Moonlight and Lusting Chapter 24/? Come Back
Grey has done the unthinkable - will Ianto get his life mate back?
This chapter rated PG-13. Comments, questions, and suggestions are always appreciated!
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Owen drove the SUV through the deserted and darkened Cardiff streets to ButePark and followed the weak signal to spot near old oak tree. The full moon bath the scene with moonlight. “This is where we dig,” Owen said. “What the hell are you three doing?”
“Taking our clothes off,” Ianto replied as he, Harold, and Anian continued to disrobe.
“I can see that, but why are you doing it?” Owen said in frustration.
“So we can do this,” Ianto answered by morphing into his lycan form. Harold and Anian also morphed into their lycan forms.
“We’re physically stronger in our lycan forms,” Harold explained as he grabbed a shovel and started digging. “Plus we’ll know when we’re getting close because we’ll be able to smell Jack’s scent.”
“Makes sense,” Owen agreed. He left the three lycans digging up the grass and dirt and went back to the SUV to grab his medical kit and emergency blankets from the SUV.
It took hours but finally they could smell Jack’s scent and knew they were close. Shovels were discarded and they scooped away the soil with their hands.
“I see his shoes,” Anian said as he kept digging.
Ianto dug faster in his section and soon uncovered Jack’s chest and face. He whined sadly when he saw Jack’s mouth was full of dirt and his still handcuffed hands looked like he had tried to claw his way out. His clothes though filthy were surprisingly intact. The three lycans quickly finished clearing the dirt off Jack and lifted his body out of the grave. Anian spotted the ring John had told them about and picked it up from the dirt.
Owen had them turn Jack on his side and he cleared the dirt out of Jack’s mouth while Ianto removed the handcuffs off Jack’s wrists and the shackles off his legs. Harold and Anian started filling in the grave with dirt.
How long before he comes back?” Ianto asked Owen.
“No idea; could be hours, could be days. I have nothing to compare this to, Ianto” Owen replied. “Let’s get Jack back to the Hub.” Harold helped Ianto and Owen carry Jack over to the SUV and lay him on the back seat. Ianto and Harold retrieved their clothes, morphed back into human form and quickly dressed. Harold got into the front passenger seat and Owen started the SUV. Ianto climbed into the back seat, gently lifted Jack’s head and moved him a little bit so Jack’s head was lying in his lap.
“Anian is going to finish shoveling all the dirt back into the hole,” Harold said. “Once I’ve helped you carry Jack into the Hub I’ll drive back in my car and pick Anian up.” Turning slightly in his seat Harold held the ring out to Ianto. “Hart told the truth about the ring; Anian found it in the grave.”
Ianto took the ring from Harold and put it in his pocket. “Fat lot of good it did; Jack still choked to death,” Ianto said. He gazed down at Jack’s face and stroked the back of his hand against Jack’s cheek. “He’s cold as ice, Owen.”
Owen glanced in the rearview mirror at Ianto and realized Ianto was just barely holding together emotionally. He needed something, a positive task to help him cope. “When we get back to the Hub, we can get Jack in a warm bath and get him cleaned up,” Owen suggested. “A bath won’t hurt him and waking up all nice and clean in a bed without the scent of dirt in his nostrils will help him physically and emotionally,” Owen replied.
“It’s a good idea, Owen; thank you,” Ianto said.
It didn’t take them long to get back to the Hub. Ianto and Harold carried Jack’s body down to the shower/locker room while Owen briefed the girls on how they found and recovered Jack.
“I’m going to help Ianto get Jack cleaned up and then we’ll transfer him to the recovery room,” Owen said. “Is everything set up?” he asked.
Tosh nodded; “everything’s set up, Owen,” she replied. “Give us a shout if you or Ianto need anything.”
“Will do,” Owen replied heading off to the medical bay grabbing some items he thought they might need for Jack. Owen walked down to the shower/locker room and saw Jack’s body was on a gurney; Harold and Ianto had managed to pull off Jack’s great coat in one piece but they were cutting the rest of the clothes off.
Harold’s mobile beeped once. He took it out of his pocket and checked his message. “I need to go and pick up Anian,” Harold said.
