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dru_evilistaOwen froze as he entered his flat, taking in the clean surfaces. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew Ianto would start cleaning, even before he had gotten the tip off call. He'd seriously doubted that Jack could keep Ianto in bed the whole time he was gone, but god. Ianto must have gone on a cleaning binge. The place was nearly spotless. The sent of disinfectant was heavy in the air, and Owen was pretty damn sure he could perform surgery in here now.
Both of his lovers were missing, but the bedroom door was open and Jack’s coat was folded neatly over both of their shoes beside the couch, so he wasn’t too worried.
He dropped his bag beside the door, and threw his jacket on top of it before moving to the kitchen, putting away a handful of groceries. He had been fairly sure there was nothing actually edible left in his refrigerator, and doubted a lot of his cupboard basics would have survived Ianto’s cleaning spree. He’d send Jack out for a proper shopping trip later.
He tossed the orange juice into the fridge and headed to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes, letting them land haphazardly. He reached the bedroom door and stopped as another scent broke though the disinfectant haze and hit him. Exhaustion. Fear. Terror. Pain.
He bolted into the bed room and found Jack and Ianto laying in the dark. Ianto was curled into a tight ball, shaking like a leaf, and Jack was holding him tightly, trying to comfort him.
"Jack?" Owen whispered.
Jack blinked and looked up. The moment their eyes met, Owen knew. There was too much pain in Jack’s eyes to be anything else. Ianto's memories were back.
Owen stepped forward cautiously and slid onto the bed. He ran a hand over Ianto's back, wanting to comfort him.
Ianto gasped and whimpered, as if burned by the touch. Owen was sure he would have tried to get away if he weren’t so exhausted. "Oh god, Owen, no wonder you were terrified." Ianto’s voice was muffled by Jack’s shoulder as he burrowed in further, trying to hide. "I'm deadly. I'm poison. I - I'm a monster.
Owen growled and roughly pulled him over onto his back and looked into his eyes. "Shut. Up. No one talks about my Ianto like that. Not even you." He swept his fingers down Ianto’s cheek. "You are not a monster, you're not poison. I love you, you idiot. We're going to figure this out, and help you. Same fucking way we figured out mine and Jack's senses."
Ianto just stared at him with red, miserable eyes.
Owen dug up a shaky smile that he doubted was as reassuring as he meant it to be, and dropped a kiss on Ianto’s forehead. "Do you want me to give you something to help you sleep? Maybe you'll feel better after you get some rest."
Ianto nodded, and Owen got up and got his medical kit, as Jack coaxed Ianto out of his dress shirt and trousers, before settling him back against his side under the covers.
Owen sorted through the medkit he had brought home earlier and pulled out a pre-filled syringe and a small plaster, before sitting down next to Ianto and putting his arm in his lap. "Just a light dose. Something to help you relax and get to sleep." He wiped Ianto's arm off quickly with an alcohol pad, and checked for bubbles. "Quick pinch." He pushed the needle in and pressed down slowly and steadily watching the fluid drain into Ianto's blood stream.
He tossed the syringe at the wastebasket, not quite making it. He smiled at Ianto’s faintly disapproving look as he stuck on the plaster. Only he would be worried about that now. "There we go. All done."
Owen kept petting Ianto, watching till his eyes closed, and his breathing deepened and evened out. He gently tucked Ianto’s arm back under the cover. Only then did he let him self start shaking violently. He ran a hand through his hair, clutching it. "What- what happened while I was gone?"
Jack stared up at the ceiling, voice dull and miserable. "He slept for a while, then woke up and started cleaning like a mad man. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him, so I just sat back, stayed out of his way, and let him so his thing, while I kept a ear on his vitals." Jack turned, gathering Ianto up against him, lifting the covers so that Owen could slide in next to them.
"Then... then he asked me about what happened. God he sounded like he was in so much pain...but I told him no, and we wound up going back to bed to try to sleep again."
"Did he?" Owen stretched out, curving around the unconscious man, grateful for Jack’s touch as the older man stretched an arm over Ianto, curling around Owen’s hip.
Jack shook his head. "Hasn’t slept since we came here."
"Dammit."
"Mmm." Jack agreed. "Then his weevil feeding time alarm went off, and- and within a minute or two his memories all flooded back and..." he gestured. "You can see what happened.
"How long has he been like this?"
Jack shook his head, glancing at the alarm clock. "An hour. Maybe?"
Owen made a noise the was half laugh and half sob, letting himself wallow in despair for a brief moment. "Fuck! I never believed in any of that crap, but I'm starting to believe we're cursed. Maybe Ianto's right. Maybe all of us are cursed to never be allowed to be happy. Everyone, everything we love gets destroyed."
Jack’s hand left his hip, gripping his hand tightly, and tugging it so that both of their hands rested on Ianto’s chest, over the strong slow pulse. "I won't deny I've had those thought my self...for a long, long time. But...we've been happy. Everything was great till the fucking super weevils started showing up and messing with Ianto’s head."
Owen rubbed his face. "Speaking of weevils, I got though a few of the autopsies. All the same. Aneurysms. Massive damage. No signs of anything that made them super so far." He frowned, looking for the folder he didn’t remember dropping. "Tattoos. In their mouths. Like horses." He winced as his voice slurred. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he hit the mattress.
