Moonlight and Lusting Chapter 27/? Not Near Enough
Chapter 27: Just when they thought it was over . . . .
This chapter is rated PG-13.
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Ianto kneeled on the floor next to Jack, picked up the medicine-soaked cloth from where Jack had dropped it and checked for Grey’s pulse; it was strong and steady. “I’ll get the guards to carry him down to the medical bay and Owen can prepare him for cryogenic storage,” Ianto said.
“No, I want to do it - will you help me?” Jack asked.
“Of course I will, Cariad,” Ianto replied. He went and opened the boardroom door, told the guards he and Jack were taking Grey down to the medical bay and dismissed them. Ianto helped Jack pick Grey up and they slowly carried him down to the medical bay.
Hart was sitting on the couch near Tosh’s work station and had heard the yelling and sobbing coming from the boardroom. He knew it was Grey and Jack. All the pain and suffering Jack was going through was his fault and for once in his life he felt guilty. Eventually the sobbing ceased and Hart watched Jack and Ianto carry Grey down the stairs.
Owen spotted them too and called out, “Is he injured?”
“No, just unconscious,” Ianto answered.
“I want you to prepare him for cryogenic storage,” Jack quietly said. He was clearly devastated and torn up about putting Grey in cryogenic storage. Owen simply nodded and trotted down to the medical bay ahead of them to get things ready.
Jack and Ianto carried Grey into the medical bay and laid him on the exam table. Ianto watched as Jack lovingly leaned over and kissed Grey’s forehead.
“I need to check Grey’s vital signs Jack,” Owen said calmly.
Jack nodded, stepped away from Grey’s side and gave Owen room to work. He quickly checked Grey over. “He’s okay Jack, just unconscious. It’s going to take a few minutes to prepare him, so why don’t you go splash some water on your face and get cleaned up? I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”
“Alright; thanks Owen,” Jack replied. He turned and started climbing the stairs.
“Keep a close watch on Jack, Ianto,” Owen said. "I don’t know how much more he can cope with before he totally breaks down.”
“I don’t know either,” Ianto replied sadly. “Call me when everything is ready and I’ll bring Jack down to say goodbye.”
“Will do,” Owen said starting to go through the checklist for the cryogenic storage process.
Tosh, who was scanning for rift activity so Hart could leave, activated her comms. “Owen, what’s going on?” she asked.
“Jack’s decided to place Grey in cryogenic storage for now and I’m getting Grey prepped,” Owen replied. “Have Gwen, Harold, and Anian comeback from checking the Weevil alert yet?”
“Not yet; they had to retcon some bystanders who saw them take down the two Weevils in the chip shop. No one was hurt at least,” Tosh replied.
“That’s good news. Is Hart behaving?” Owen asked.
Tosh turned to check on Hart and found him sitting quietly with his hands still handcuffed behind his back. “Yes, he’s behaving and as soon as I can find a rift opening we’ll send him on his way,” she replied.
Owen checked Grey’s vital signs one more time before walking over to the storage cabinet to retrieve the IV solution he’d need to inject into Grey’s bloodstream to prevent cell damage to Grey’s body during cryogenic storage. He hanged the IV bag and tubing on a wheeled IV pole and pushed it over to the exam table. Owen released Grey’s hands from the handcuffs, looked over at the IV pole, reached for the IV tubing and turned back to the exam table to feel Grey’s hands closing around his throat.
Jack splashed some water on his face to wash away the tearstains and help him calm down.
“Here,” Ianto said handing Jack a towel to dry his face off.
“Thanks,” Jack replied taking the towel and drying his face and hands off. He handed the towel back to Ianto who hung it up on the towel rack. “Do you think I’m making the right decision about Grey?”
“Yes I do. Keeping him in a cell would be too much torment for you; cryogenic storage is more secure and offers a chance to get Grey help in the future,” Ianto answered truthfully. He hugged Jack and kissed gently on the lips. “Let’s go see if Tosh had any luck finding a rift opening for Hart’s exit from Earth.
They climbed up the ladder into Jack’s office just in time to hear a crash and Tosh shout, “Put the scalpel down - now!” They both ran out into the main hub area, guns drawn.