“Go ahead; I can help Ianto with Jack,” Owen said. Harold nodded and left. Owen and Ianto finished cutting away Jack’s clothes. Once they were done, Owen said, “Ianto, I want to scan Jack’s body just to make sure there’s nothing we’re missing.”
“Alright, I’ll start the water running so it’s heated,” Ianto replied.
Owen scanned Jack’s body using the Bekaran scanner making sure there wasn’t any more dirt clogging his mouth and airways and found everything was clear. He had Ianto turn Jack on his side and rinsed Jack’s mouth out with a diluted mouth wash to get rid any dirt left from his burial. “Right, now we can get him in the bath,” Owen said.
“I’m going to morph into my lycan form,” Ianto said while pulling off his clothes. “It will make it easier to lift Jack and lower him into the bath. You might want to at least take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet.”
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea,” Owen agreed pulling his own shirt off.
Ianto morphed into lycan form and lifted Jack up from the gurney with relative ease and carried him over to the bath. Owen helped Ianto lower Jack into the water, Jack’s neck and head resting against the edge of the tub. Ianto shampooed Jack’s hair first and then washed Jack’s body removing all traces of his burial. He found comfort in this simple task. Bath completed, they lifted him up from the tub and laid Jack down on the gurney which Owen had covered in fresh towels.
“Tosh and Gwen have set up a recovery room just down the hall,” Owen said as he helped Ianto dry Jack off and slip some boxers on him.
“That will be easier than trying to get him into his bunker,” Ianto said. He slipped his own clothes back on while Owen pulled his shirt back on. They used the gurney to wheel Jack down the hall to the recovery room, put Jack in the double bed and covered him with a duvet. Carding his fingers through Jack’s hair, Ianto said, “Now all we can do is wait.”
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Owen and Anian accompanied Tosh down to the cells to bring food to Hart and Grey. Owen smiled at the orange jumpsuit Hart was wearing. He’d been both surprised and pleased when Tosh told him she’d ordered Pack Security to do a strip search of both Hart and Grey and then given them the orange jumpsuits to wear. Grey’s cell was another level down because he kept screaming and shouting and was frightening Janet, the resident Weevil.
They stopped at Hart’s cell first. “About time someone came down to see me. It gets lonely down here,” Hart said.
“Love the new look,” Owen said. “Although orange is not the best color for your complexion.”
“Not my idea mate,” Hart replied. “Did you find Jack? Did the ring work?”
“We found Jack and dug him up,” Owen said. “Jack’s mouth was full of dirt; he’d choked to death.”
Hart paled at the news. “I’m sorry, I thought the stasis field would kick in quickly,” he said.
Before Owen could reply Tosh jumped in saying, “What’s done is done. We wouldn’t have found Jack if you hadn’t tossed the ring into the grave, so thank you for that. Here, we brought you something to eat.”
“Step back from the door,” Anian instructed. He had a taser out and wasn’t taking any chances. Hart stepped back and Anian opened the cell door. Tosh set the tray on the floor and quickly backed away allowing Anian to close and secure the door once more.
The trio turned to leave but was stopped by Hart’s voice. “Will you let me know when Jack’s revived . . . please?” he asked.
Tosh turned and looked at Hart. “Yes, we’ll let you know when Jack’s revived.”
“Thanks.”
They left Hart and went down to the next level of cells. Grey was pacing his cell as they approached. “Look, it’s tainted Torchwood and pathetic Pack Security,” Grey snarled. “Have you dug up my brother, the lycan slut?”
“Don’t you talk about Jack like that!” Anian shouted. “He’s a better man than you!”
“Ignore him Anian; he’s deliberately baiting us,” Tosh said.
Anian reigned in his emotions. Tosh was right about Grey taunting them. Under control once more, Anian said, “We have food for you, step away from the cell door.”
