Fic: Consequential Confidentiality (Torchwood Jack/Ianto PG)
Title: Consequential Confidentiality
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 5 Adam
Summary: Owen discovers Ianto and Jack's living arrangements.
Word Count: 1394
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Follows on from Consequential Proclamation, and requested by kajmere the team to find out... this is Owen's.
“You go that way,” Jack pointed and ran off in the opposite direction through the trees of Bute Park.
Ianto used to like strolling through the park when he was a kid, and getting up to mischief there when he was a teenager. Now he spent his nights hunting weevils there with his partner-stroke-boss, and trying to avoid being bitten or worse, killed. It no longer held the wonder and beauty of his childhood, the cherished memories of laughter and stolen moments away from his family when he was older. Now it rendered memories of blood, stench and the foul odour of aliens.
But at least he had Jack.
Ianto was taken by surprise from behind and had the wind knocked out of him as he hit the ground. Rolling as quick as he could, he managed to subdue the weevil but not before the alien took a large bite out of his shoulder. Ianto screamed out in pain. He hit his comm unit as he rolled around on the ground, and could feel the blood pouring out of him.
“Jack,” he panted. “Jack, Jack...”
“Ianto? Ianto! What's wrong?!” Jack immediately stopped running.
“Bit me. Fucking hurts. Blood everywhere.” He tried not to cry, but the pain was so intense. “Jack!”
“I'm coming! Just hold on, Ianto, I'm coming!” Jack said, running in the direction he told Ianto to go. “Where are you?”
“Don't know,” Ianto mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He was tired, and his shoulder was throbbing. The pain was burning. “Tired Jack. Want to sleep.”
“NO! No, don't sleep, Yan, you hear me? Keep talking to me, okay?” Jack ordered him. “Keep talking to me, Ianto.” Jack flicked open his vortex manipulator and pressed a couple of buttons to scan the area and try to get a location on Ianto's GPS. When he located him, he found he wasn't that far away. He took off running again, and pulled out his phone. “Ianto!”
“Jack,” Ianto mumbled.
“C'mon, babe, tell me something, anything. Tell me about your favourite Bond movie.”
Ianto laughed weekly. “You hate Bond.”
“No, I hate your obsession with him. Can't have some suave jackass in a tux stealing my man,” Jack corrected. “Besides, I'd be a much better secret service agent.”
Ianto snorted. “Because you're so subtle and suave, Jack.” He groaned. “You'd stand out like a neon light.”
Jack spotted Ianto and ran over to him, collapsing onto his knees next to him. Jack cupped his cheek with one hand. “Hey. I'm here.” Then Jack got a look at the damage. “Fuck.” He called Owen. “I need you at the Hub. Now. Ianto's got a severe Weevil bite on his left shoulder. I think he might need a blood transfusion too. He's bleeding everywhere!”
Owen told Jack what to do to try and stem the bleeding, using his clothing as a makeshift gauze. Jack shoved his phone back into his pocket, threw back his coat, pushed his braces down frantically and fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt to pull it off. Then he yanked his white cotton undershirt over his head and ripped it up into strips. As carefully as he could he padded the bite with the cotton strips. He shoved his arms back into his shirt and coat but didn't do either of them up.
“C'mon. Think you can walk?” Jack asked Ianto, as he helped him to his feet. Ianto nearly collapsed to the ground again. “Okay. Let's carry you to the car.” Jack put Ianto's good arm around his neck and supported Ianto back to the SUV. When he climbed into the driver's side, Ianto frowned.
“What about the weevil?”
“Fuck the fucking weevil! I'll come back for it later.” He slammed the car into drive and sped all the way back to the Hub.
Owen was waiting in the medical bay when Jack and Ianto hobbled in.
“Well, you've got yourself in a right mess here, haven't you?” Owen asked, hands already gloved and scissors cutting Ianto's dress shirt off, tossing the ruined material into the hazard waste bin. “Get him on the table.” Owen picked up a hypodermic needle and inserted into a bottle of clear liquid. He then injected it in Ianto's bloodstream. Owen then hooked up an IV into a cannula he'd inserted into the back of his hand and hooked up a bag of blood to replace the blood he'd lost. “This is going to knock you out, right? You won't feel a thing, which I bet is a good thing right about now.” Owen waited until Ianto was unconscious before he started to work quickly to clean the wound, swearing when he saw how big it was. By the time he was done stitching Ianto back up and covering the wound, Jack had stopped pacing at the top of the medical bay and was leaning on the railing.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jack asked, concerned, as he came down the stairs to stand beside him.
Owen sighed and pulled off his gloves. “Yeah. He'll be out of it for a while, and then groggy when he comes around. You'll have to drive him home.”
Jack ran his fingers through Ianto's hair. “He lives here.”
