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Ianto hugged his knees to his chest, sitting in the door way of the mausoleum. He was wrapped only in Jack's coat. He knew he should get up, fix breakfast for the guides. Lion refused to eat raw fish. Ianto hadn't done much more than move between the door and his straw bed in the last few days.
Jack would come back. He would. He promised he'd come back, and bring Owen.
....unless it was all a dream. It could have been a dream. Oh dear god, what if it was a dream?! What if Jack and Owen really were dead, and the other day was just him losing what little hold he had left on his mind?!
Jack’s lion head butted his shoulder roughly, nearly tipping him over on his side, and wrapped his tentacles around him in a hug. His dog nuzzled into his other side. Ianto slowly ran his hand though the lion's soft pink fur. If he was losing his mind, he was really, really good at it. He allowed Jack's guide to rock him.
Across the clearing, movement made all of them look up and Ianto's heart leapt when he saw Jack appear...then fell when he didn't see Owen. Owen was dead. Jack was wrong, and Owen was dead and gone, and Jack was back to tell him. Oh God Owen! Ianto buried his face in the lion's neck, breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he began to sob.
He heard a rush of noise and felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder where the coat had slid down. he tensed waiting to hear 'I'm sorry, Ianto. I'm so, so sorry. He's gone.' in Jack's deep American accent.
Instead he heard Owen's playful English voice. "Oi, don't tell me, you've left me for that mangy fish breath, have you?!"
Ianto's head shot up so fast he nearly gave him self whiplash. Owen was crouching in front of him, a wide grin on his face. Ianto froze, clutching the lion even tighter. He couldn't breathe. He gasped, trying to draw in air. Owen. Owen was-
"Oi, shove off you." Owen roughly pushed the lion to one side, gathering Ianto up. "Breathe Yan. Hey, Deep breaths, calm down." Owen rubbed small circles on his back. "Shh, that's it. Calm. It's okay. We're both here."
Ianto's breath hitched, stuttered, and started back, slowly calming.
"O- Owen?"
"Yeah. Jack told you he'd bring me here, didn't he?" Owen pulled away and held Ianto at arm's length.
"You're shaking, Luv. As much as I love the view, you should wear more clothes. Don't want you catching cold, do we?" As he spoke, Owen checked Ianto's pulse then ran hands over Ianto's body, looking for injuries, more out of habit than actual need, before belting the great coat securely closed. "You stole my buttons." He said, flicking the bits of metal.
Ianto simply blinked up at him. Owen was here. He was here and Jack was-
"Owen?! Oh- oh god! You're alive! you're here!" Ianto threw him self at Owen, knocking him to the dirt ground outside the mausoleum and kissed him, hard and deep.
-
Owen made a happy, slightly startled noise at the impact, and wrapped his arms tightly around Ianto, holding on for dear life. Oh thank every non-existent god! He'd really been thinking he'd never get Ianto back.
Ianto's hands roamed all over his body, like it was the first time he had ever touched him. He gasped into Owen's mouth, pushing his hands up inside his shirt, over his sides and chest.
When they finally had to come up for air, Owen grinned up at Ianto, hand stroking his cheek. "Oh Ianto. God, you're okay. I've been so fucking worried!"
"You're okay? You're really okay? You-you died. I- oh god I killed you! Owen, I'm so, so, so sorry!" Ianto's fragile control slipped, and he sobbed, burying his face against Owen's neck, holding him tighter.
"Shhh, shh, Yan it's okay. It's okay! It was a accident, you didn't mean it. It was my fault, I should have known better then to go playing around in your head. It's my fault, I must have done something to set you off. God Yan, I've been so fucking scared the last few days, and you were here for months.. I'm so sorry." Owen clung to Ianto and closed his eyes tightly against the tears that threatened.
He'd been so fucking stupid. He should have known better then to go poking around Ianto's head, in the state he was in. If he hadn't been stupid, none of this would have happened, they'd still be at home, happy and fine.
Jack wrapped his arms around both of them and kissed the top of their heads. "It's okay, we're all okay, and we're going to be fine. We're all here, and we're gonna get out, and go home and- and everything will be perfect again."
Owen nodded, moving just enough to let the wolverine, who had been growling and chewing on his pants, closer to Ianto. The wolverine used Owen as a ladder, snuggling in against Ianto's chest.
The three of them lay in the grass at the entrance to the mausoleum, huddled in each others arms.
Eventually Ianto's hiccupy gasps had calmed, and Owen finally decided he wasn't going to burst into tears. Dog had somehow managed to wiggle between them and was studiously licking a grumbling wolverine, while Lion had plastered itself against Ianto's back, one tentacle was furtively working on the belt holding Ianto's greatcoat closed.
