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dru_evilistaThey sat in a warm patch of sunlight, legs crossed under them, Jack and Owen holding Ianto's hands while their guides sat next to them, heads in their laps.
Reattaching the dial had failed miserably, and they had finally decided to simply work on getting Ianto into the real world. There would be time enough to work on fixing Ianto's sixth sense when he was safely back with Jack and Owen in Tosh's bedroom.
After a quick break for lunch, and a slightly longer break for another romp in the underground bedroom, they had settled down in the long grass.
Jack spoke softly and calmly, doing his best impression of Ianto's guide voice. "Okay Ianto. Picture your body.” Jack paused, tilting his head as he thought about the image, and Owen elbowed him in the ribs.
Jack cleared his throat. “Picture your body. You're stretched out on Tosh's bed, under the covers. Picture your features, think about what you look like." He did the same himself, constructing a picture of the three of them, laying in the large bed. "Now see the long, thin golden string connecting you to your body. It's strong, see it get stronger. See it get thicker, and feel it go taught. It’s pulling you back into your body."
Ianto was not relaxing, hand twitching as he fidgeted. Jack opened his eyes and saw Ianto nervously looking around the clearing. "Ianto, come on. You wanna go home right? You wanna see Tosh and Gwen? See and hold Owen and me for real? You gotta concentrate, okay? I want you back in that hot little body of yours so I can shag you senseless."
Ianto startled then laughed, and Owen rolled his eyes, creating a thin golden rope. He tied one end to Ianto's wrist and the other to his own.
"Just follow me, Yan." He said, and squeezed Ianto's hand before fading, along with his wolverine. The rope hung in the air, disappearing in to thin air.
The younger man settled down again. Jack followed suit, and focused on Ianto, giving him a little shove in the direction that Owen had disappeared. At the same time the golden rope grew taught, tugging Ianto forward.
Jack felt his hands hit the ground as Ianto disappeared from the forest then felt the tug to go back, and followed it, eyes opening to bright sunlight streaming into Toshiko's bedroom.
Owen was already sitting up leaning over Ianto.
"Owen? Ianto?"
Ianto made a small groaning noise, hand clumsily lifting a few inches before flopping back down by his side. "Jaaack?" He asked in a quiet slurring voice, head rolling on the pillow.
"Ianto?! What's wrong?!" Jack leaned over him, franticly checking him over with his senses.
"Tired." Ianto yawned.
Owen finished his examination and slumped, rubbing his face. "It's okay Jack. It's fine."
Ianto made a disgruntled 'hrmph'.
"Being active in meditation wears him out. We were shagging like bunny rabbits and all...he's gonna need some rest. Otherwise he looks fine." Owen tucked Ianto's arms back under the duvet.
Jack kissed Ianto's forehead, stroking his hair back. "Sleep sweetheart. When you wake up...when you wake up we'll talk more."
Ianto hummed his agreement then slowly stretched, rolling over. He was asleep before his body completely stilled.
Jack watched him for a few minutes listening to his heart and breathing, slow and deep with sleep.
Owen kissed the back of Ianto's neck lightly, not waking him, then kissed Jack. "I'm gonna go talk to the girls, let them know what's happening."
As Owen shifted his weight to get off the bed, Ianto's arm snaked out, wrapping around Owen's waist, pulling him off balance and hugging him close like a teddy bear.
Jack laughed quietly. "I don't think you will be. I'll go."
He was pulled down just as quickly, and Owen smirked at him. "Looks like neither of us are going anywhere for a while. Hope you don't have to piss."
Jack snorted and settled down, draping his own arm over Ianto. Dog jumped up on the bed, curling up on the foot.
"Can you reach your mobile?"
Owen tried, but was stopped my a low, sleepy grumble from Ianto when he leaned too far away. "… Think they can wait?"
Jack snickered, and looked at the clock on the side of the bed. "They'll be barging in soon anyway." He buried his nose in Ianto's hair, relaxing into the soft mattress. "That's soon enough."