Grey smirked but stepped away from the door as instructed. The door slid open and Tosh once again stepped forward and put the food down on the floor. As she stepped away Grey lunged, but Anian was faster, morphing into lycan form and slamming Grey against the rear wall of the cell his arm across Grey’s throat. “Think you’re clever? Think you’re going to escape? Not going to happen. Torchwood and Pack Security will see to it. Only reason you’re still breathing is because the decision whether you live or die rests with Jack and Ianto.” Anian let go of Grey and backed out of the cell keeping Grey in his sights at all times. Once he cleared the cell Owen pressed a button and the cell door slid shut and locked. Tosh, Owen, and Anian left the cell block.
“Are you alright Tosh?” Anian asked as they walked back upstairs.
“Yes, I’m fine - thanks to you,” Tosh said smiling at Anian.
“Thanks Anian, I hate to think what would have happened if he got his hands on Tosh,” Owen said.
Anian smiled. “You’re welcome,” he replied. “Torchwood has done so much for our pack. We have jobs thanks to Jack and all of you, and we’re protecting ourselves and Cardiff. In our eyes, you’re all family now and the pack takes care of family.”
Tosh smiled brightly. “I’m a member of the Cardiff lycan pack? Cool!” she said. They all chuckled.
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Gwen walked quietly into the recovery room carrying a tray. The lights were low but she could clearly see the bed. Jack was lying on the bed and Ianto was right next to him. Gwen put the tray down on the table near the bed and walked over to Ianto. Touching his arm lightly she asked, “Any sign he’s coming back?”
“No,” Ianto replied carding his fingers through Jack’s hair.
“He will come back, he always does,” Gwen said confidently.
“He shouldn’t have to come back; I should have prevented this all from happening,” Ianto said.
“That’s bollocks and you know it,” Gwen replied. “We did everything possible, but no one could know all the angles, all the what if’s. Ianto, you found Jack, you brought him back. Now you’re dealing with the hardest part - waiting. Now come on; I’ve brought you something to eat. You’ll be no use to Jack if you get sick.”
Ianto knew Gwen was right so he went and sat at the table and managed to eat a sandwich and drink some water. Although Gwen had hoped Ianto would eat more she didn’t push it. Instead she picked up the tray and left. Ianto crawled back into bed, spoon against Jack and started whispering quietly to Jack again hoping to help Jack come back.
Harold arrived in the Hub early the next morning to check on Jack and Ianto. He looked into the room and saw Ianto sitting on the side of the bed holding Jack’s hand.
“Nothing yet?” Harold asked gently.
Sadly Ianto shook his head. “Nothing. I’ve tried holding Jack, talking to him, singing to him, kissing him, I even cursed at him in Welsh . . . no response. I’m not sure he’s coming back this time, Harold,” Ianto said.
“You mustn’t give up, Ianto. It’s only been a day and a half,” Harold replied. An idea popped into Harold’s mind. “Ianto, all the things you’ve tried, you’ve been in your human form, haven’t you?”
“Yes - why do you ask?”
“Jack’s your life mate Ianto; call to him in your true form. What have you got to lose?” Harold asked.
“Nothing to lose and everything to gain,” Ianto admitted. “Thank you Harold.”
“You’re welcome Ianto,” Harold replied. “I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.” Harold left closing the door behind him.
Ianto shrugged out of his jogging bottoms and morphed into his lycan form. He crawled into bed with Jack and wrapped his arms around his mate. He started his howl soft and low, slowly building it, pouring his longing and his love into it. How long he howled he wasn’t sure, but he called his life mate’s soul until finally Jack gasped air into his lungs and his heart started pumping blood through his veins. “I’ve got you Jack, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ianto said. Jack stopped flailing but still trembled in Ianto’s arms. Ianto saw incomprehensible hurt and sadness in Jack’s eyes.
“Ianto; Grey . . . he made Hart bury me alive . . . my own brother,” Jack managed to say after a few minutes.
“I know, Cariad, but you here with me, you’re safe now,” Ianto said as Jack started sobbing. “I’ve got you, Jack, it’s alright now, I’ve got you now.” Jack had come back to him and that was all that mattered.
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Note from socalrose: Sorry I put Jack through such a horrible thing, being buried alive, but I always wanted to see Ianto rescue him and what would happen afterwards.
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This chapter rated PG-13. Comments, questions, and suggestions are always appreciated!