Grey was standing just outside the entrance to the medical bay, one arm wrapped around Owen’s chest while he held a scalpel against Owen’s throat. He’d handcuffed Owen’s hands behind his back rendering him defenseless. “All of you put your guns down or I’ll slit his throat!” Grey screamed.
Ianto and Tosh glanced at Jack. Jack nodded once; “Okay, okay, look we’re putting our guns down; don’t hurt him,” Jack said calmly, placing his gun on the floor and holding out his empty hands. Tosh and Ianto also placed their guns on the floor.
Grey smiled. “Look at that, Owen, seems the team cares whether you live or die; isn’t that sweet,” Grey said kissing Owen’s cheek. Owen closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath to keep from throwing up. He knew Grey would slit his throat at any moment. “Oi, lycan,” Grey shouted at Ianto, “kick your gun over to me - carefully.” Ianto kicked the gun so it slid over the floor to Grey. “Good. Now Owen unless you want me to nick your neck you’re going to bend down with me to retrieve the gun; nice and slow,” Grey ordered. They both slowly bent their knees to get Grey’s hand near the gun. Once Grey looked down to grab the gun all hell broke loose.
Ianto morphed into his lycan form and both he and Jack rushed Grey who grabbed the gun and got off two wild shots before another figure appeared out of nowhere, grabbed both of Grey’s hands, pulled him away from Owen, and both figures disappeared down the stairs.
Jack, Ianto and Owen were all on the floor, stunned by what happened. Next thing they knew, Tosh was kneeling next to them calling their names.
“Owen, look at me,” Tosh said as she opened a first aid kit, pulled out a large field dressing and applied it to the wound on Owen’s jaw. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asked.
Owen quickly assessed himself. “No, only the wound from the scalpel,” Owen replied as Tosh taped the dressing into place. “Ianto, Jack, are you alright?” he asked.
Ianto sat up on the floor and morphed back into his human form. “He got me in the arm,” Ianto replied looking at the growing blood stain on his upper left arm. “Jack, you still with us?” Ianto asked turning to his mate. He helped Jack into a sitting position on the floor.
“I’m still here,” Jack asked grimacing in pain and looking at his leg. “I’ve been shot - again.”
Owen scooted over to Jack taking the first aid kit with him. “Tosh, get a bandage around Ianto’s wound while I check Jack and then we’ll find out what the hell happened.”
Tosh tore open Ianto’s shirt sleeve. “Looks like the bullet went through his upper arm; I don’t think it hit an artery or the bone,” she replied.
“Good to hear; get a dressing on it for now and I’ll clean it out later,” Owen replied. He was busy checking the gunshot wound on Jack’s thigh. “You’re not so lucky, Jack. The bullet missed your artery, but it’s lodged against the bone; I’ll have to remove it surgically,” Owen explained.
“Just put a field dressing on it for now,” Jack said obviously in pain. “We need to get down to the medically bay and see what happened to Grey and whoever tackled him.”
“Tosh and I will check it out,” Owen replied. “You and Ianto stay up here - doctor’s orders.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Jack muttered.
“No, you don’t,” Owen agreed. Owen didn’t feel really well himself, but there was no way he was letting Jack and Ianto go downstairs first. Tosh helped Owen stand up and handed him a gun.
“Ready?” Tosh asked.
“Yeah; let’s get this over with,” Owen agreed. Tosh and Owen their guns ready made their way downstairs to the medical bay. The bodies were at the bottom of the stairs, unmoving, but they took no chances because Grey could be faking it. Grey lay on top of the other body. Owen cautiously rolled Grey off the other body and felt for a pulse in Grey’s neck. Grey was dead; probably a broken neck from the fall down the stairs. Owen turned to the other body surprised to see it was Hart. “I thought he was handcuffed to the couch upstairs,” Owen said.
“He was,” Tosh replied as she joined Owen in the medical bay.
“Please, those handcuffs weren’t even a challenge,” Hart replied. “Oh dear, that is definitely not good,” he added staring at the scalpel embedded in his abdomen.