Owen balked. “I'm sorry, what?”
“Fuck. I wasn't supposed to...” Jack sighed but didn't look up. “I asked him to move in. He lives here now, with me. Has done since the space whale incident.” Jack's eyes filled with tears. He closed them to hold them back and drew in a deep breath. He looked up at Owen. “He's really going to be okay?”
Owen clapped Jack on the arm. “He's really going to be fine, Jack. Though he'll no doubt bitch and moan for a few days, once the drugs wear off.”
Jack nodded. “Thanks Owen, for stitching him up.”
“Yeah, well, you can thank me by not having sex on my autopsy table. I can do without having to worry about disinfecting this place everyday, thank you very much,” Owen said, moving over to his computer and pulling up Ianto's file and typing in all the relevant information to keep his medical records up to date. He turned back to Jack. “Do Tosh and Gwen know? About you and Teaboy?”
“Tosh does,” Jack said, taking Ianto's hand in his and stroking his palm. “We haven't told Gwen yet.”
Owen gave him a tight smile. “Well, the whole world will know when she finds out. The shit will hit the fan. Good luck mate, you're gonna need it.”
Jack gave a sad laugh. “Yeah. Well. Hey, just don't-”
Owen turned back to his computer and started tapping away. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Don't breathe a word. Wouldn't dream of it. That is one bag of beans I definitely don't want to spill, believe me. Besides, Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that.” He suddenly looked over his shoulder. “Hey Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“You happy? You and Teaboy? He makes you happy, yeah?”
Jack smiled and looked down at his lover, who was passed out on pain medication. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Never thought I'd be, you know, like this again. But... he's special. Couldn't help it.” Jack lifted Ianto's hand to his mouth and kissed it, before putting it back down to rest it on Ianto's stomach, holding it. “Couldn't help it,” he repeated in a whisper.
Owen smiled. “Huh. Well. There's a first. Never thought I'd see the day.”
“The day for what?” Jack asked.
“Me being wrong... and maybe there is hope for all of us then.” Owen turned back to his computer, dismissing Jack and Ianto and returning to his tapping.
“Yeah.” Jack chuckled and continued to stroke his other hand through Ianto's hair in an effort to comfort his subconscious, just to let him know somehow that he was there like the many times that Ianto had been there for him when he'd died on the job and Ianto had waited with him to come back to life. “Yeah, there is.”
Next: Consequential Velocity
Author: magikalrhiannon
Beta: kajmere
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 5 Adam
Summary: Owen discovers Ianto and Jack's living arrangements.
Word Count: 1394
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Follows on from Consequential Proclamation, and requested by kajmere the team to find out... this is Owen's.
“You go that way,” Jack pointed and ran off in the opposite direction through the trees of Bute Park.
Ianto used to like strolling through the park when he was a kid, and getting up to mischief there when he was a teenager. Now he spent his nights hunting weevils there with his partner-stroke-boss, and trying to avoid being bitten or worse, killed. It no longer held the wonder and beauty of his childhood, the cherished memories of laughter and stolen moments away from his family when he was older. Now it rendered memories of blood, stench and the foul odour of aliens.
But at least he had Jack.
Ianto was taken by surprise from behind and had the wind knocked out of him as he hit the ground. Rolling as quick as he could, he managed to subdue the weevil but not before the alien took a large bite out of his shoulder. Ianto screamed out in pain. He hit his comm unit as he rolled around on the ground, and could feel the blood pouring out of him.
“Jack,” he panted. “Jack, Jack...”
“Ianto? Ianto! What's wrong?!” Jack immediately stopped running.
“Bit me. Fucking hurts. Blood everywhere.” He tried not to cry, but the pain was so intense. “Jack!”
“I'm coming! Just hold on, Ianto, I'm coming!” Jack said, running in the direction he told Ianto to go. “Where are you?”
“Don't know,” Ianto mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He was tired, and his shoulder was throbbing. The pain was burning. “Tired Jack. Want to sleep.”
“NO! No, don't sleep, Yan, you hear me? Keep talking to me, okay?” Jack ordered him. “Keep talking to me, Ianto.” Jack flicked open his vortex manipulator and pressed a couple of buttons to scan the area and try to get a location on Ianto's GPS. When he located him, he found he wasn't that far away. He took off running again, and pulled out his phone. “Ianto!”
“Jack,” Ianto mumbled.
“C'mon, babe, tell me something, anything. Tell me about your favourite Bond movie.”
Ianto laughed weekly. “You hate Bond.”
“No, I hate your obsession with him. Can't have some suave jackass in a tux stealing my man,” Jack corrected. “Besides, I'd be a much better secret service agent.”
Ianto snorted. “Because you're so subtle and suave, Jack.” He groaned. “You'd stand out like a neon light.”
