Honeymoon In Peril - 2/2
Title: Honeymoon In Peril
Authors: et_muse and piper08
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ten
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If someone would give us Jack and Ianto for Christmas, we would be very grateful...
Summary: The Doctor offers to take Jack and Ianto somewhere nice for their honeymoon. It doesn't work out quite as planned...
Warnings: Character Death
Authors' Note: Okay, so it looks like you're in luck, and you get the end today and not July :)
Part One
Honeymoon In Peril, Part Two
Jack gasped and sat up, disoriented. He looked around at his surroundings. The décor was unfamiliar, but it was unmistakably a hospital. It took him a few moments to remember the events that must have landed him there, and a few more to remember who his companion had been.
“Ianto!”
His pained cry brought a nurse rushing to the room.
Her face paled a little when she noticed him sitting up alert. “The Doctor said you’d be back, but…”
“Yes, yes, I can’t stay dead, it’s all very interesting,” Jack interrupted, “but right now all I want to know is where the hell my husband is.”
“If you mean the young man who was brought in with you, he’s in surgery,” the nurse replied, more than a little intimidated.
Although the word ‘surgery’ worried Jack, his overwhelming response was relief. He’s alive.
The building had crumbled in little more than an instant, and Jack’s last memory before being crushed was trying to push Ianto out of the way of the falling rubble. The Doctor had been several feet in front of them, so he hadn’t been sure if he’d been out of the danger zone or not, but he had deduced from the nurse’s statement that he was clearly alive and well.
But Ianto…
“Where’s the Doctor?” he asked hoarsely.
“Pestering the staff outside the operating theatre, wanting constant updates about your… hubdand?”
“Husband.” Jack corrected, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and making to stand.
“Oh, no, no, no. You can’t get up yet. You were just dead, you can’t.”
“Listen, the man I love is in surgery. There is no way you’re keeping me away from there. So let me up.”
“At least let me get you a wheelchair…” The nurse’s voice trailed off as Jack glared at her and proceeded to get to his feet. She put up no further argument as he strode out of the door.
He reappeared a few seconds later, a beseeching look on his face. “You couldn’t show me the way, could you?”
* * *
Jack looked at his watch again. Ianto had been in surgery for four hours, and despite the Doctor’s persistence, the updates on his condition seemed few and far between.
They’d said over an hour and a half ago that they had dealt with all of his life-threatening injuries, but, well, that was an hour and a half ago. What had they been doing to him since?
“What’s taking them so long?” he burst out.
The Doctor jumped slightly. It was the first Jack had spoken in an hour. “I’m sure they’re just making sure that they’ve done everything they possibly can to make sure your Mr Jones will make a full recovery,” he comforted.
They both stood up as the doctor approached, looking tired.
“How is he?” Jack’s voice was frantic.
“Your partner is going to be fine, Mr Harkness,” the surgeon told him, “We had to do a lot of repair work but he’s resting comfortably now.”
“Can I see him?” Jack’s eyes pleaded with the young medical officer.
“Not yet,” the doctor replied, shaking his head. “But we’ll let you know as soon as he’s out of recovery, and you can go see him then.”
Jack pouted but sat back down and prepared to wait.
A short time later the doctor was back, leading Jack and the Doctor to a small comfortable room where Ianto lay, still groggy but conscious. Jack rushed to his side, gripping Ianto’s hand gently as he sank into the chair thoughtfully placed beside the bed.
“Gods, Ianto, I thought I’d lost you for a while there,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.
“Not going anywhere,” Ianto croaked, squeezing Jack’s hand.
Watching the tender scene unfolding in front of him, and assured that Ianto was going to recover, the Doctor slipped out of the door, leaving the young Welshman in his husband’s caring hands.
He passed the surgeon on the way out as he came to check on Ianto.
“How are you feeling, Mr Jones?” he asked, checking the readings from the various monitors set up around the bed.
Ianto shot him what Jack knew would have been a truly scathing look had Ianto not been under the lingering influence of the anaesthetic. “Like I just had a building collapse on me,” he stated dryly.
Jack smiled. If Ianto was feeling well enough to snark, he was on the way to recovery.
“Yes, quite.” The doctor nodded. “The damage was quite significant, and we had to repair several internal organs, as well as reconstructing the shattered bone in your right arm.”
“But he’s going to be ok, right?” Jack asked, looking up at the doctor.
“He should be, yes. We’ve never operated on a human before, but luckily you seem to be fairly similar to us on the inside. We had to use some of our own biological materials to patch you up, but I don’t think they’re going to cause a problem.”
Ianto’s eyebrows shot through his hairline. “I have alien parts in my internal organs now?”
“You could say that,” the surgeon said.
Jack caressed the back his hand with his thumb, and brought his other hand up to brush a lock of Ianto’s hair from his forehead. “It’s a small price to pay for your life.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining,” Ianto told him, a half-smile curving his lips. “Just going to take a little time to get used to.”
“When can I take him home?” Jack didn’t lift his eyes away from Ianto as he asked the question.
