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dru_evilista) wrote2009-08-24 08:52 pm
dru_evilista) wrote2009-08-24 08:52 pm
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FIC: Cure The Soul (Torchwood 26/61, Jack/Owen/Ianto)
Owen and Jack sat on the floor staring at Ianto while he slept. They wanted to be closer, but the dog wouldn't let them, nuzzling Ianto’s chest, and snarling when one of them got to close. So they had to settle for what they could get, which was sitting and worrying while keeping an obsessive eye on them with their senses. Ianto had settled down quickly enough under the dog’s care.
They had talked as well, and formed a plan.
Speaking of- Jack lifted his head as he heard Ianto’s heart rate quicken. Ianto shifted and blinked as he woke up slowly from his drug induced nap.
The dog blurred and faded with a last wet lick to Ianto’s cheek, and a stern look toward the two other men. Jack and Owen flew across the room to Ianto's side.
Ianto gave them a wide eyed, startled look as they both started petting and checking him over. "I- what?" His expression was slightly dazed.
"You were having some kind of attack while you were asleep. And the dog wouldn't let us help you!" Jack sounded petulant and upset as he ran his hands over Ianto, stroking his chest and feeling the heart beat beneath his fingertips.
Ianto blinked more then seemed to realize they would touching him and scrambled back, away from them. "No! Nononono! No touching! I could hurt you!"
Owen sighed, but sat back and ran his hands though his hair. "Ianto. We need to...work on this. Same as Jack and my senses, we need to test and find out how they work, and how to control them. You can’t just...not touch us."
"Are you fucking insane?!” Ianto roared. He rarely cursed, which made the few times he did that much more impressive. “I. Can. Kill. You! This isn't smell, or taste, or touch, this is the power to blow up your head!"
"Ianto” Jack soothed, holding out a hand to hover over Ianto’s shoulder. “What else are we going to do? We need to test this, so we can control it. We'll use me. Immortal. Even if I die, I'll bounce back up. Owen will stay safely out of range, and you'll focus on me."
"What?! No! No way in hell! I am not using that- that horrible.. on you! You saw what I did to those weevils, Jack! I- oh god!" Ianto covered his face and rocked himself slightly, breathing harshly. "I won't do it."
"You have before.” Owen tried to argue rationally. “You've shoved us both before, and all we got was some headaches, and a nosebleed. The headache wasn't even that bad. Trust me, I'm a doctor. I know these things. And I've had worse. So it's not that dangerous. Maybe the fiddling Torchwood 1 did made the weevils easier to go splody, or something."
"I- what? Torchwood 1? They....they're involved with this?" Ianto's breathing got shallower, words coming out between hiccups. Jack realized, belatedly, that maybe they were throwing too much information at Ianto all at once.
"A-again?” Ianto continued. “What next?! Will we find out they were secretly behind Hitler?! They invented atomic bombs?! What?! You can’t - me.. you can’t- I won’t-"
Jack and Owen pulled Ianto to them and stoked his hair, making nonsense soothing noises while he sobbed.
Ianto curled into them for a few minutes before pulling away again. "Jack, Owen no. We- I... Please don't make me do this? Please?" he pleaded,
Jack and Owen exchanged pained looks. "Ianto...just...a little shoving maybe?" Jack tried to coax.
Ianto made a pitiful moaning noise, keeping his eyes firmly closed as he shook his head.
Owen rubbed his arm soothingly. "Alright, alright no testing. Calm down. Come on Yan, shush.”
Jack fought not to pull Ianto in again and hold him.
“How about we go get something to eat, yeah?” Owen continued. “Watch some tv? Relax a bit. Haven't have any down time, just the three of us, in ages."
Jack nodded going along with Owen. "Right. A nice vacation. Come on, that sounds fun, right?"
Ianto gave them a baleful glare, followed by a sniff. "This is not the time to be goofing off."
"Not goofing off. As your doctor, I declare we're all in desperate, vital, right this minute need of rest and relaxation. So get your arse up, and lets so slack off properly! I'll get the porn." Owen declared firmly, standing up and leaving the bedroom.
Jack grinned, trying to flood the room with happy carefree feelings, without pushing them directly at Ianto. "You heard the man. Up's a daisy!"
Ianto sighed. "Can I use the bathroom and freshen up a bit first at least?" He rubbed at the pillow crease on his cheek, wiping discreetly at the tear tracks running down his face.
