Quarantine.... Part 9
Torchwood Case File #16788757
Keywords: Quarantine; Virus; Doctor; Harold Saxon; TARDIS
Interviewees: Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones; Owen Harper; Gwen Cooper; Jack Harkness
Interview with Jack Harkness. Continued.
"Your colleague Toshiko indicated that she heard screaming, can you please tell us what exactly was going on in there?"
"Well, the Master had to be restrained again and he didn't like it. He can make quite a bit of a row if you don't gag him as well."
"And the music?"
"We were dancing."
"Dancing?!"
"Yep, dancing. Personally I like a good Rumba, whereas the Doctor, he's more of a Tango man. As for the Master, he's strictly ballroom. I think he just likes wearing the frilly dresses..."
"Can you at least explain how the two aliens managed to evade you and get back into a secure facility if you had him restrained."
"Oh that. Well they.... overpowered me."
"......."
"You died again didn't you?"
"Hey it's not something I like to make a habit of but yes, I died."
"You do realise that as it wasn't whilst on Torchwood business you won't get any hazard pay for this one."
"Gee, nice to know you care so much."
"And when you revived they were gone? Did you know where?"
"Not straight away. See, the TARDIS is a big place and I wanted to check Ianto was ok first. It wasn't until I came back to the control room that I heard....."
"Heard what?"
"Splashing."
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Jack awoke slowly, feeling so warm and comfortable and... good.... he fought against consciousness, wishing to stay in this in between state for ever. He kept his eyes screwed shut, ignoring the world around him until gradully he became aware of a gentle rocking motiong. He opened his eyes with a groan and then sat up quickly as several things came to his attention at once.
1. He was (still) naked
2. He was slightly cleaner than he remembered, albeit smelling slightly like wet wipes.
3. The lights were back on
4. He was in bed
5. The strange rocking motion was being caused by a naked Welshman, still tied to his bed beside him and incredibly pissed off about it.
6. The Time Lords were nowhere to be seen.
It was the last that caused Jack to groan and lie down again, reaching over to absentmindedly release Ianto before he remembered too late why he had been tied up in the first place. "Aw come on Ianto, give me a break." Ianto leapt up to sit astride Jacks waist, pulling the gag out of his own mouth and flinging it away.
"No way Sir. I've been here for hours. Where the bloody hell have you been?" Jack groaned as Ianto pressed down into him, running his hands across Jack's chest.
"And when did you you swear so much, just out of interest?"
"Since when did you care about conversation?" Jack grinned ruefully as his tired body slowly woke up again, healed and ready to go. His mind was slightly less willing, a killer headache still lingering behind his left eye where he suspected several key blood vessels had exploded recently. He rubbed his head gingerly and winced. Damn. It had been worth it though.... He frowned as he realised Ianto was rubbing at his chest, not particularly gently now, as though trying to remove something from his skin. He wriggled to lean back on his elbows so he could see what it was then groaned. Someone had drawn a smiley face on his chest and someone else had signed or written something below it. Bastards. Knowing the Master it was probably the Gallifreyan equivalent of "I Woz Ere." Ianto stopped and sat back with a sigh. "Permanent marker. We're going to have to scrub that off."
"We?" Ianto nodded and jumped off Jack, grabbing a wrist and dragging Jack off the bed with him.
"Now I assume there is some kind of bathroom in this place and you didn't travel around the universe smelly and dirty?" Jack nodded and couldn't help grinning as Ianto dragged him out of the room, not even noticing the note pinned to the door as they left. They didn't make it all the way to the showers before Ianto decided that he couldn't wait any longer and and pounced on Jack again, pinning him to the wall. Jack was still far too relaxed to fight back, going with the flow as the younger man kissed him furiously, his hands wrapped around Jack's back, pulling at his skin. Ianto broke off the kiss, his mouth gently nibbling down Jack's jaw, neck shoulder.... Then he suddenly stopped and frowned up at Jack.
"What's wrong?" Ianto frowned and grabbed his hand again, pulling them down the corridor to the bathroom again.
"You taste of them. I want you to taste of you." Jack sighed and stopped, pulling the younger man into his arms again.
"I'm sorry." Ianto shrugged and kissed him softly.
"I know I can't keep you Captain Jack Harkness but I'll be damned if I don't at least insist on you being clean for me first." He grinned evilly now. "Besides, I was there first, they could probably smell me on you."
"Bet they could taste you too." Ianto looked thoughtful.
"I wonder how I taste to them? You always seem to like it, perhaps they would too..."
"Oh no you don't Ianto Jones." Jack reached down to grasp Ianto's butt firmly, pressing them together tightly. "You are all mine." With a slight growl he broke free and grabbed his hand, pulling them both off to shower so they could get clean again. And possibly dirty too.....