"No more work talk...let just go to sleep and maybe we'll wake up and find this was all some fucking nightmare. Who knows, maybe we’ll wake up in my room."
Owen sighed. "I wish... I really, really wish."
Both of his lovers were missing, but the bedroom door was open and Jack’s coat was folded neatly over both of their shoes beside the couch, so he wasn’t too worried.
He dropped his bag beside the door, and threw his jacket on top of it before moving to the kitchen, putting away a handful of groceries. He had been fairly sure there was nothing actually edible left in his refrigerator, and doubted a lot of his cupboard basics would have survived Ianto’s cleaning spree. He’d send Jack out for a proper shopping trip later.
He tossed the orange juice into the fridge and headed to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes, letting them land haphazardly. He reached the bedroom door and stopped as another scent broke though the disinfectant haze and hit him. Exhaustion. Fear. Terror. Pain.
He bolted into the bed room and found Jack and Ianto laying in the dark. Ianto was curled into a tight ball, shaking like a leaf, and Jack was holding him tightly, trying to comfort him.
"Jack?" Owen whispered.
Jack blinked and looked up. The moment their eyes met, Owen knew. There was too much pain in Jack’s eyes to be anything else. Ianto's memories were back.
Owen stepped forward cautiously and slid onto the bed. He ran a hand over Ianto's back, wanting to comfort him.
Ianto gasped and whimpered, as if burned by the touch. Owen was sure he would have tried to get away if he weren’t so exhausted. "Oh god, Owen, no wonder you were terrified." Ianto’s voice was muffled by Jack’s shoulder as he burrowed in further, trying to hide. "I'm deadly. I'm poison. I - I'm a monster.
Owen growled and roughly pulled him over onto his back and looked into his eyes. "Shut. Up. No one talks about my Ianto like that. Not even you." He swept his fingers down Ianto’s cheek. "You are not a monster, you're not poison. I love you, you idiot. We're going to figure this out, and help you. Same fucking way we figured out mine and Jack's senses."
Ianto just stared at him with red, miserable eyes.
Owen dug up a shaky smile that he doubted was as reassuring as he meant it to be, and dropped a kiss on Ianto’s forehead. "Do you want me to give you something to help you sleep? Maybe you'll feel better after you get some rest."
Ianto nodded, and Owen got up and got his medical kit, as Jack coaxed Ianto out of his dress shirt and trousers, before settling him back against his side under the covers.
Owen sorted through the medkit he had brought home earlier and pulled out a pre-filled syringe and a small plaster, before sitting down next to Ianto and putting his arm in his lap. "Just a light dose. Something to help you relax and get to sleep." He wiped Ianto's arm off quickly with an alcohol pad, and checked for bubbles. "Quick pinch." He pushed the needle in and pressed down slowly and steadily watching the fluid drain into Ianto's blood stream.
He tossed the syringe at the wastebasket, not quite making it. He smiled at Ianto’s faintly disapproving look as he stuck on the plaster. Only he would be worried about that now. "There we go. All done."
Owen kept petting Ianto, watching till his eyes closed, and his breathing deepened and evened out. He gently tucked Ianto’s arm back under the cover. Only then did he let him self start shaking violently. He ran a hand through his hair, clutching it. "What- what happened while I was gone?"
Jack stared up at the ceiling, voice dull and miserable. "He slept for a while, then woke up and started cleaning like a mad man. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him, so I just sat back, stayed out of his way, and let him so his thing, while I kept a ear on his vitals." Jack turned, gathering Ianto up against him, lifting the covers so that Owen could slide in next to them.
"Then... then he asked me about what happened. God he sounded like he was in so much pain...but I told him no, and we wound up going back to bed to try to sleep again."
"Did he?" Owen stretched out, curving around the unconscious man, grateful for Jack’s touch as the older man stretched an arm over Ianto, curling around Owen’s hip.
Jack shook his head. "Hasn’t slept since we came here."
"Dammit."
"Mmm." Jack agreed. "Then his weevil feeding time alarm went off, and- and within a minute or two his memories all flooded back and..." he gestured. "You can see what happened.
"How long has he been like this?"
Jack shook his head, glancing at the alarm clock. "An hour. Maybe?"
Owen made a noise the was half laugh and half sob, letting himself wallow in despair for a brief moment. "Fuck! I never believed in any of that crap, but I'm starting to believe we're cursed. Maybe Ianto's right. Maybe all of us are cursed to never be allowed to be happy. Everyone, everything we love gets destroyed."
Jack’s hand left his hip, gripping his hand tightly, and tugging it so that both of their hands rested on Ianto’s chest, over the strong slow pulse. "I won't deny I've had those thought my self...for a long, long time. But...we've been happy. Everything was great till the fucking super weevils started showing up and messing with Ianto’s head."
Owen rubbed his face. "Speaking of weevils, I got though a few of the autopsies. All the same. Aneurysms. Massive damage. No signs of anything that made them super so far." He frowned, looking for the folder he didn’t remember dropping. "Tattoos. In their mouths. Like horses." He winced as his voice slurred. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he hit the mattress.
"No more work talk...let just go to sleep and maybe we'll wake up and find this was all some fucking nightmare. Who knows, maybe we’ll wake up in my room."
Owen sighed. "I wish... I really, really wish."
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