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dru_evilistaThey lay like that, not asleep, but enjoying the peaceful quiet, and each other’s company. Once it became apparent that Ianto wasn’t planning, or wasn’t able to, sleep, Jack started pointing out stars he could name, telling outrageous stories about adventures he had on the planets that circled him.
Jack had just wrapped up an inricate, mostly true tale, about the time he had been accidently sold as a designer pet to a group of tentacled, but strangely alluring, Thuriens.
Ianto's watch started beeping and Ianto stirred, his head lifting off of Jack’s chest. Ianto had set his watch to remind him of the feeding schedule for the hub’s inhabitants, though he usually already had food in hand by the time it ever went off. They always had a last meal at 10:00 pm, or else he would be in danger of the weevils eating their boiler suits by breakfast.
"That late?" Ianto murmered. "Feeding time at the zoo. I should run to the hub and back. You stay here. I shouldn't be more then ten-fifteen minutes maybe."
Jack tensed and tightened his arm around Ianto to keep him from getting up. "No. It's okay. Everyone knows you're out sick, they'll handle it. Owen’s still there"
"The weevils are used to me. Janet and Brad are stressed out enough as it is, with those rowdy new one, we shouldn't switch up their schedule anymore than necessary."
"No."
"Jack! I need to feed the weevils!" Ianto tried to squirm away, pushing at Jack’s chest.
"Ianto its okay, you don't need to worry about it..."
"Of course I do..of course. It's my job, Jack." Jack heard Ianto’s heart rate increase, could hear the hint of panic in his voice.
"No Ianto. It’s okay"
"Jack, why don't I need to worry about the weevils?"
Jack sucked in a breath, feeling his own panic rising. What the hell was he supposed to do? Come out and tell Ianto? Let him keep getting more and more scared? He rubbed Ianto’s back, pressing his shaking hand firmly against Ianto’s warm skin.
"Jack, please let me go feed the weevils." Ianto's voice sounded small and pitiful, and his heart was racing like a terrified rabbit. The hands that had been pushing him away were now tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Ianto..."
"Oh." The younger man whispered.
"Ianto." Jack repeated, feeling helpless.
"Oh. Oh my god. I was down there. I was with them. I was...I was trying to talk to them and...oh god!" Ianto jerked away from Jack, bolting upright in the bed, the blood draining from his face.
"Ianto, it's not your fault. They were attacking you. They almost killed you!" Jack reached out, pulling Ianto towards him as the younger man tried to flinch away. He tucked Ianto’s head to his shoulder, rubbing his fingers gently over the nape of Ianto’s neck.
"I- I killed them! Oh...I- their heads! The blood! So much blood! I did that!" he pulled away again, reaching to scrub at the tears on his cheeks.
Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand firmly and looked into his eyes. "It's not. Your. Fault." Jack said slowly. "Ianto please. Please believe me. I know you. There's no way you would have done something like that if it was under your control. You're the victim here."
Ianto whimpered and curled in on him self, hugging his knees, trying to become as small as possible. "Oh god. I can't control it. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t know I could. I could do it again! I could kill someone else!"
Jack made soft crooning noises at Ianto and reached out, running his hand though the younger man’s hair. He tried to move closer, but Ianto flinched away, teetering on the edge of the mattress. Jack kept his distance. "It's okay. You're going to be okay sweetheart. I'll make this okay. I'll do everything I can to make this okay."
Jack had just wrapped up an inricate, mostly true tale, about the time he had been accidently sold as a designer pet to a group of tentacled, but strangely alluring, Thuriens.
Ianto's watch started beeping and Ianto stirred, his head lifting off of Jack’s chest. Ianto had set his watch to remind him of the feeding schedule for the hub’s inhabitants, though he usually already had food in hand by the time it ever went off. They always had a last meal at 10:00 pm, or else he would be in danger of the weevils eating their boiler suits by breakfast.
"That late?" Ianto murmered. "Feeding time at the zoo. I should run to the hub and back. You stay here. I shouldn't be more then ten-fifteen minutes maybe."
Jack tensed and tightened his arm around Ianto to keep him from getting up. "No. It's okay. Everyone knows you're out sick, they'll handle it. Owen’s still there"
"The weevils are used to me. Janet and Brad are stressed out enough as it is, with those rowdy new one, we shouldn't switch up their schedule anymore than necessary."
"No."
"Jack! I need to feed the weevils!" Ianto tried to squirm away, pushing at Jack’s chest.
"Ianto its okay, you don't need to worry about it..."
"Of course I do..of course. It's my job, Jack." Jack heard Ianto’s heart rate increase, could hear the hint of panic in his voice.
"No Ianto. It’s okay"
"Jack, why don't I need to worry about the weevils?"
Jack sucked in a breath, feeling his own panic rising. What the hell was he supposed to do? Come out and tell Ianto? Let him keep getting more and more scared? He rubbed Ianto’s back, pressing his shaking hand firmly against Ianto’s warm skin.
"Jack, please let me go feed the weevils." Ianto's voice sounded small and pitiful, and his heart was racing like a terrified rabbit. The hands that had been pushing him away were now tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Ianto..."
"Oh." The younger man whispered.
"Ianto." Jack repeated, feeling helpless.
"Oh. Oh my god. I was down there. I was with them. I was...I was trying to talk to them and...oh god!" Ianto jerked away from Jack, bolting upright in the bed, the blood draining from his face.
"Ianto, it's not your fault. They were attacking you. They almost killed you!" Jack reached out, pulling Ianto towards him as the younger man tried to flinch away. He tucked Ianto’s head to his shoulder, rubbing his fingers gently over the nape of Ianto’s neck.
"I- I killed them! Oh...I- their heads! The blood! So much blood! I did that!" he pulled away again, reaching to scrub at the tears on his cheeks.
Jack grabbed Ianto’s hand firmly and looked into his eyes. "It's not. Your. Fault." Jack said slowly. "Ianto please. Please believe me. I know you. There's no way you would have done something like that if it was under your control. You're the victim here."
Ianto whimpered and curled in on him self, hugging his knees, trying to become as small as possible. "Oh god. I can't control it. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t know I could. I could do it again! I could kill someone else!"
Jack made soft crooning noises at Ianto and reached out, running his hand though the younger man’s hair. He tried to move closer, but Ianto flinched away, teetering on the edge of the mattress. Jack kept his distance. "It's okay. You're going to be okay sweetheart. I'll make this okay. I'll do everything I can to make this okay."
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