“Shit,” Owen exclaimed as he dropped down next to Hart. He opened Hart's red jacket to find blood pouring out of the wound. “Tosh, hand me my kit!” They worked frantically together for several minutes before Owen admitted it was too late. “Sorry, Hart,” Owen said looking Hart right in the eyes.
“Yeah, well shit happens,” Hart replied. “My own damn fault; the whole thing was tits up from the start.”
“Owen?” a voice said softly from the stairs behind them. Tosh and Owen turned to find Jack standing on the stairs leaning heavily on both Ianto and the handrail.
“I thought I told you two to stay upstairs,” Owen said.
“Couldn’t wait any longer - I had to know . . .” Jack replied and then his eyes landed on Grey’s body.
Owen sighed. “I’m sorry Jack; Grey’s dead; and Hart is dying,” he said quietly.
Ianto helped Jack get down the stairs and sat him down on the floor next to Grey. Jack pulled Grey into his arms and held him.
“He didn’t suffer Jack; death was instantaneous,” Owen said quietly. Jack nodded acknowledging he heard Owen’s explanation but he just sat there holding Grey; silent tears rolling down his face.
“Hey, Eye Candy,” Hart said getting Ianto’s attention. Hart coughed and some blood dribbled out of his mouth.
“What do you want?” Ianto asked although there was no hostility in his voice.
“This was all my fault; I just wanted Jack back. Believe it or not I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,” Hart said. “All I could do to make it right was help you save Jack and prevent Grey from killing you upstairs just now. Take care of Jack; give him some happiness. He deserves it. Wish I could have hung around to watch you have hot lycan sex, but . . .” Hart coughed once more and was still.
Owen felt for a pulse before closing Hart’s eyes. “He’s gone,” Owen said.
“At least he tried to fix things in the end,” Tosh said.
“Not near enough,” Ianto said. “Call the others and let them know what’s happened. We’ll need everyone’s help putting things right.” Ianto went and sat down by Jack and wrapped him in his arms trying to comfort him.
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Note from socalrose: Grey and Hart are dead, but what about Jack? Can Ianto and the team help him move on?
Comments and questions are always appreciated.
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This chapter is rated PG-13.
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Ianto kneeled on the floor next to Jack, picked up the medicine-soaked cloth from where Jack had dropped it and checked for Grey’s pulse; it was strong and steady. “I’ll get the guards to carry him down to the medical bay and Owen can prepare him for cryogenic storage,” Ianto said.
“No, I want to do it - will you help me?” Jack asked.
“Of course I will, Cariad,” Ianto replied. He went and opened the boardroom door, told the guards he and Jack were taking Grey down to the medical bay and dismissed them. Ianto helped Jack pick Grey up and they slowly carried him down to the medical bay.
Hart was sitting on the couch near Tosh’s work station and had heard the yelling and sobbing coming from the boardroom. He knew it was Grey and Jack. All the pain and suffering Jack was going through was his fault and for once in his life he felt guilty. Eventually the sobbing ceased and Hart watched Jack and Ianto carry Grey down the stairs.
Owen spotted them too and called out, “Is he injured?”
“No, just unconscious,” Ianto answered.
“I want you to prepare him for cryogenic storage,” Jack quietly said. He was clearly devastated and torn up about putting Grey in cryogenic storage. Owen simply nodded and trotted down to the medical bay ahead of them to get things ready.
Jack and Ianto carried Grey into the medical bay and laid him on the exam table. Ianto watched as Jack lovingly leaned over and kissed Grey’s forehead.
“I need to check Grey’s vital signs Jack,” Owen said calmly.
Jack nodded, stepped away from Grey’s side and gave Owen room to work. He quickly checked Grey over. “He’s okay Jack, just unconscious. It’s going to take a few minutes to prepare him, so why don’t you go splash some water on your face and get cleaned up? I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”
“Alright; thanks Owen,” Jack replied. He turned and started climbing the stairs.
“Keep a close watch on Jack, Ianto,” Owen said. "I don’t know how much more he can cope with before he totally breaks down.”
“I don’t know either,” Ianto replied sadly. “Call me when everything is ready and I’ll bring Jack down to say goodbye.”
