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dru_evilistaPain. Lots and lots of pain. That was the fist thing that always came back to Jack as he woke up, awkwardly sprawled on Owen’s couch, legs dangling over one arm. "Did anyone get the license number of the truck?" He mumbled, rolling over and falling off the couch with a thump and rolling until he ended up on his back. He lay gasping at the ceiling for a moment, trying to remember what had just happened. It really hurt to think.
He closed his eye, reached out with his senses and heard the familiar, comforting slow thump of his guide's heart in meditation. Maybe he had just had been a nightmare.
Jack's eyes focused more and he sat up, rubbing his face. He winced at the sticky blood, then froze. Blood!
"Ianto?! Owen?! What..." Jack's eyes shot around the room and he felt his heart stop when he saw Owen slumped over next to Ianto, covered in blood.
He shot across the room and gathered Owen up into his arms. "Owen?! Owen wake up! Owen! Ianto! Wake up! What happened?!" He reached over and shook Ianto, trying to bring him out of meditation. Ianto didn’t respond and Jack shook him harder, smacking the younger man’s head against the wall with the force of it.
Ianto's eyes open blearily and he blinked dazedly up at Jack. "Jack? What-" his eyes landed on Owen. "Owen! What?! I- I- did I?!"
Jack eyes widened further in horror. "You- oh god!" Not again! Oh please god, not like with the weevils, not again!
Ianto stared in horror, eyes not completely in focus. He reached a shaking hand out towards Owen. "...Coc-oen...."
"Stay back!" Jack snapped while he shifted his hold on Owen, senses desperately trying to find any sign of life. Nothing. No pulse. No Breath. The blood covering his face, still dripping, was hot. It puddled beneath him, spreading out.
Ianto reached out again and Jack snarled, sensing only a threat to his fallen lover. “Leave him alone!”
He turned back to the body in his arms, and pressed his lips to Owen’s, willing life into him. He couldn't lose Owen. Not like this!
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Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! Ianto franticly paced in the forest. Something bad had happened, was happening, was going to happen. He knew it. Something horrible.
The dog tried to calm him down, growling softly, but Ianto couldn't.
His head jerked as he felt a tug, and the dog jumped up, latching onto Ianto's trousers with his teeth, trying to hold him in place. Ianto felt himself caught in a tug of war, falling towards the voice calling his name.
Ianto blinked dazedly at Jack. He looked hazy and not all there, half hidden by shadow. the forest faded in and out, as did Jack. "Jack? What-" his eyes landed on Owen’s limp and bloody form and he felt like a knife had been stabbed into his chest. "Owen! What?! Oh God- I- I- did I?!"
Jack eyes widened in horror. "You- oh god!"
Ianto stared, letting Jack’s disbelief and fear wash over him, as the dog yanked on him harder, trying to pull him back, away from seeing what he was seeing. He reached a hand out towards his dead, oh god he was dead, lover. "Coc Oen...."
"Stay back!" Jack snapped while he shifted his hold on Owen, pulling him away from Ianto, murmuring something Ianto couldn’t hear. Lost, Ianto reached out again.
“Leave him alone!”
Ianto allowed the large dog to pull him to his feet. “I'm a monster! Jack knows I'm a monster! He hates me!”
The dog grumbled softly, trying to herd him to the bedroom but Ianto scrambled away, stumbling for the door. Jack didn't try to stop him, all his attention on Owen.
Ianto ran full tilt, needing to get away before he hurt someone else.
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Blackness. Owen was surrounded by deep, inky dark blackness. And pain. Every part of him hurt. He felt a tugging, something pulling him away from the darkness.
Suddenly air rushed into his lungs and he found him self with breath to scream...so he did.
"Shhh, shh Owen it's ok! It's ok! You're ok! I've got you, I've got you." Someone was holding and rocking him, speaking comfortingly.
He peeled his eyes open and looked up at into Jack's wide, terrified, tear filled eyes. "...Jack? What- what happened?" his voice was scratchy, and horse from screaming. Jack hovered above him, trails of blood creeping from the corners of his mouth, out of his nose, even from his eyes and ears. Fuck.
Jack kissed him, pulling him up even closer to his chest. "You're ok, you're ok, oh thank god, you're ok!"
Owen squeezed his eyes shut again, taking a deep shuddering breath. "Jack-" he stopped, eyes shooting open as he remembered what had happened. "Ianto!" He looked around the room franticly. "Where's Ianto?! Is he in shock? Fuck. Ianto!"
Jack froze and looked around. "I- uh. He’s gone." Jack said, almost questioningly.
"Why would he leave?" Owen demanded.
Jack winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "I might have...yelled at him a little."
Owen stared at his lover. White beneath the blood, eyes glassy. "Jack! What the hell were you thinking?!" Owen shot to his feet, then nearly collapsed.
Jack caught and held on to him. "Careful. You lost....uh all your blood. Bleeding to death takes a while to fully recover from."
Owen paled further and gulped, then shook his head. "We have to find Ianto. You know how he's been...how he reacted when- We need to find him! Is he in the flat?"
Jack shook his head, still staring at Owen.
“Fucking let’s go then!”
"I know...” Jack was moving slowly, obviously in shock. “But we should clean up, before we leave the flat, unless you want people screaming and calling the police or something." Jack said gently, pulling Owen towards the bathroom.
Owen made it all the way to the couch before the room started spinning, he sat down suddenly, trying not to wince at the wet squelch of blood that came from the cushion.
“New Plan.” Owen said, trying to catch his breath. “Hand me the laptop and phone. Go get the blood off. I’ll get Tosh to help me track Ianto on the CCTV.” Owen raked his eyes up and down his lover’s body. “Can you go after Ianto? Are you-”
Jack was already in the bathroom, shedding bloodied clothes.