The doctor smiled at the obvious love and devotion between the couple in the room. “We’ll want to keep him in for a few days, but if he’s still doing well then, you can take him wherever you want.”
“Thanks, doctor,” Jack called absently as the medical officer left the room He smiled sadly at Ianto. “Some honeymoon. We’re not even gone twenty-four hours and I got you injured, what kind of a husband am I?”
Ianto shot him a look, which Jack recognised as his patented ‘it’s not your fault so stop blaming yourself you idiot’ look. “You’re my kind of husband. And maybe this isn’t quite how we saw this honeymoon going, but I’m with you, so I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Jack raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
“Okay, so maybe I could have done without this hospital stay, but the point still stands.” Ianto tilted his head and fixed Jack with an adoring look. “It was my own choice to come with you to help the Doctor here, so stop with the guilt. Speaking of, where is the Doctor?”
Jack looked around and shrugged, suddenly realising the man in question had disappeared at some point without him noticing. “I don’t know.”
* * *
They didn’t actually see the Doctor again until three days later, when Ianto was being discharged with the strict instruction to take it easy for a few days.
“Just where the hell have you been?” Jack cried when the Time Lord wandered in as they were signing the final paperwork for Ianto’s release. “I was beginning to worry.”
He hadn’t wanted to believe that the Doctor would abandon him again, abandon them both on this war-torn planet, but after the first twenty-four hours with no word from him, he couldn’t help but start to imagine the worst.
“I’ve been doing what we came here for,” the Doctor replied. “Stopping the invasion.”
“Really?” Ianto asked, surprise evident on his features. “How did you manage that?”
“Well, lucky for me, the Quasarvores happen to be one of the many races throughout the universe who take my reputation seriously. A few warnings here and maybe a veiled threat or two there, and they were packing up and getting ready to retreat.”
“So we can head home now, then?” Jack asked, slipping an arm around Ianto’s waist.
“No,” Ianto said before the Doctor could reply.
Jack looked at him in surprise. “No?”
“No,” Ianto confirmed. “We were going to Barcelona after we finished here.”
“But that was before you got hurt,” Jack reasoned. “We should get home and let you rest.”
The Doctor said nothing, watching the battle of wills play out in front of him.
“All they said is that I have to take it easy for a few days. I can do that in Barcelona.” Ianto argued.
“But…” Jack quietened as he recognised the look appearing on Ianto’s face. The expression that said ‘I’ve made up my mind, so there’s no point trying to sway me’.
“So…” The Doctor’s voice was tentative as he looked back and forth between the two men.
Jack sighed. “Barcelona it is.”
fin
Authors' Note 2: Ok, yes, the character death was just Jack, but still...
Authors: et_muse and piper08
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ten
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If someone would give us Jack and Ianto for Christmas, we would be very grateful...
Summary: The Doctor offers to take Jack and Ianto somewhere nice for their honeymoon. It doesn't work out quite as planned...
Warnings: Character Death
Authors' Note: Okay, so it looks like you're in luck, and you get the end today and not July :)
Part One
Honeymoon In Peril, Part Two
Jack gasped and sat up, disoriented. He looked around at his surroundings. The décor was unfamiliar, but it was unmistakably a hospital. It took him a few moments to remember the events that must have landed him there, and a few more to remember who his companion had been.
“Ianto!”
His pained cry brought a nurse rushing to the room.
Her face paled a little when she noticed him sitting up alert. “The Doctor said you’d be back, but…”
“Yes, yes, I can’t stay dead, it’s all very interesting,” Jack interrupted, “but right now all I want to know is where the hell my husband is.”
“If you mean the young man who was brought in with you, he’s in surgery,” the nurse replied, more than a little intimidated.
Although the word ‘surgery’ worried Jack, his overwhelming response was relief. He’s alive.
The building had crumbled in little more than an instant, and Jack’s last memory before being crushed was trying to push Ianto out of the way of the falling rubble. The Doctor had been several feet in front of them, so he hadn’t been sure if he’d been out of the danger zone or not, but he had deduced from the nurse’s statement that he was clearly alive and well.
But Ianto…
“Where’s the Doctor?” he asked hoarsely.
“Pestering the staff outside the operating theatre, wanting constant updates about your… hubdand?”
“Husband.” Jack corrected, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and making to stand.
“Oh, no, no, no. You can’t get up yet. You were just dead, you can’t.”
“Listen, the man I love is in surgery. There is no way you’re keeping me away from there. So let me up.”
“At least let me get you a wheelchair…” The nurse’s voice trailed off as Jack glared at her and proceeded to get to his feet. She put up no further argument as he strode out of the door.
He reappeared a few seconds later, a beseeching look on his face. “You couldn’t show me the way, could you?”
* * *
Jack looked at his watch again. Ianto had been in surgery for four hours, and despite the Doctor’s persistence, the updates on his condition seemed few and far between.
They’d said over an hour and a half ago that they had dealt with all of his life-threatening injuries, but, well, that was an hour and a half ago. What had they been doing to him since?
“What’s taking them so long?” he burst out.
The Doctor jumped slightly. It was the first Jack had spoken in an hour. “I’m sure they’re just making sure that they’ve done everything they possibly can to make sure your Mr Jones will make a full recovery,” he comforted.