Owen whacked at the purple tentacle, shifted and poked the other two. "...it's getting a bit hard to breathe with the two of you on top of me, shift over."
Jack laughed and sat up, pulling Ianto with him.
Ianto stroked Owen's cheek, looking amazed that he had his lovers again.
Owen rubbed at his eyes and tear streaked cheeks, and remembered what Jack ad filled him in on. "So....home sweet home?" He nodded his head towards the crypt.
Ianto nodded.
"And what's this I hear about you frying your brain?!"
Ianto suddenly found a piece of grass fascinating, and refused to meet his eyes.
"Ianto." Owen's voice was firm, as he scowled at his lover.
Ianto sighed and looked up, leaning back against Jack, like the older man could protect him "I had to. It was the only way to make it safe for you to come here. I could have killed you again."
"Ianto Jones, are you insane?! You damaged your brain!"
Ianto shrugged, though his hands twitched nervously. "So? Only a little. What's it matter? It was a horrible, good for nothing power. It's safer now."
"Ianto what am I thinking. What am I feeling? Are my powers bugging me? Does my head hurt?"
Ianto stared at Owen, and then ducked his head.
"You didn't just destroy your- your- head-blowing-up power, you destroyed all of your powers!"
"I- uh..."
Owen saw him pale visibly.
"Oh dear." Ianto murmured, and Owen fought the warring urges to both cuddle and strangle his lover.
"Yeah 'oh dear'. What are you going to do when one of us zones? When Jack ends up in a whimpering ball of pain because we ordered take out, and someone put too much spice in his food, when I'm gasping for air on the floor, feeling like railroad spikes are being driven into my brain, because I forgot to close the blinds? How are you going to help us then? You're our guide. We need you. You're not just hurting your self, you're hurting all of us. We're a team, Yan!" Owen knew making Ianto feel guilty, and flaring up his need to protect them was the best possible way to make Ianto want to fix this.
Jack shifted, sifting his fingers through Ianto's hair.
Ianto's mouth opened, then fell shut, realization falling across his face, with dawning horror. "I uh...I have the knob..." he turned, rummaging through the tall grass. The dog scampered into the mausoleum, returning with a broken knob in his mouth, handing it to Owen.
Ianto took it, turning to look at the ragged shaft that had connected it to the tree. "Maybe…maybe I could put it back on?" he looked backup at Owen hopefully.
Owen sighed and pulled him in by the back of the neck and kissed him. "Yeah, let's try that. Got any duct tape?"
Jack would come back. He would. He promised he'd come back, and bring Owen.
....unless it was all a dream. It could have been a dream. Oh dear god, what if it was a dream?! What if Jack and Owen really were dead, and the other day was just him losing what little hold he had left on his mind?!
Jack’s lion head butted his shoulder roughly, nearly tipping him over on his side, and wrapped his tentacles around him in a hug. His dog nuzzled into his other side. Ianto slowly ran his hand though the lion's soft pink fur. If he was losing his mind, he was really, really good at it. He allowed Jack's guide to rock him.
Across the clearing, movement made all of them look up and Ianto's heart leapt when he saw Jack appear...then fell when he didn't see Owen. Owen was dead. Jack was wrong, and Owen was dead and gone, and Jack was back to tell him. Oh God Owen! Ianto buried his face in the lion's neck, breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he began to sob.
He heard a rush of noise and felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder where the coat had slid down. he tensed waiting to hear 'I'm sorry, Ianto. I'm so, so sorry. He's gone.' in Jack's deep American accent.
Instead he heard Owen's playful English voice. "Oi, don't tell me, you've left me for that mangy fish breath, have you?!"
Ianto's head shot up so fast he nearly gave him self whiplash. Owen was crouching in front of him, a wide grin on his face. Ianto froze, clutching the lion even tighter. He couldn't breathe. He gasped, trying to draw in air. Owen. Owen was-
"Oi, shove off you." Owen roughly pushed the lion to one side, gathering Ianto up. "Breathe Yan. Hey, Deep breaths, calm down." Owen rubbed small circles on his back. "Shh, that's it. Calm. It's okay. We're both here."
Ianto's breath hitched, stuttered, and started back, slowly calming.
"O- Owen?"
"Yeah. Jack told you he'd bring me here, didn't he?" Owen pulled away and held Ianto at arm's length.
"You're shaking, Luv. As much as I love the view, you should wear more clothes. Don't want you catching cold, do we?" As he spoke, Owen checked Ianto's pulse then ran hands over Ianto's body, looking for injuries, more out of habit than actual need, before belting the great coat securely closed. "You stole my buttons." He said, flicking the bits of metal.