“Will do,” Owen said starting to go through the checklist for the cryogenic storage process.
Tosh, who was scanning for rift activity so Hart could leave, activated her comms. “Owen, what’s going on?” she asked.
“Jack’s decided to place Grey in cryogenic storage for now and I’m getting Grey prepped,” Owen replied. “Have Gwen, Harold, and Anian comeback from checking the Weevil alert yet?”
“Not yet; they had to retcon some bystanders who saw them take down the two Weevils in the chip shop. No one was hurt at least,” Tosh replied.
“That’s good news. Is Hart behaving?” Owen asked.
Tosh turned to check on Hart and found him sitting quietly with his hands still handcuffed behind his back. “Yes, he’s behaving and as soon as I can find a rift opening we’ll send him on his way,” she replied.
Owen checked Grey’s vital signs one more time before walking over to the storage cabinet to retrieve the IV solution he’d need to inject into Grey’s bloodstream to prevent cell damage to Grey’s body during cryogenic storage. He hanged the IV bag and tubing on a wheeled IV pole and pushed it over to the exam table. Owen released Grey’s hands from the handcuffs, looked over at the IV pole, reached for the IV tubing and turned back to the exam table to feel Grey’s hands closing around his throat.
Jack splashed some water on his face to wash away the tearstains and help him calm down.
“Here,” Ianto said handing Jack a towel to dry his face off.
“Thanks,” Jack replied taking the towel and drying his face and hands off. He handed the towel back to Ianto who hung it up on the towel rack. “Do you think I’m making the right decision about Grey?”
“Yes I do. Keeping him in a cell would be too much torment for you; cryogenic storage is more secure and offers a chance to get Grey help in the future,” Ianto answered truthfully. He hugged Jack and kissed gently on the lips. “Let’s go see if Tosh had any luck finding a rift opening for Hart’s exit from Earth.
They climbed up the ladder into Jack’s office just in time to hear a crash and Tosh shout, “Put the scalpel down - now!” They both ran out into the main hub area, guns drawn.
Grey was standing just outside the entrance to the medical bay, one arm wrapped around Owen’s chest while he held a scalpel against Owen’s throat. He’d handcuffed Owen’s hands behind his back rendering him defenseless. “All of you put your guns down or I’ll slit his throat!” Grey screamed.
Ianto and Tosh glanced at Jack. Jack nodded once; “Okay, okay, look we’re putting our guns down; don’t hurt him,” Jack said calmly, placing his gun on the floor and holding out his empty hands. Tosh and Ianto also placed their guns on the floor.
Grey smiled. “Look at that, Owen, seems the team cares whether you live or die; isn’t that sweet,” Grey said kissing Owen’s cheek. Owen closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath to keep from throwing up. He knew Grey would slit his throat at any moment. “Oi, lycan,” Grey shouted at Ianto, “kick your gun over to me - carefully.” Ianto kicked the gun so it slid over the floor to Grey. “Good. Now Owen unless you want me to nick your neck you’re going to bend down with me to retrieve the gun; nice and slow,” Grey ordered. They both slowly bent their knees to get Grey’s hand near the gun. Once Grey looked down to grab the gun all hell broke loose.
Ianto morphed into his lycan form and both he and Jack rushed Grey who grabbed the gun and got off two wild shots before another figure appeared out of nowhere, grabbed both of Grey’s hands, pulled him away from Owen, and both figures disappeared down the stairs.
Jack, Ianto and Owen were all on the floor, stunned by what happened. Next thing they knew, Tosh was kneeling next to them calling their names.
“Owen, look at me,” Tosh said as she opened a first aid kit, pulled out a large field dressing and applied it to the wound on Owen’s jaw. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asked.
Owen quickly assessed himself. “No, only the wound from the scalpel,” Owen replied as Tosh taped the dressing into place. “Ianto, Jack, are you alright?” he asked.
Ianto sat up on the floor and morphed back into his human form. “He got me in the arm,” Ianto replied looking at the growing blood stain on his upper left arm. “Jack, you still with us?” Ianto asked turning to his mate. He helped Jack into a sitting position on the floor.
