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[gwencoopa]

Who: Gwen, Owen, Jack, Ianto, Tosh
Where: The Hub
When: Nearly evening
What: Jack/Ianto/Tosh return to the Hub with a fresh specimen for Owen, while Gwen is still suffering from the creature's poison.
Status: Incomplete

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[capj_harkness]

"OWEN!" Jack called as he helped Ianto bring the dead creature into the Hub. "We've got another one! Same thing, if the weird tingling where it scratched me is any indication!" He grunted slightly as he shifted the creature's weight. "How's Gwen?!"

[torchwood_doc]

Owen had just reached the steps up to the platform when he heard Jack's voice and looked back towards him.

"Shit!" Another one and with sweet FA from the first one, things seemed to be going from bad to worse.

"Holding her own," he replied, grimacing at the same time, so Jack knew the truth without him having to shout it out loud. "Take this to Gwen, will you luv?" As Toshiko passed him, he handed her the mug of coffee, then mouthed the words stay with her, before turning his attention back to Jack.

"I'll take it," he said, taking the weight from Jack, at the same time glancing at the damage to his clothing.

[tw_toshiko]

Toshiko took the mug of coffee in both hands and slowly made her way towards Gwen.

Smiling, she stopped, then slowly bent down, holding out the drink. "How do you feel?" she murmured, then wished she hadn't. Stupid question really, Gwen looked awful!

[tea_boy_x]

Ianto wondered what the blood thing was made off. I really must weigh a ton. At least. He was rather grateful for Jack to help him carry the bleeding thing. There was a slight fear that if he'd gotten the trolley it would have folded into itself.

Ianto made a mental note to get even stronger trolleys.

He blinked as Owen took over and glanced back to where Gwen was supposed to be. There was a brief wonder if Tosh was going to end up the same way now. Who knew how this poison got transferred?

"Right well," he mumbled, brushing off his still mostly impeccable suit. "Anything else you need me for, Sir?"

[capj_harkness]

Jack watched Ianto slip away, regretful that he'd been unable to convince him to stay, but he wasn't about to order him to.

He finished descending the stairs and went over to Owen in the medlab.

"Okay," he said, throwing himself into the nearest chair to be examined. "Go ahead."

[torchwood_doc]

"Thanks, Ianto, appreciate it. Next time you get shot in the arse, I'll give you a mirror and a bloody do-it-yourself kit."

Not bothering to wait for Jack, he went under the autopsy archway, put on his white coat, then went down the steps and began collecting together what he needed. As Jack sat down, he twanged the cuff of the medical glove he'd just put on, then sighed.

"Well, as Ianto's cleaning fetish seems to have reached a new height, looks like you're going to have to do the timing for me."

Clearing his throat, he started to explain what needed to be done and why.

"Right. I'm going to take swabs and blood samples, but, I need the exact times they were taken for comparison later. As our friendly neighbourhood Welshman's gone dusting... you're going to have to do it, because I don't want to run the risk of contaminating the outside of the tubes- okay?"

[tw_toshiko]

"If I'd been in the same position, I'd have reacted the same way, if I'd caught...." Toshiko blinked, then stopped herself from saying any more. It was bad enough dealing with Owen's reaction to it, Gwen's would probably be even worse!

Helping Gwen to pull the blankets closer, she smiled. "He will, no way would he let you...." Her voice trailed off, realising she'd blundered, she attempted to change the subject. "Is there anything I can get for you?"

[tea_boy_x]

Flipping Owen off as he walked off, Ianto scoffed. Really? Timing? Jack could time as well, not to mention it would distract him. Hadn't they learned by now that distracting Jack when doing things like that was essential? Obviously Owen had forgotten, what else was new.

There was a sly grin on the Welshman's face though, as he made his way down the garage, when Owen ironically made the shooting comment. For one, Ianto knew he wouldn't. You could a lot about the rat bastard, but he was a good doctor. For another, it reminded him of Ianto shooting Owen.

That thought, probably not that bizarrely, cheered him up considerably. He was actually whistling by the time he reached the car. Putting glove and a protective suit - three possible sick team members from the blood was enough - he started on cleaning and scrubbing out the car.

[capj_harkness]

Jack watched Owen fretting, and knew it meant Gwen's situation was worse than he was saying.

"Get one now," Jack told Ianto firmly, but not unkindly. He looked at Owen. "How long is this going to take?"

[tea_boy_x]

Biting down a sigh at the tones of voice he got hurled his way from Owen, Ianto merely raises an eyebrow at Jack before turning on his heels.

"Yes, Sir," he nodded, ignoring Owen as usual as made his way to the telephone. "I'll get you one shortly."

[torchwood_doc]

"God knows," he replied, shrugging and deliberately not making eye contact with Jack. "I only know the theory, never actually had to do the practical." Biting his lip, he stared at the steps in front of him. "I'm hoping I can trigger something in the sheep quickly and then use that alien incubator thing to speed things up." He didn't bother adding before it's too late.

[tw_toshiko]

Suddenly, there was something she could do to help. "I know the one you mean," she replied, eagerly. "I'll go and set it up, it's too big to bring here, but we managed to power it up down there before, should be able to do it again."

"I'll go and set it up," she said, then paused for a moment, waiting for Owen to reply. He gave the briefest of nods, but it was enough. Turning away, she headed across the platform.

[OOC: Presume Tosh has gone to work on the alien incubator and skip her turn]

OOC

[gwencoopa]

OOC: Should we start a new post, guys? This one is getting long.

Maybe after Owen is done doing his experiment on the sheep?

Re: OOC

[capj_harkness]

OOC: Sounds reasonable to me.