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dru_evilistaJack carefully ushered Ianto out of the SUV in front of Tosh’s flat, keeping a tight grip on him. “Come on Sweetheart. That’s it. See you’re doing better all ready.” Jack gently coaxed Ianto. Standing was good. If Ianto was standing he couldn’t be too far gone. Ianto’s pulse was still slow, and he was unresponsive.
Gwen ran around the front of the SUV. "Jack, careful! He's feet are all torn up! he shouldn't be standing!"
Jack cursed and quickly picked Ianto up, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshhold.
Ianto didn't react to anything. not being shifted from the car, not standing on his injured feet, the being picked up, nothing got the slightest flinch, blink, increase in heart rate, or anything out of him.
Jack carefully made his way to Tosh's flat, and Gwen knocked. “Rhys-” Gwen began softly, while they waited. “Rhys said he’d bring food, and uhm, sleeping bags. It might be best if Tosh and I..”
He sighed. They were all shaken up, and he didn’t blame them for wanting to stay close. “That sounds good.” He said tiredly, as the door opened.
Tosh let them in, and Jack stood, holding Ianto tightly. He looked over at Owen, laying on the couch with a few pillows under his feet, and a bag of blood hanging off a coat rack over his head, running down into the IV in his arm. "You alright?"
Owen ignored the question “How is he?”
“He's freezing cold from the rain, and zoned out, but he's alive. Now answer my question. I need to know you’re okay, Owen.”
"I'm fine. Little tired, bit dizzy when I stand up too fast, but I'm ok. Tosh is just mothering me to within a inch of my life." Owen started to push him self up and Tosh stalked over and pushed him down. She had a gleam in her eye that suggested she was only a few small steps away from strapping Owen down.
"Sit, stay. I'll help Jack take care of Ianto, until that IV finishes, and you can stand up without going white." She ordered, all the while casting worried glances at Ianto.
Owen glared fiercely. "The whole reason I let you use me as a pin cushion, was so I could take care of Ianto!"
"And you will, but not right now. Now settle down, and let me and Jack get Ianto dry and warm." Tosh seemed to dismiss Owen and tugged on Jack's arm leading him into the bed room, where she'd laid a bunch of towels over the bed.
Jack dug in his heels. “Owen.” He said, deferring to his lover. “What do I do? Does he need a hot bath, or-“ he felt lost. Not sure what to do to fix this.
Owen shook his head, pushing himself up. "No. Tosh has an electric blanket. We’ve been keeping it warm."
Jack frowned but put Ianto down on the towel covered bed, and started to undress him. Tosh took a small hand towel and started to soak up the water in Ianto’s hair. She skirted the small, blinking, shield generator and gave Jack a quizzical look. It was a testament to just how worried she was that she didn’t ask about it.
Jack could feel his skin start to itch, uncomfortable with the thought of Tosh being so close to his guide. He loved Tosh, Christ, she was family, but right now all of his instincts were snarling not to let anyone but him self and Owen near his guide.
“Oh Ianto” Tosh murmured softly. “He’s so cold Jack.”
"Owen!" Jack yelled, covering Ianto’s ears again. He needed Owen. He didn’t know what to do by himself.
His lover was up, nearly before he called, and coming over, carrying his impromptu IV pole with him. He snarled loudly when Tosh tried to herd him back over to the couch.
"Mine! Back off!" Owen put the coat rack down next to the bed, and started helping Jack to undress Ianto, shooting Tosh glares over his shoulder.
Tosh frowned at the both of them.
"Sorry Toshiko...Sentinel thing. We're just a bit...defensive right now." Jack tried to explain, although he wanted to join Owen in the growling.
Tosh nodded and backed off. "Alright, I'll leave him to you two. But Owen, if you pass out again? I'm saying I told you so."
Jack's head snapped sharply over to Owen. "You passed out?!"
Owen scowled and refused to look up from Ianto . "Did not. Just got a little...woozy getting out of the shower."
"If I hadn't been there, you would have cracked your head open on the tiles."
"Shut up." Owen muttered, rubbing Ianto briskly with a towel to dry him off. “Get him as dry as possible.” Owen continued gently, walking Jack through the steps in an attempt to reassure him. “Once we get him dry, I’ll bandage up his feet, put some numbing agents on the skin. We’ll get him tucked up under the blanket, share a little body heat.” Owen gave him a weak, half hearted leer. Jack returned it with a tightlipped smile.
They worked together in silence for several minutes, before Owen tapped his finger gently against the green light at Ianto’s temple. "What’s this?"