Jack spotted Ianto and ran over to him, collapsing onto his knees next to him. Jack cupped his cheek with one hand. “Hey. I'm here.” Then Jack got a look at the damage. “Fuck.” He called Owen. “I need you at the Hub. Now. Ianto's got a severe Weevil bite on his left shoulder. I think he might need a blood transfusion too. He's bleeding everywhere!”
Owen told Jack what to do to try and stem the bleeding, using his clothing as a makeshift gauze. Jack shoved his phone back into his pocket, threw back his coat, pushed his braces down frantically and fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt to pull it off. Then he yanked his white cotton undershirt over his head and ripped it up into strips. As carefully as he could he padded the bite with the cotton strips. He shoved his arms back into his shirt and coat but didn't do either of them up.
“C'mon. Think you can walk?” Jack asked Ianto, as he helped him to his feet. Ianto nearly collapsed to the ground again. “Okay. Let's carry you to the car.” Jack put Ianto's good arm around his neck and supported Ianto back to the SUV. When he climbed into the driver's side, Ianto frowned.
“What about the weevil?”
“Fuck the fucking weevil! I'll come back for it later.” He slammed the car into drive and sped all the way back to the Hub.
Owen was waiting in the medical bay when Jack and Ianto hobbled in.
“Well, you've got yourself in a right mess here, haven't you?” Owen asked, hands already gloved and scissors cutting Ianto's dress shirt off, tossing the ruined material into the hazard waste bin. “Get him on the table.” Owen picked up a hypodermic needle and inserted into a bottle of clear liquid. He then injected it in Ianto's bloodstream. Owen then hooked up an IV into a cannula he'd inserted into the back of his hand and hooked up a bag of blood to replace the blood he'd lost. “This is going to knock you out, right? You won't feel a thing, which I bet is a good thing right about now.” Owen waited until Ianto was unconscious before he started to work quickly to clean the wound, swearing when he saw how big it was. By the time he was done stitching Ianto back up and covering the wound, Jack had stopped pacing at the top of the medical bay and was leaning on the railing.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jack asked, concerned, as he came down the stairs to stand beside him.
Owen sighed and pulled off his gloves. “Yeah. He'll be out of it for a while, and then groggy when he comes around. You'll have to drive him home.”
Jack ran his fingers through Ianto's hair. “He lives here.”
Owen balked. “I'm sorry, what?”
“Fuck. I wasn't supposed to...” Jack sighed but didn't look up. “I asked him to move in. He lives here now, with me. Has done since the space whale incident.” Jack's eyes filled with tears. He closed them to hold them back and drew in a deep breath. He looked up at Owen. “He's really going to be okay?”
Owen clapped Jack on the arm. “He's really going to be fine, Jack. Though he'll no doubt bitch and moan for a few days, once the drugs wear off.”
Jack nodded. “Thanks Owen, for stitching him up.”
“Yeah, well, you can thank me by not having sex on my autopsy table. I can do without having to worry about disinfecting this place everyday, thank you very much,” Owen said, moving over to his computer and pulling up Ianto's file and typing in all the relevant information to keep his medical records up to date. He turned back to Jack. “Do Tosh and Gwen know? About you and Teaboy?”
“Tosh does,” Jack said, taking Ianto's hand in his and stroking his palm. “We haven't told Gwen yet.”
Owen gave him a tight smile. “Well, the whole world will know when she finds out. The shit will hit the fan. Good luck mate, you're gonna need it.”
Jack gave a sad laugh. “Yeah. Well. Hey, just don't-”
Owen turned back to his computer and started tapping away. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Don't breathe a word. Wouldn't dream of it. That is one bag of beans I definitely don't want to spill, believe me. Besides, Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that.” He suddenly looked over his shoulder. “Hey Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“You happy? You and Teaboy? He makes you happy, yeah?”
Jack smiled and looked down at his lover, who was passed out on pain medication. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. Never thought I'd be, you know, like this again. But... he's special. Couldn't help it.” Jack lifted Ianto's hand to his mouth and kissed it, before putting it back down to rest it on Ianto's stomach, holding it. “Couldn't help it,” he repeated in a whisper.
Owen smiled. “Huh. Well. There's a first. Never thought I'd see the day.”
“The day for what?” Jack asked.
“Me being wrong... and maybe there is hope for all of us then.” Owen turned back to his computer, dismissing Jack and Ianto and returning to his tapping.
“Yeah.” Jack chuckled and continued to stroke his other hand through Ianto's hair in an effort to comfort his subconscious, just to let him know somehow that he was there like the many times that Ianto had been there for him when he'd died on the job and Ianto had waited with him to come back to life. “Yeah, there is.”
Next: Consequential Velocity