Owen fell back, exhausted, letting his head hit the back of the couch, he stared up at OC. The small orbit camera bobbed anxiously, high in one corner, chittering worriedly.
“Fuck."
He closed his eye, reached out with his senses and heard the familiar, comforting slow thump of his guide's heart in meditation. Maybe he had just had been a nightmare.
Jack's eyes focused more and he sat up, rubbing his face. He winced at the sticky blood, then froze. Blood!
"Ianto?! Owen?! What..." Jack's eyes shot around the room and he felt his heart stop when he saw Owen slumped over next to Ianto, covered in blood.
He shot across the room and gathered Owen up into his arms. "Owen?! Owen wake up! Owen! Ianto! Wake up! What happened?!" He reached over and shook Ianto, trying to bring him out of meditation. Ianto didn’t respond and Jack shook him harder, smacking the younger man’s head against the wall with the force of it.
Ianto's eyes open blearily and he blinked dazedly up at Jack. "Jack? What-" his eyes landed on Owen. "Owen! What?! I- I- did I?!"
Jack eyes widened further in horror. "You- oh god!" Not again! Oh please god, not like with the weevils, not again!
Ianto stared in horror, eyes not completely in focus. He reached a shaking hand out towards Owen. "...Coc-oen...."
"Stay back!" Jack snapped while he shifted his hold on Owen, senses desperately trying to find any sign of life. Nothing. No pulse. No Breath. The blood covering his face, still dripping, was hot. It puddled beneath him, spreading out.
Ianto reached out again and Jack snarled, sensing only a threat to his fallen lover. “Leave him alone!”
He turned back to the body in his arms, and pressed his lips to Owen’s, willing life into him. He couldn't lose Owen. Not like this!
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Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! Ianto franticly paced in the forest. Something bad had happened, was happening, was going to happen. He knew it. Something horrible.
The dog tried to calm him down, growling softly, but Ianto couldn't.
His head jerked as he felt a tug, and the dog jumped up, latching onto Ianto's trousers with his teeth, trying to hold him in place. Ianto felt himself caught in a tug of war, falling towards the voice calling his name.
Ianto blinked dazedly at Jack. He looked hazy and not all there, half hidden by shadow. the forest faded in and out, as did Jack. "Jack? What-" his eyes landed on Owen’s limp and bloody form and he felt like a knife had been stabbed into his chest. "Owen! What?! Oh God- I- I- did I?!"
Jack eyes widened in horror. "You- oh god!"
Ianto stared, letting Jack’s disbelief and fear wash over him, as the dog yanked on him harder, trying to pull him back, away from seeing what he was seeing. He reached a hand out towards his dead, oh god he was dead, lover. "Coc Oen...."
"Stay back!" Jack snapped while he shifted his hold on Owen, pulling him away from Ianto, murmuring something Ianto couldn’t hear. Lost, Ianto reached out again.
“Leave him alone!”
Ianto allowed the large dog to pull him to his feet. “I'm a monster! Jack knows I'm a monster! He hates me!”
The dog grumbled softly, trying to herd him to the bedroom but Ianto scrambled away, stumbling for the door. Jack didn't try to stop him, all his attention on Owen.
Ianto ran full tilt, needing to get away before he hurt someone else.
---
Blackness. Owen was surrounded by deep, inky dark blackness. And pain. Every part of him hurt. He felt a tugging, something pulling him away from the darkness.
Suddenly air rushed into his lungs and he found him self with breath to scream...so he did.
"Shhh, shh Owen it's ok! It's ok! You're ok! I've got you, I've got you." Someone was holding and rocking him, speaking comfortingly.
He peeled his eyes open and looked up at into Jack's wide, terrified, tear filled eyes. "...Jack? What- what happened?" his voice was scratchy, and horse from screaming. Jack hovered above him, trails of blood creeping from the corners of his mouth, out of his nose, even from his eyes and ears. Fuck.
Jack kissed him, pulling him up even closer to his chest. "You're ok, you're ok, oh thank god, you're ok!"
Owen squeezed his eyes shut again, taking a deep shuddering breath. "Jack-" he stopped, eyes shooting open as he remembered what had happened. "Ianto!" He looked around the room franticly. "Where's Ianto?! Is he in shock? Fuck. Ianto!"
Jack froze and looked around. "I- uh. He’s gone." Jack said, almost questioningly.
"Why would he leave?" Owen demanded.
Jack winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "I might have...yelled at him a little."
Owen stared at his lover. White beneath the blood, eyes glassy. "Jack! What the hell were you thinking?!" Owen shot to his feet, then nearly collapsed.
Jack caught and held on to him. "Careful. You lost....uh all your blood. Bleeding to death takes a while to fully recover from."
Owen paled further and gulped, then shook his head. "We have to find Ianto. You know how he's been...how he reacted when- We need to find him! Is he in the flat?"
Jack shook his head, still staring at Owen.
“Fucking let’s go then!”
"I know...” Jack was moving slowly, obviously in shock. “But we should clean up, before we leave the flat, unless you want people screaming and calling the police or something." Jack said gently, pulling Owen towards the bathroom.
Owen made it all the way to the couch before the room started spinning, he sat down suddenly, trying not to wince at the wet squelch of blood that came from the cushion.
“New Plan.” Owen said, trying to catch his breath. “Hand me the laptop and phone. Go get the blood off. I’ll get Tosh to help me track Ianto on the CCTV.” Owen raked his eyes up and down his lover’s body. “Can you go after Ianto? Are you-”
Jack was already in the bathroom, shedding bloodied clothes.
Owen fell back, exhausted, letting his head hit the back of the couch, he stared up at OC. The small orbit camera bobbed anxiously, high in one corner, chittering worriedly.
“Fuck."
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