"Shield. I’ll explain later."
Owen nodded, trusting Jack to do what he needed to take care of their guide.
Jack focused his senses on Owen for a minute. "Owen, you should lay back down. Let me handle this. We're gonna need you up to full strength, when we wake Ianto up, and have to deal with...everything."
Owen firmly ignored him, picking up his coat rack and the first aid kit, moving to the end of the bed to clean and bandage Ianto's feet.
Jack sighed, and turned to raise an eyebrow at Tosh, who had stayed in the doorway, watching. Gwen slowly came over and joined her.
Tosh was paying more attention to Owen, and was about to speak up again, when her heart rate sped up. Jack whipped back around, catching Owen around the waist as he nearly toppled over.
"Ok, that's it, nap time for you.”
Owen protested, shaking Jack off. “Let me finish here.” Owen murmured, picking up some bandages with a shaky hand and gently wrapping Ianto’s feet.
Jack obediently waited as Owen secured the bandage, and slid a hand up, brushing his thumb over Ianto’s ankle, in the spot that, for reasons known only to Ianto, he liked having rubbed.
“All done.” Owen motioned for Jack to lift Ianto up, and then twitched down the blankets. Jack tucked Ianto in quickly, not wanting any heat from the electric blanket to escape.
“Now.” Jack ordered. “Lay down next to Ianto if you want, but you're laying down!" Gently Jack pushed him down. "He's freezing cold, and could use the body heat."
Owen obediently slipped under the covers, arranging himself carefully so that he could hold Ianto without tangling up his IV line.
"I'll make everyone some tea." Gwen muttered quietly, and backed back out of the bedroom.
Tosh moved closer, carefully keeping Jack between herself and Ianto, so she seemed less of a threat, and picked up a clean towel, tossing it over Jack's head. "Dry off, and change. The last thing we need is you getting sick now too." Her command was softened with a smile. “He’ll need you warming the other side."
Owen, who was cuddling Ianto, trying to warm him up, scowled at Tosh, and buried his face in Ianto's neck. Jack heard, but didn't think Tosh caught the quiet mutter of "Mine." whispered into Ianto's neck.
Tosh gathered up the wet towels and left, sliding the doors shut to give them some privacy, as Jack stripped off his own wet trousers and shirt, before crawling into bed on the other side of Ianto.
He wrapped his arms around Ianto’s cold body, fingertips brushing Owen’s side. "Come on Ianto, Sweetheart. Come back to us..."
Gwen ran around the front of the SUV. "Jack, careful! He's feet are all torn up! he shouldn't be standing!"
Jack cursed and quickly picked Ianto up, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshhold.
Ianto didn't react to anything. not being shifted from the car, not standing on his injured feet, the being picked up, nothing got the slightest flinch, blink, increase in heart rate, or anything out of him.
Jack carefully made his way to Tosh's flat, and Gwen knocked. “Rhys-” Gwen began softly, while they waited. “Rhys said he’d bring food, and uhm, sleeping bags. It might be best if Tosh and I..”
He sighed. They were all shaken up, and he didn’t blame them for wanting to stay close. “That sounds good.” He said tiredly, as the door opened.
Tosh let them in, and Jack stood, holding Ianto tightly. He looked over at Owen, laying on the couch with a few pillows under his feet, and a bag of blood hanging off a coat rack over his head, running down into the IV in his arm. "You alright?"
Owen ignored the question “How is he?”
“He's freezing cold from the rain, and zoned out, but he's alive. Now answer my question. I need to know you’re okay, Owen.”
"I'm fine. Little tired, bit dizzy when I stand up too fast, but I'm ok. Tosh is just mothering me to within a inch of my life." Owen started to push him self up and Tosh stalked over and pushed him down. She had a gleam in her eye that suggested she was only a few small steps away from strapping Owen down.
"Sit, stay. I'll help Jack take care of Ianto, until that IV finishes, and you can stand up without going white." She ordered, all the while casting worried glances at Ianto.
Owen glared fiercely. "The whole reason I let you use me as a pin cushion, was so I could take care of Ianto!"
"And you will, but not right now. Now settle down, and let me and Jack get Ianto dry and warm." Tosh seemed to dismiss Owen and tugged on Jack's arm leading him into the bed room, where she'd laid a bunch of towels over the bed.
Jack dug in his heels. “Owen.” He said, deferring to his lover. “What do I do? Does he need a hot bath, or-“ he felt lost. Not sure what to do to fix this.
Owen shook his head, pushing himself up. "No. Tosh has an electric blanket. We’ve been keeping it warm."