"Alright, but I want you out there, and ready to do nothing in a couple minutes!" Jack said with a playful grin, and kissed Ianto deeply before following Owen out of the room. Jack waited until he heard shuffling feet, and the bathroom door shut before he let his shoulders slump.
“Fuck.”
They had talked as well, and formed a plan.
Speaking of- Jack lifted his head as he heard Ianto’s heart rate quicken. Ianto shifted and blinked as he woke up slowly from his drug induced nap.
The dog blurred and faded with a last wet lick to Ianto’s cheek, and a stern look toward the two other men. Jack and Owen flew across the room to Ianto's side.
Ianto gave them a wide eyed, startled look as they both started petting and checking him over. "I- what?" His expression was slightly dazed.
"You were having some kind of attack while you were asleep. And the dog wouldn't let us help you!" Jack sounded petulant and upset as he ran his hands over Ianto, stroking his chest and feeling the heart beat beneath his fingertips.
Ianto blinked more then seemed to realize they would touching him and scrambled back, away from them. "No! Nononono! No touching! I could hurt you!"
Owen sighed, but sat back and ran his hands though his hair. "Ianto. We need to...work on this. Same as Jack and my senses, we need to test and find out how they work, and how to control them. You can’t just...not touch us."
"Are you fucking insane?!” Ianto roared. He rarely cursed, which made the few times he did that much more impressive. “I. Can. Kill. You! This isn't smell, or taste, or touch, this is the power to blow up your head!"
"Ianto” Jack soothed, holding out a hand to hover over Ianto’s shoulder. “What else are we going to do? We need to test this, so we can control it. We'll use me. Immortal. Even if I die, I'll bounce back up. Owen will stay safely out of range, and you'll focus on me."
"What?! No! No way in hell! I am not using that- that horrible.. on you! You saw what I did to those weevils, Jack! I- oh god!" Ianto covered his face and rocked himself slightly, breathing harshly. "I won't do it."
"You have before.” Owen tried to argue rationally. “You've shoved us both before, and all we got was some headaches, and a nosebleed. The headache wasn't even that bad. Trust me, I'm a doctor. I know these things. And I've had worse. So it's not that dangerous. Maybe the fiddling Torchwood 1 did made the weevils easier to go splody, or something."
"I- what? Torchwood 1? They....they're involved with this?" Ianto's breathing got shallower, words coming out between hiccups. Jack realized, belatedly, that maybe they were throwing too much information at Ianto all at once.
"A-again?” Ianto continued. “What next?! Will we find out they were secretly behind Hitler?! They invented atomic bombs?! What?! You can’t - me.. you can’t- I won’t-"
Jack and Owen pulled Ianto to them and stoked his hair, making nonsense soothing noises while he sobbed.
Ianto curled into them for a few minutes before pulling away again. "Jack, Owen no. We- I... Please don't make me do this? Please?" he pleaded,
Jack and Owen exchanged pained looks. "Ianto...just...a little shoving maybe?" Jack tried to coax.
Ianto made a pitiful moaning noise, keeping his eyes firmly closed as he shook his head.
Owen rubbed his arm soothingly. "Alright, alright no testing. Calm down. Come on Yan, shush.”
Jack fought not to pull Ianto in again and hold him.
“How about we go get something to eat, yeah?” Owen continued. “Watch some tv? Relax a bit. Haven't have any down time, just the three of us, in ages."
Jack nodded going along with Owen. "Right. A nice vacation. Come on, that sounds fun, right?"
Ianto gave them a baleful glare, followed by a sniff. "This is not the time to be goofing off."
"Not goofing off. As your doctor, I declare we're all in desperate, vital, right this minute need of rest and relaxation. So get your arse up, and lets so slack off properly! I'll get the porn." Owen declared firmly, standing up and leaving the bedroom.
Jack grinned, trying to flood the room with happy carefree feelings, without pushing them directly at Ianto. "You heard the man. Up's a daisy!"
Ianto sighed. "Can I use the bathroom and freshen up a bit first at least?" He rubbed at the pillow crease on his cheek, wiping discreetly at the tear tracks running down his face.
"Alright, but I want you out there, and ready to do nothing in a couple minutes!" Jack said with a playful grin, and kissed Ianto deeply before following Owen out of the room. Jack waited until he heard shuffling feet, and the bathroom door shut before he let his shoulders slump.
“Fuck.”
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