“I’m still here,” Jack asked grimacing in pain and looking at his leg. “I’ve been shot - again.”
Owen scooted over to Jack taking the first aid kit with him. “Tosh, get a bandage around Ianto’s wound while I check Jack and then we’ll find out what the hell happened.”
Tosh tore open Ianto’s shirt sleeve. “Looks like the bullet went through his upper arm; I don’t think it hit an artery or the bone,” she replied.
“Good to hear; get a dressing on it for now and I’ll clean it out later,” Owen replied. He was busy checking the gunshot wound on Jack’s thigh. “You’re not so lucky, Jack. The bullet missed your artery, but it’s lodged against the bone; I’ll have to remove it surgically,” Owen explained.
“Just put a field dressing on it for now,” Jack said obviously in pain. “We need to get down to the medically bay and see what happened to Grey and whoever tackled him.”
“Tosh and I will check it out,” Owen replied. “You and Ianto stay up here - doctor’s orders.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Jack muttered.
“No, you don’t,” Owen agreed. Owen didn’t feel really well himself, but there was no way he was letting Jack and Ianto go downstairs first. Tosh helped Owen stand up and handed him a gun.
“Ready?” Tosh asked.
“Yeah; let’s get this over with,” Owen agreed. Tosh and Owen their guns ready made their way downstairs to the medical bay. The bodies were at the bottom of the stairs, unmoving, but they took no chances because Grey could be faking it. Grey lay on top of the other body. Owen cautiously rolled Grey off the other body and felt for a pulse in Grey’s neck. Grey was dead; probably a broken neck from the fall down the stairs. Owen turned to the other body surprised to see it was Hart. “I thought he was handcuffed to the couch upstairs,” Owen said.
“He was,” Tosh replied as she joined Owen in the medical bay.
“Please, those handcuffs weren’t even a challenge,” Hart replied. “Oh dear, that is definitely not good,” he added staring at the scalpel embedded in his abdomen.
“Shit,” Owen exclaimed as he dropped down next to Hart. He opened Hart's red jacket to find blood pouring out of the wound. “Tosh, hand me my kit!” They worked frantically together for several minutes before Owen admitted it was too late. “Sorry, Hart,” Owen said looking Hart right in the eyes.
“Yeah, well shit happens,” Hart replied. “My own damn fault; the whole thing was tits up from the start.”
“Owen?” a voice said softly from the stairs behind them. Tosh and Owen turned to find Jack standing on the stairs leaning heavily on both Ianto and the handrail.
“I thought I told you two to stay upstairs,” Owen said.
“Couldn’t wait any longer - I had to know . . .” Jack replied and then his eyes landed on Grey’s body.
Owen sighed. “I’m sorry Jack; Grey’s dead; and Hart is dying,” he said quietly.
Ianto helped Jack get down the stairs and sat him down on the floor next to Grey. Jack pulled Grey into his arms and held him.
“He didn’t suffer Jack; death was instantaneous,” Owen said quietly. Jack nodded acknowledging he heard Owen’s explanation but he just sat there holding Grey; silent tears rolling down his face.
“Hey, Eye Candy,” Hart said getting Ianto’s attention. Hart coughed and some blood dribbled out of his mouth.
“What do you want?” Ianto asked although there was no hostility in his voice.
“This was all my fault; I just wanted Jack back. Believe it or not I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,” Hart said. “All I could do to make it right was help you save Jack and prevent Grey from killing you upstairs just now. Take care of Jack; give him some happiness. He deserves it. Wish I could have hung around to watch you have hot lycan sex, but . . .” Hart coughed once more and was still.
Owen felt for a pulse before closing Hart’s eyes. “He’s gone,” Owen said.
“At least he tried to fix things in the end,” Tosh said.
“Not near enough,” Ianto said. “Call the others and let them know what’s happened. We’ll need everyone’s help putting things right.” Ianto went and sat down by Jack and wrapped him in his arms trying to comfort him.
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Note from socalrose: Grey and Hart are dead, but what about Jack? Can Ianto and the team help him move on?
Comments and questions are always appreciated.
This entry was originally posted at http://socalrose.dreamwidth.org/10792.html. Please comment there using OpenID.