Jack frowned but put Ianto down on the towel covered bed, and started to undress him. Tosh took a small hand towel and started to soak up the water in Ianto’s hair. She skirted the small, blinking, shield generator and gave Jack a quizzical look. It was a testament to just how worried she was that she didn’t ask about it.
Jack could feel his skin start to itch, uncomfortable with the thought of Tosh being so close to his guide. He loved Tosh, Christ, she was family, but right now all of his instincts were snarling not to let anyone but him self and Owen near his guide.
“Oh Ianto” Tosh murmured softly. “He’s so cold Jack.”
"Owen!" Jack yelled, covering Ianto’s ears again. He needed Owen. He didn’t know what to do by himself.
His lover was up, nearly before he called, and coming over, carrying his impromptu IV pole with him. He snarled loudly when Tosh tried to herd him back over to the couch.
"Mine! Back off!" Owen put the coat rack down next to the bed, and started helping Jack to undress Ianto, shooting Tosh glares over his shoulder.
Tosh frowned at the both of them.
"Sorry Toshiko...Sentinel thing. We're just a bit...defensive right now." Jack tried to explain, although he wanted to join Owen in the growling.
Tosh nodded and backed off. "Alright, I'll leave him to you two. But Owen, if you pass out again? I'm saying I told you so."
Jack's head snapped sharply over to Owen. "You passed out?!"
Owen scowled and refused to look up from Ianto . "Did not. Just got a little...woozy getting out of the shower."
"If I hadn't been there, you would have cracked your head open on the tiles."
"Shut up." Owen muttered, rubbing Ianto briskly with a towel to dry him off. “Get him as dry as possible.” Owen continued gently, walking Jack through the steps in an attempt to reassure him. “Once we get him dry, I’ll bandage up his feet, put some numbing agents on the skin. We’ll get him tucked up under the blanket, share a little body heat.” Owen gave him a weak, half hearted leer. Jack returned it with a tightlipped smile.
They worked together in silence for several minutes, before Owen tapped his finger gently against the green light at Ianto’s temple. "What’s this?"
"Shield. I’ll explain later."
Owen nodded, trusting Jack to do what he needed to take care of their guide.
Jack focused his senses on Owen for a minute. "Owen, you should lay back down. Let me handle this. We're gonna need you up to full strength, when we wake Ianto up, and have to deal with...everything."
Owen firmly ignored him, picking up his coat rack and the first aid kit, moving to the end of the bed to clean and bandage Ianto's feet.
Jack sighed, and turned to raise an eyebrow at Tosh, who had stayed in the doorway, watching. Gwen slowly came over and joined her.
Tosh was paying more attention to Owen, and was about to speak up again, when her heart rate sped up. Jack whipped back around, catching Owen around the waist as he nearly toppled over.
"Ok, that's it, nap time for you.”
Owen protested, shaking Jack off. “Let me finish here.” Owen murmured, picking up some bandages with a shaky hand and gently wrapping Ianto’s feet.
Jack obediently waited as Owen secured the bandage, and slid a hand up, brushing his thumb over Ianto’s ankle, in the spot that, for reasons known only to Ianto, he liked having rubbed.
“All done.” Owen motioned for Jack to lift Ianto up, and then twitched down the blankets. Jack tucked Ianto in quickly, not wanting any heat from the electric blanket to escape.
“Now.” Jack ordered. “Lay down next to Ianto if you want, but you're laying down!" Gently Jack pushed him down. "He's freezing cold, and could use the body heat."
Owen obediently slipped under the covers, arranging himself carefully so that he could hold Ianto without tangling up his IV line.
"I'll make everyone some tea." Gwen muttered quietly, and backed back out of the bedroom.
Tosh moved closer, carefully keeping Jack between herself and Ianto, so she seemed less of a threat, and picked up a clean towel, tossing it over Jack's head. "Dry off, and change. The last thing we need is you getting sick now too." Her command was softened with a smile. “He’ll need you warming the other side."
Owen, who was cuddling Ianto, trying to warm him up, scowled at Tosh, and buried his face in Ianto's neck. Jack heard, but didn't think Tosh caught the quiet mutter of "Mine." whispered into Ianto's neck.
Tosh gathered up the wet towels and left, sliding the doors shut to give them some privacy, as Jack stripped off his own wet trousers and shirt, before crawling into bed on the other side of Ianto.
He wrapped his arms around Ianto’s cold body, fingertips brushing Owen’s side. "Come on Ianto, Sweetheart. Come back to us..."
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