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Owen drove the SUV through the deserted and darkened Cardiff streets to ButePark and followed the weak signal to spot near old oak tree. The full moon bath the scene with moonlight. “This is where we dig,” Owen said. “What the hell are you three doing?”
“Taking our clothes off,” Ianto replied as he, Harold, and Anian continued to disrobe.
“I can see that, but why are you doing it?” Owen said in frustration.
“So we can do this,” Ianto answered by morphing into his lycan form. Harold and Anian also morphed into their lycan forms.
“We’re physically stronger in our lycan forms,” Harold explained as he grabbed a shovel and started digging. “Plus we’ll know when we’re getting close because we’ll be able to smell Jack’s scent.”
“Makes sense,” Owen agreed. He left the three lycans digging up the grass and dirt and went back to the SUV to grab his medical kit and emergency blankets from the SUV.
It took hours but finally they could smell Jack’s scent and knew they were close. Shovels were discarded and they scooped away the soil with their hands.
“I see his shoes,” Anian said as he kept digging.
Ianto dug faster in his section and soon uncovered Jack’s chest and face. He whined sadly when he saw Jack’s mouth was full of dirt and his still handcuffed hands looked like he had tried to claw his way out. His clothes though filthy were surprisingly intact. The three lycans quickly finished clearing the dirt off Jack and lifted his body out of the grave. Anian spotted the ring John had told them about and picked it up from the dirt.
Owen had them turn Jack on his side and he cleared the dirt out of Jack’s mouth while Ianto removed the handcuffs off Jack’s wrists and the shackles off his legs. Harold and Anian started filling in the grave with dirt.
How long before he comes back?” Ianto asked Owen.
“No idea; could be hours, could be days. I have nothing to compare this to, Ianto” Owen replied. “Let’s get Jack back to the Hub.” Harold helped Ianto and Owen carry Jack over to the SUV and lay him on the back seat. Ianto and Harold retrieved their clothes, morphed back into human form and quickly dressed. Harold got into the front passenger seat and Owen started the SUV. Ianto climbed into the back seat, gently lifted Jack’s head and moved him a little bit so Jack’s head was lying in his lap.
“Anian is going to finish shoveling all the dirt back into the hole,” Harold said. “Once I’ve helped you carry Jack into the Hub I’ll drive back in my car and pick Anian up.” Turning slightly in his seat Harold held the ring out to Ianto. “Hart told the truth about the ring; Anian found it in the grave.”
Ianto took the ring from Harold and put it in his pocket. “Fat lot of good it did; Jack still choked to death,” Ianto said. He gazed down at Jack’s face and stroked the back of his hand against Jack’s cheek. “He’s cold as ice, Owen.”
Owen glanced in the rearview mirror at Ianto and realized Ianto was just barely holding together emotionally. He needed something, a positive task to help him cope. “When we get back to the Hub, we can get Jack in a warm bath and get him cleaned up,” Owen suggested. “A bath won’t hurt him and waking up all nice and clean in a bed without the scent of dirt in his nostrils will help him physically and emotionally,” Owen replied.
“It’s a good idea, Owen; thank you,” Ianto said.
It didn’t take them long to get back to the Hub. Ianto and Harold carried Jack’s body down to the shower/locker room while Owen briefed the girls on how they found and recovered Jack.
“I’m going to help Ianto get Jack cleaned up and then we’ll transfer him to the recovery room,” Owen said. “Is everything set up?” he asked.
Tosh nodded; “everything’s set up, Owen,” she replied. “Give us a shout if you or Ianto need anything.”
“Will do,” Owen replied heading off to the medical bay grabbing some items he thought they might need for Jack. Owen walked down to the shower/locker room and saw Jack’s body was on a gurney; Harold and Ianto had managed to pull off Jack’s great coat in one piece but they were cutting the rest of the clothes off.
Harold’s mobile beeped once. He took it out of his pocket and checked his message. “I need to go and pick up Anian,” Harold said.