They both stood up as the doctor approached, looking tired.
“How is he?” Jack’s voice was frantic.
“Your partner is going to be fine, Mr Harkness,” the surgeon told him, “We had to do a lot of repair work but he’s resting comfortably now.”
“Can I see him?” Jack’s eyes pleaded with the young medical officer.
“Not yet,” the doctor replied, shaking his head. “But we’ll let you know as soon as he’s out of recovery, and you can go see him then.”
Jack pouted but sat back down and prepared to wait.
A short time later the doctor was back, leading Jack and the Doctor to a small comfortable room where Ianto lay, still groggy but conscious. Jack rushed to his side, gripping Ianto’s hand gently as he sank into the chair thoughtfully placed beside the bed.
“Gods, Ianto, I thought I’d lost you for a while there,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.
“Not going anywhere,” Ianto croaked, squeezing Jack’s hand.
Watching the tender scene unfolding in front of him, and assured that Ianto was going to recover, the Doctor slipped out of the door, leaving the young Welshman in his husband’s caring hands.
He passed the surgeon on the way out as he came to check on Ianto.
“How are you feeling, Mr Jones?” he asked, checking the readings from the various monitors set up around the bed.
Ianto shot him what Jack knew would have been a truly scathing look had Ianto not been under the lingering influence of the anaesthetic. “Like I just had a building collapse on me,” he stated dryly.
Jack smiled. If Ianto was feeling well enough to snark, he was on the way to recovery.
“Yes, quite.” The doctor nodded. “The damage was quite significant, and we had to repair several internal organs, as well as reconstructing the shattered bone in your right arm.”
“But he’s going to be ok, right?” Jack asked, looking up at the doctor.
“He should be, yes. We’ve never operated on a human before, but luckily you seem to be fairly similar to us on the inside. We had to use some of our own biological materials to patch you up, but I don’t think they’re going to cause a problem.”
Ianto’s eyebrows shot through his hairline. “I have alien parts in my internal organs now?”
“You could say that,” the surgeon said.
Jack caressed the back his hand with his thumb, and brought his other hand up to brush a lock of Ianto’s hair from his forehead. “It’s a small price to pay for your life.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining,” Ianto told him, a half-smile curving his lips. “Just going to take a little time to get used to.”
“When can I take him home?” Jack didn’t lift his eyes away from Ianto as he asked the question.
The doctor smiled at the obvious love and devotion between the couple in the room. “We’ll want to keep him in for a few days, but if he’s still doing well then, you can take him wherever you want.”
“Thanks, doctor,” Jack called absently as the medical officer left the room He smiled sadly at Ianto. “Some honeymoon. We’re not even gone twenty-four hours and I got you injured, what kind of a husband am I?”
Ianto shot him a look, which Jack recognised as his patented ‘it’s not your fault so stop blaming yourself you idiot’ look. “You’re my kind of husband. And maybe this isn’t quite how we saw this honeymoon going, but I’m with you, so I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Jack raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
“Okay, so maybe I could have done without this hospital stay, but the point still stands.” Ianto tilted his head and fixed Jack with an adoring look. “It was my own choice to come with you to help the Doctor here, so stop with the guilt. Speaking of, where is the Doctor?”
Jack looked around and shrugged, suddenly realising the man in question had disappeared at some point without him noticing. “I don’t know.”
* * *
They didn’t actually see the Doctor again until three days later, when Ianto was being discharged with the strict instruction to take it easy for a few days.
“Just where the hell have you been?” Jack cried when the Time Lord wandered in as they were signing the final paperwork for Ianto’s release. “I was beginning to worry.”
He hadn’t wanted to believe that the Doctor would abandon him again, abandon them both on this war-torn planet, but after the first twenty-four hours with no word from him, he couldn’t help but start to imagine the worst.
“I’ve been doing what we came here for,” the Doctor replied. “Stopping the invasion.”
“Really?” Ianto asked, surprise evident on his features. “How did you manage that?”
“Well, lucky for me, the Quasarvores happen to be one of the many races throughout the universe who take my reputation seriously. A few warnings here and maybe a veiled threat or two there, and they were packing up and getting ready to retreat.”
“So we can head home now, then?” Jack asked, slipping an arm around Ianto’s waist.
“No,” Ianto said before the Doctor could reply.
Jack looked at him in surprise. “No?”
“No,” Ianto confirmed. “We were going to Barcelona after we finished here.”
“But that was before you got hurt,” Jack reasoned. “We should get home and let you rest.”
The Doctor said nothing, watching the battle of wills play out in front of him.
“All they said is that I have to take it easy for a few days. I can do that in Barcelona.” Ianto argued.
“But…” Jack quietened as he recognised the look appearing on Ianto’s face. The expression that said ‘I’ve made up my mind, so there’s no point trying to sway me’.
“So…” The Doctor’s voice was tentative as he looked back and forth between the two men.
Jack sighed. “Barcelona it is.”
fin
Authors' Note 2: Ok, yes, the character death was just Jack, but still...