Ianto simply blinked up at him. Owen was here. He was here and Jack was-
"Owen?! Oh- oh god! You're alive! you're here!" Ianto threw him self at Owen, knocking him to the dirt ground outside the mausoleum and kissed him, hard and deep.
-
Owen made a happy, slightly startled noise at the impact, and wrapped his arms tightly around Ianto, holding on for dear life. Oh thank every non-existent god! He'd really been thinking he'd never get Ianto back.
Ianto's hands roamed all over his body, like it was the first time he had ever touched him. He gasped into Owen's mouth, pushing his hands up inside his shirt, over his sides and chest.
When they finally had to come up for air, Owen grinned up at Ianto, hand stroking his cheek. "Oh Ianto. God, you're okay. I've been so fucking worried!"
"You're okay? You're really okay? You-you died. I- oh god I killed you! Owen, I'm so, so, so sorry!" Ianto's fragile control slipped, and he sobbed, burying his face against Owen's neck, holding him tighter.
"Shhh, shh, Yan it's okay. It's okay! It was a accident, you didn't mean it. It was my fault, I should have known better then to go playing around in your head. It's my fault, I must have done something to set you off. God Yan, I've been so fucking scared the last few days, and you were here for months.. I'm so sorry." Owen clung to Ianto and closed his eyes tightly against the tears that threatened.
He'd been so fucking stupid. He should have known better then to go poking around Ianto's head, in the state he was in. If he hadn't been stupid, none of this would have happened, they'd still be at home, happy and fine.
Jack wrapped his arms around both of them and kissed the top of their heads. "It's okay, we're all okay, and we're going to be fine. We're all here, and we're gonna get out, and go home and- and everything will be perfect again."
Owen nodded, moving just enough to let the wolverine, who had been growling and chewing on his pants, closer to Ianto. The wolverine used Owen as a ladder, snuggling in against Ianto's chest.
The three of them lay in the grass at the entrance to the mausoleum, huddled in each others arms.
Eventually Ianto's hiccupy gasps had calmed, and Owen finally decided he wasn't going to burst into tears. Dog had somehow managed to wiggle between them and was studiously licking a grumbling wolverine, while Lion had plastered itself against Ianto's back, one tentacle was furtively working on the belt holding Ianto's greatcoat closed.
Owen whacked at the purple tentacle, shifted and poked the other two. "...it's getting a bit hard to breathe with the two of you on top of me, shift over."
Jack laughed and sat up, pulling Ianto with him.
Ianto stroked Owen's cheek, looking amazed that he had his lovers again.
Owen rubbed at his eyes and tear streaked cheeks, and remembered what Jack ad filled him in on. "So....home sweet home?" He nodded his head towards the crypt.
Ianto nodded.
"And what's this I hear about you frying your brain?!"
Ianto suddenly found a piece of grass fascinating, and refused to meet his eyes.
"Ianto." Owen's voice was firm, as he scowled at his lover.
Ianto sighed and looked up, leaning back against Jack, like the older man could protect him "I had to. It was the only way to make it safe for you to come here. I could have killed you again."
"Ianto Jones, are you insane?! You damaged your brain!"
Ianto shrugged, though his hands twitched nervously. "So? Only a little. What's it matter? It was a horrible, good for nothing power. It's safer now."
"Ianto what am I thinking. What am I feeling? Are my powers bugging me? Does my head hurt?"
Ianto stared at Owen, and then ducked his head.
"You didn't just destroy your- your- head-blowing-up power, you destroyed all of your powers!"
"I- uh..."
Owen saw him pale visibly.
"Oh dear." Ianto murmured, and Owen fought the warring urges to both cuddle and strangle his lover.
"Yeah 'oh dear'. What are you going to do when one of us zones? When Jack ends up in a whimpering ball of pain because we ordered take out, and someone put too much spice in his food, when I'm gasping for air on the floor, feeling like railroad spikes are being driven into my brain, because I forgot to close the blinds? How are you going to help us then? You're our guide. We need you. You're not just hurting your self, you're hurting all of us. We're a team, Yan!" Owen knew making Ianto feel guilty, and flaring up his need to protect them was the best possible way to make Ianto want to fix this.
Jack shifted, sifting his fingers through Ianto's hair.
Ianto's mouth opened, then fell shut, realization falling across his face, with dawning horror. "I uh...I have the knob..." he turned, rummaging through the tall grass. The dog scampered into the mausoleum, returning with a broken knob in his mouth, handing it to Owen.
Ianto took it, turning to look at the ragged shaft that had connected it to the tree. "Maybe…maybe I could put it back on?" he looked backup at Owen hopefully.
Owen sighed and pulled him in by the back of the neck and kissed him. "Yeah, let's try that. Got any duct tape?"