“Go ahead; I can help Ianto with Jack,” Owen said. Harold nodded and left. Owen and Ianto finished cutting away Jack’s clothes. Once they were done, Owen said, “Ianto, I want to scan Jack’s body just to make sure there’s nothing we’re missing.”
“Alright, I’ll start the water running so it’s heated,” Ianto replied.
Owen scanned Jack’s body using the Bekaran scanner making sure there wasn’t any more dirt clogging his mouth and airways and found everything was clear. He had Ianto turn Jack on his side and rinsed Jack’s mouth out with a diluted mouth wash to get rid any dirt left from his burial. “Right, now we can get him in the bath,” Owen said.
“I’m going to morph into my lycan form,” Ianto said while pulling off his clothes. “It will make it easier to lift Jack and lower him into the bath. You might want to at least take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet.”
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea,” Owen agreed pulling his own shirt off.
Ianto morphed into lycan form and lifted Jack up from the gurney with relative ease and carried him over to the bath. Owen helped Ianto lower Jack into the water, Jack’s neck and head resting against the edge of the tub. Ianto shampooed Jack’s hair first and then washed Jack’s body removing all traces of his burial. He found comfort in this simple task. Bath completed, they lifted him up from the tub and laid Jack down on the gurney which Owen had covered in fresh towels.
“Tosh and Gwen have set up a recovery room just down the hall,” Owen said as he helped Ianto dry Jack off and slip some boxers on him.
“That will be easier than trying to get him into his bunker,” Ianto said. He slipped his own clothes back on while Owen pulled his shirt back on. They used the gurney to wheel Jack down the hall to the recovery room, put Jack in the double bed and covered him with a duvet. Carding his fingers through Jack’s hair, Ianto said, “Now all we can do is wait.”
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Owen and Anian accompanied Tosh down to the cells to bring food to Hart and Grey. Owen smiled at the orange jumpsuit Hart was wearing. He’d been both surprised and pleased when Tosh told him she’d ordered Pack Security to do a strip search of both Hart and Grey and then given them the orange jumpsuits to wear. Grey’s cell was another level down because he kept screaming and shouting and was frightening Janet, the resident Weevil.
They stopped at Hart’s cell first. “About time someone came down to see me. It gets lonely down here,” Hart said.
“Love the new look,” Owen said. “Although orange is not the best color for your complexion.”
“Not my idea mate,” Hart replied. “Did you find Jack? Did the ring work?”
“We found Jack and dug him up,” Owen said. “Jack’s mouth was full of dirt; he’d choked to death.”
Hart paled at the news. “I’m sorry, I thought the stasis field would kick in quickly,” he said.
Before Owen could reply Tosh jumped in saying, “What’s done is done. We wouldn’t have found Jack if you hadn’t tossed the ring into the grave, so thank you for that. Here, we brought you something to eat.”
“Step back from the door,” Anian instructed. He had a taser out and wasn’t taking any chances. Hart stepped back and Anian opened the cell door. Tosh set the tray on the floor and quickly backed away allowing Anian to close and secure the door once more.
The trio turned to leave but was stopped by Hart’s voice. “Will you let me know when Jack’s revived . . . please?” he asked.
Tosh turned and looked at Hart. “Yes, we’ll let you know when Jack’s revived.”
“Thanks.”
They left Hart and went down to the next level of cells. Grey was pacing his cell as they approached. “Look, it’s tainted Torchwood and pathetic Pack Security,” Grey snarled. “Have you dug up my brother, the lycan slut?”
“Don’t you talk about Jack like that!” Anian shouted. “He’s a better man than you!”
“Ignore him Anian; he’s deliberately baiting us,” Tosh said.
Anian reigned in his emotions. Tosh was right about Grey taunting them. Under control once more, Anian said, “We have food for you, step away from the cell door.”
Grey smirked but stepped away from the door as instructed. The door slid open and Tosh once again stepped forward and put the food down on the floor. As she stepped away Grey lunged, but Anian was faster, morphing into lycan form and slamming Grey against the rear wall of the cell his arm across Grey’s throat. “Think you’re clever? Think you’re going to escape? Not going to happen. Torchwood and Pack Security will see to it. Only reason you’re still breathing is because the decision whether you live or die rests with Jack and Ianto.” Anian let go of Grey and backed out of the cell keeping Grey in his sights at all times. Once he cleared the cell Owen pressed a button and the cell door slid shut and locked. Tosh, Owen, and Anian left the cell block.
