing some scanning equipment.
"I really don't think-" Ianto argued, giving them both a slightly fuzzy glares, and Jack momentarily offended. He hadn’t even said anything. "Owen, seriously, tell me- am I dying or something?"
"NO! Nothing like that. Now shut up and lay still...quietly. You’ll be fine." Owen growled, sounding as shook up as Jack felt.
Needing something to do, Jack smoothed down the blankets covering Ianto, fussing with the wrinkles. A soft laugh from Ianto startled him, and the younger man reached out, taking Jack’s hand in his, careful of the IV line.
"Don’t look so worried Jack. Owen said we’ll be fine."
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Ianto was past the groggy floating feeling that came with sedatives, and was fully into the confused and annoyed stage. Owen and Jack were still refusing to tell him anything. Owen had decided that it would be best for him to remember on his own. He he'd tried to get something off Owen's mind, reading between the lines of concern and worry. Owen had yelped and dived half way across the room, eyes as wide as dinner plates.
Ianto didn't know what had happened, but clearly something had, and it was bad. His head hurt, the world tipping slightly when he tried to move his head, and little electric shocks fired randomly through his body, keeping him on the very edge of pain, not letting him tip over either way.
Ianto had sent Jack off awhile ago, disguised as a plea for a peppermint hot chocolate, that Owen had grudgingly okayed. He loved Jack, but the man was lousy with sick people. The hovering, and panicked faces were just making Ianto feel more tense, so he'd sent his lover off, while Owen continued to poke, prod, and scan him.
Tosh popped her head around the corner. "Is it okay to come in?"
"Yeah, come on." Owen muttered, not looking up from the test results he was studying, reading over the top of the sunglasses that had been pushed down to the tip of his nose.
Tosh came the rest of the way in, and walked down the stairs to stand over Ianto, OC bobbing along timidly behind her. "Hey, Ianto. How are you feeling?"
"Annoyed." Ianto said cutting his eyes to the back of Owen's head. "He hasn’t run out of tests yet. Have a bit of a headache...kind of weird actually. Sort of...distant. Like...I don't know a phantom pain in a leg that's been cut off?" Ianto blinked at the stream of thought. Maybe the drugs hadn’t quite worn off. "But that doesn't make sense, does it? Mostly I'm bored. Owen refuses to let me up, or even tell me what's wrong."
"I told you, I'd tell you something when we have more information."
Tosh smiled brightly, showing far too many teeth, looking strained. Even without trying, he could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. "Well I bought someone to help cheer you up. OC's going to keep you entertained. He's downloaded a bunch of movies to play back for you."
Owen growled and Ianto shot him a concerned look. He was glaring at the bobbing camera, gripping the edge of his desk. That was odd. Owen and OC had been on quite friendly terms since he'd gotten used to the alien orbital camera, even tried to convince it to override Ianto’s “no porn” directive.
Tosh kept smiling. "Yes, OC's all ready to keep you happy and entertained for hours."
OC beeped and chirped at Ianto anxiously, and he smiled, fondly reaching up to stroke the robot. Despite him self he'd become rather attached to the little guy. He frowned slightly at the newest dent. Could he have forgotten that too?
Owen muttered darkly and spun his back on them, radiating fear, worry, and anger. Out of habit and instinct, Ianto reached out and tried to calm and comfort Owen. Owen jumped at his mental touch.
Ianto was starting to get scared.
"Alright, so OC, why don't you play something for Ianto, alright?" Tosh’s cheerfulness was forced.
The camera chirped cheerfully and turned, projecting a holographic version of The Maltese Falcon, fast forwarding to where it had been paused earlier. the soundtrack echoed around them oddly.
Ianto tried to focus on the movie, but his thoughts drifted. He couldn't get his mind off what was going on. Clearly something had happened to him, but what? And why was Owen so jumpy and tense every time Ianto tried to reach out to him?
By the time the second movie ended, The African Queen this time, OC must have been on a Bogart kick, he was feeling slightly drowsy. Pain still flickered against his nerve endings, waking him up as soon as he closed his eyes. Owen had come to stand over him, and started unhooking the monitors. "Alright, up you go."
"Really? You're setting me free?" Ianto asked, thrilled, as he sat up. He shook his head
"Well not free. You're on bed rest. ...a real bed. I'm taking you back to my flat, to get some rest for a while." Owen said as he pulled the IV out of the back of Ianto's hand, pressing a plaster over the tiny hole.
"What?!" Jack bellowed, appearing at the door way of the autopsy room. He had been occupied, thankfully, with an alien sighting over Splott, popping in occasionally to check in on them, and comment on whatever scene was playing.
"When did you decide this?!" Jack asked, crossing his arms.
"He's not staying in the POW camp after- he's just not. We're all going to be staying in my flat for the foreseeable future. If you don't like it, feel free to stay in your cold, lonely hole in the ground. Alone." Owen put his foot down.
Jack opened his mouth to argue and Owen cut him off. "Though be aware I'm taking all your personal possessions hostage. If you want to see them, and us again, you'd better come along quietly." the doctor said lightly, while he moved the medical equipment back out of the way, and helped Ianto down off the table.
Jack pouted playfully. "Why do you hate my room so much? It's nice. It's cozy, and it's convenient."
"My flat is about five a minute walk away. It's not that sodding far! If the world is going to end in a two minutes it takes to run here, then there's already nothing we can do to stop it, and at least we’ll spend our last few minutes in a comfortable bed. Now start packing!"
Ianto smiled at the look of shock on Jack’s face. He wanted to stop and grill Owen on what was going on, what was the matter, what the bloody hell had happened to him, but frankly he wanted to be out of the hub, more then he wanted to know at the moment.
He didn’t mind Jack’s bedroom. Not really. But he didn’t want to stay here. Not now. So he kept quiet, and headed towards the locker room, trailed by Jack and Owen.
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Date: Friday, July 31st, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)Aww. Poor Iant has no idea what's going on and Owen's jumpy. *pets both*
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Date: Friday, July 31st, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)I think we'd all be a bit jumpy if our boyfriend blew up a heard of weevils with his mind...