Reattaching the dial had failed miserably, and they had finally decided to simply work on getting Ianto into the real world. There would be time enough to work on fixing Ianto's sixth sense when he was safely back with Jack and Owen in Tosh's bedroom.
After a quick break for lunch, and a slightly longer break for another romp in the underground bedroom, they had settled down in the long grass.
Jack spoke softly and calmly, doing his best impression of Ianto's guide voice. "Okay Ianto. Picture your body.” Jack paused, tilting his head as he thought about the image, and Owen elbowed him in the ribs.
Jack cleared his throat. “Picture your body. You're stretched out on Tosh's bed, under the covers. Picture your features, think about what you look like." He did the same himself, constructing a picture of the three of them, laying in the large bed. "Now see the long, thin golden string connecting you to your body. It's strong, see it get stronger. See it get thicker, and feel it go taught. It’s pulling you back into your body."
Ianto was not relaxing, hand twitching as he fidgeted. Jack opened his eyes and saw Ianto nervously looking around the clearing. "Ianto, come on. You wanna go home right? You wanna see Tosh and Gwen? See and hold Owen and me for real? You gotta concentrate, okay? I want you back in that hot little body of yours so I can shag you senseless."
Ianto startled then laughed, and Owen rolled his eyes, creating a thin golden rope. He tied one end to Ianto's wrist and the other to his own.
"Just follow me, Yan." He said, and squeezed Ianto's hand before fading, along with his wolverine. The rope hung in the air, disappearing in to thin air.
The younger man settled down again. Jack followed suit, and focused on Ianto, giving him a little shove in the direction that Owen had disappeared. At the same time the golden rope grew taught, tugging Ianto forward.
Jack felt his hands hit the ground as Ianto disappeared from the forest then felt the tug to go back, and followed it, eyes opening to bright sunlight streaming into Toshiko's bedroom.
Owen was already sitting up leaning over Ianto.
"Owen? Ianto?"
Ianto made a small groaning noise, hand clumsily lifting a few inches before flopping back down by his side. "Jaaack?" He asked in a quiet slurring voice, head rolling on the pillow.
"Ianto?! What's wrong?!" Jack leaned over him, franticly checking him over with his senses.
"Tired." Ianto yawned.
Owen finished his examination and slumped, rubbing his face. "It's okay Jack. It's fine."
Ianto made a disgruntled 'hrmph'.
"Being active in meditation wears him out. We were shagging like bunny rabbits and all...he's gonna need some rest. Otherwise he looks fine." Owen tucked Ianto's arms back under the duvet.
Jack kissed Ianto's forehead, stroking his hair back. "Sleep sweetheart. When you wake up...when you wake up we'll talk more."
Ianto hummed his agreement then slowly stretched, rolling over. He was asleep before his body completely stilled.
Jack watched him for a few minutes listening to his heart and breathing, slow and deep with sleep.
Owen kissed the back of Ianto's neck lightly, not waking him, then kissed Jack. "I'm gonna go talk to the girls, let them know what's happening."
As Owen shifted his weight to get off the bed, Ianto's arm snaked out, wrapping around Owen's waist, pulling him off balance and hugging him close like a teddy bear.
Jack laughed quietly. "I don't think you will be. I'll go."
He was pulled down just as quickly, and Owen smirked at him. "Looks like neither of us are going anywhere for a while. Hope you don't have to piss."
Jack snorted and settled down, draping his own arm over Ianto. Dog jumped up on the bed, curling up on the foot.
"Can you reach your mobile?"
Owen tried, but was stopped my a low, sleepy grumble from Ianto when he leaned too far away. "… Think they can wait?"
Jack snickered, and looked at the clock on the side of the bed. "They'll be barging in soon anyway." He buried his nose in Ianto's hair, relaxing into the soft mattress. "That's soon enough."