“Are you alright Tosh?” Anian asked as they walked back upstairs.
“Yes, I’m fine - thanks to you,” Tosh said smiling at Anian.
“Thanks Anian, I hate to think what would have happened if he got his hands on Tosh,” Owen said.
Anian smiled. “You’re welcome,” he replied. “Torchwood has done so much for our pack. We have jobs thanks to Jack and all of you, and we’re protecting ourselves and Cardiff. In our eyes, you’re all family now and the pack takes care of family.”
Tosh smiled brightly. “I’m a member of the Cardiff lycan pack? Cool!” she said. They all chuckled.
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Gwen walked quietly into the recovery room carrying a tray. The lights were low but she could clearly see the bed. Jack was lying on the bed and Ianto was right next to him. Gwen put the tray down on the table near the bed and walked over to Ianto. Touching his arm lightly she asked, “Any sign he’s coming back?”
“No,” Ianto replied carding his fingers through Jack’s hair.
“He will come back, he always does,” Gwen said confidently.
“He shouldn’t have to come back; I should have prevented this all from happening,” Ianto said.
“That’s bollocks and you know it,” Gwen replied. “We did everything possible, but no one could know all the angles, all the what if’s. Ianto, you found Jack, you brought him back. Now you’re dealing with the hardest part - waiting. Now come on; I’ve brought you something to eat. You’ll be no use to Jack if you get sick.”
Ianto knew Gwen was right so he went and sat at the table and managed to eat a sandwich and drink some water. Although Gwen had hoped Ianto would eat more she didn’t push it. Instead she picked up the tray and left. Ianto crawled back into bed, spoon against Jack and started whispering quietly to Jack again hoping to help Jack come back.
Harold arrived in the Hub early the next morning to check on Jack and Ianto. He looked into the room and saw Ianto sitting on the side of the bed holding Jack’s hand.
“Nothing yet?” Harold asked gently.
Sadly Ianto shook his head. “Nothing. I’ve tried holding Jack, talking to him, singing to him, kissing him, I even cursed at him in Welsh . . . no response. I’m not sure he’s coming back this time, Harold,” Ianto said.
“You mustn’t give up, Ianto. It’s only been a day and a half,” Harold replied. An idea popped into Harold’s mind. “Ianto, all the things you’ve tried, you’ve been in your human form, haven’t you?”
“Yes - why do you ask?”
“Jack’s your life mate Ianto; call to him in your true form. What have you got to lose?” Harold asked.
“Nothing to lose and everything to gain,” Ianto admitted. “Thank you Harold.”
“You’re welcome Ianto,” Harold replied. “I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.” Harold left closing the door behind him.
Ianto shrugged out of his jogging bottoms and morphed into his lycan form. He crawled into bed with Jack and wrapped his arms around his mate. He started his howl soft and low, slowly building it, pouring his longing and his love into it. How long he howled he wasn’t sure, but he called his life mate’s soul until finally Jack gasped air into his lungs and his heart started pumping blood through his veins. “I’ve got you Jack, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ianto said. Jack stopped flailing but still trembled in Ianto’s arms. Ianto saw incomprehensible hurt and sadness in Jack’s eyes.
“Ianto; Grey . . . he made Hart bury me alive . . . my own brother,” Jack managed to say after a few minutes.
“I know, Cariad, but you here with me, you’re safe now,” Ianto said as Jack started sobbing. “I’ve got you, Jack, it’s alright now, I’ve got you now.” Jack had come back to him and that was all that mattered.
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Note from socalrose: Sorry I put Jack through such a horrible thing, being buried alive, but I always wanted to see Ianto rescue him and what would happen afterwards.
What did you think of this chapter; did anything tug on your heart strings? I'd really love to hear from you. Pretty please.
This entry was originally posted at http://socalrose.dreamwidth.org/8729.html. Please comment there using OpenID.