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Keywords: Quarantine; Virus; Doctor; Harold Saxon; TARDIS
Interviewees: Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones; Owen Harper; Gwen Cooper; Jack Harkness
Interview with Jack Harkness. Continued.
"Your colleague Toshiko indicated that she heard screaming, can you please tell us what exactly was going on in there?"
"Well, the Master had to be restrained again and he didn't like it. He can make quite a bit of a row if you don't gag him as well."
"And the music?"
"We were dancing."
"Dancing?!"
"Yep, dancing. Personally I like a good Rumba, whereas the Doctor, he's more of a Tango man. As for the Master, he's strictly ballroom. I think he just likes wearing the frilly dresses..."
"Can you at least explain how the two aliens managed to evade you and get back into a secure facility if you had him restrained."
"Oh that. Well they.... overpowered me."
"......."
"You died again didn't you?"
"Hey it's not something I like to make a habit of but yes, I died."
"You do realise that as it wasn't whilst on Torchwood business you won't get any hazard pay for this one."
"Gee, nice to know you care so much."
"And when you revived they were gone? Did you know where?"
"Not straight away. See, the TARDIS is a big place and I wanted to check Ianto was ok first. It wasn't until I came back to the control room that I heard....."
"Heard what?"
"Splashing."
****************************
Jack awoke slowly, feeling so warm and comfortable and... good.... he fought against consciousness, wishing to stay in this in between state for ever. He kept his eyes screwed shut, ignoring the world around him until gradully he became aware of a gentle rocking motiong. He opened his eyes with a groan and then sat up quickly as several things came to his attention at once.
1. He was (still) naked
2. He was slightly cleaner than he remembered, albeit smelling slightly like wet wipes.
3. The lights were back on
4. He was in bed
5. The strange rocking motion was being caused by a naked Welshman, still tied to his bed beside him and incredibly pissed off about it.
6. The Time Lords were nowhere to be seen.
It was the last that caused Jack to groan and lie down again, reaching over to absentmindedly release Ianto before he remembered too late why he had been tied up in the first place. "Aw come on Ianto, give me a break." Ianto leapt up to sit astride Jacks waist, pulling the gag out of his own mouth and flinging it away.
"No way Sir. I've been here for hours. Where the bloody hell have you been?" Jack groaned as Ianto pressed down into him, running his hands across Jack's chest.
"And when did you you swear so much, just out of interest?"
"Since when did you care about conversation?" Jack grinned ruefully as his tired body slowly woke up again, healed and ready to go. His mind was slightly less willing, a killer headache still lingering behind his left eye where he suspected several key blood vessels had exploded recently. He rubbed his head gingerly and winced. Damn. It had been worth it though.... He frowned as he realised Ianto was rubbing at his chest, not particularly gently now, as though trying to remove something from his skin. He wriggled to lean back on his elbows so he could see what it was then groaned. Someone had drawn a smiley face on his chest and someone else had signed or written something below it. Bastards. Knowing the Master it was probably the Gallifreyan equivalent of "I Woz Ere." Ianto stopped and sat back with a sigh. "Permanent marker. We're going to have to scrub that off."
"We?" Ianto nodded and jumped off Jack, grabbing a wrist and dragging Jack off the bed with him.
"Now I assume there is some kind of bathroom in this place and you didn't travel around the universe smelly and dirty?" Jack nodded and couldn't help grinning as Ianto dragged him out of the room, not even noticing the note pinned to the door as they left. They didn't make it all the way to the showers before Ianto decided that he couldn't wait any longer and and pounced on Jack again, pinning him to the wall. Jack was still far too relaxed to fight back, going with the flow as the younger man kissed him furiously, his hands wrapped around Jack's back, pulling at his skin. Ianto broke off the kiss, his mouth gently nibbling down Jack's jaw, neck shoulder.... Then he suddenly stopped and frowned up at Jack.
"What's wrong?" Ianto frowned and grabbed his hand again, pulling them down the corridor to the bathroom again.
"You taste of them. I want you to taste of you." Jack sighed and stopped, pulling the younger man into his arms again.
"I'm sorry." Ianto shrugged and kissed him softly.
"I know I can't keep you Captain Jack Harkness but I'll be damned if I don't at least insist on you being clean for me first." He grinned evilly now. "Besides, I was there first, they could probably smell me on you."
"Bet they could taste you too." Ianto looked thoughtful.
"I wonder how I taste to them? You always seem to like it, perhaps they would too..."
"Oh no you don't Ianto Jones." Jack reached down to grasp Ianto's butt firmly, pressing them together tightly. "You are all mine." With a slight growl he broke free and grabbed his hand, pulling them both off to shower so they could get clean again. And possibly dirty too.....
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