Ianto's Journey - Chapter 3
Title: Ianto’s Journey - Chapter 3
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Lisa Hallet
Series Rating: 15
Words: 999 / 25351
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E12, DW-S2E12, DW-S2E13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Wild Card - Nausea".
Start at the Prologue
Previous Chapter - Chapter 2
Having got Lisa as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, Ianto watched as the pain killers and sedatives he had given her finally kicked in and her eyelids started to droop. A few minutes later her eyes were completely closed and she had stopped responding when he spoke. He touched the back of his hand to what was still accessible of her face and in that first moment of calm since his nightmare began, Ianto’s heart broke into a thousand pieces and he vowed that he would get rid of the metal. He would make her beautiful again.
A little groan escaped Lisa’s lips and Ianto winced. Even in sleep she was in pain. He had wanted to take her to the hospital - she needed help and he was no doctor - but she had stopped him. The hospital wouldn’t know what to do with her. Yes they could give her stronger pain medication but they wouldn’t be able to fix her. The only thing that could fix her would be alien technology and that meant Torchwood, or UNIT. And Ianto.
Ianto leant over and kissed her forehead before backing out of the room to the en-suite. He left the door open so he would hear if she called out, then he leant over the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked like he had aged ten years in that one night. Pain, worry and exhaustion were etched into his face. He sagged as the adrenaline that had been fuelling his body since the beginning of the invasion left him without warning.
He had seen so much death and destruction. Friends, colleagues, nameless faces, deleted, exterminated, converted into those metal monsters, burned alive, caught in the crossfire of a fight between two warring alien races. Yet somehow he had survived. When all his colleagues were trying to flee, he was going against the flow, deeper into the building. He closed his eyes and heard the screams, saw the bodies, smelt the blood. He heard those chilling word, “exterminate, exterminate” and looked into the eye of the Dalek just as the vortex opened and it was pulled away.
He knew how lucky he was to have got out of there alive. And to have got Lisa out. But at the thought of the monumental task ahead of him Ianto found himself wondering if it would have been better to have died in the battle.
He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror again. It was down to him. He had to formulate a plan, salvage what he could from Torchwood and rescue Lisa. Getting her out of the building was just the start, now the hard work would begin. Ianto’s stomach churned as he thought of what he had to do. He wasn’t a doctor, he didn’t know anything. He didn’t know how to help her and he was terrified of hurting her more. He looked down at his hands covered in both his own and Lisa’s blood. In his mind’s eye he saw himself pulling the blade from her side, tearing her flesh. The agony showed in her eyes but she did little more than whimper when she had every right to scream. It must have hurt so much. He had hurt her so much.
Ianto could feel the bile rising in his throat. He couldn’t stop it, he vomited into the sink his throat burning and eyes streaming. Gripping the edge of the sink and breathing hard he looked up and met his own red rimmed eyes in the mirror. Without thinking, he turned on the tap and cupped his hand under the water using it to rinse his mouth. The water tasted metallic. Ianto spit it out and retched, dry heaving into the bowl, his stomach now empty with nothing more to come out.
When he was done he slumped exhausted over the sink once more, this time turning on the taps and running the water over his hands, watching as it turned to a crimson river. When he could muster up the strength he took hold of the soap and the scrubbing brush and rubbed his hands raw. Then he brushed his teeth and washed his face with a flannel. He needed a shower but that could wait until he had gone back in to check on Lisa.
As he approached the bed her eyelids fluttered open, “Ianto?”
“It’s ok, I’m here” he reassured her, rushing to her side.
“Are you ok Ianto? Did I just hear you being sick?” she asked weakly.
I’m fine Lise, don’t worry.” Ianto answered, his heart swelling with love for her. Even in her state, she was worried about him. It made him even more determined to fix her, and even more terrified of what would happen if he couldn’t.
“Ianto?”
He swallowed and willed away the nausea threatening to wash over him again. “I’m just scared is all. I need to fix you, but I don’t know how. I’m not a doctor, I don’t know what to do.”
“No, you’re not a doctor. But you are a researcher. The best damn researcher at Torchwood. You’ll find out what to do.”
“You’re right Lise. How do you always know what to say? Of course there will be records of cybermen in the archives and details of all the alien medical tech we’ve salvaged….” Ianto said thoughtfully, allowing himself a small smile. “We’ll get you fixed in no time.” he wished he felt as positive as he sounded, but her words had at least given him a small ray of hope. “You need to rest,” he told her, “I’m going to get cleaned up then I’m going back to see what I can salvage.”
“It can wait until tomorrow,” Lisa muttered sleepily. “Have your shower then come to bed. I’ll help you think of what we need tomorrow. You’re exhausted and we need to have a plan, you can’t just go rushing in there not knowing what you need.”
On to Chapter 4
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Lisa Hallet
Series Rating: 15
Words: 999 / 25351
Spoilers: S1E4, S2E12, DW-S2E12, DW-S2E13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Wild Card - Nausea".
Start at the Prologue
Previous Chapter - Chapter 2
Having got Lisa as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, Ianto watched as the pain killers and sedatives he had given her finally kicked in and her eyelids started to droop. A few minutes later her eyes were completely closed and she had stopped responding when he spoke. He touched the back of his hand to what was still accessible of her face and in that first moment of calm since his nightmare began, Ianto’s heart broke into a thousand pieces and he vowed that he would get rid of the metal. He would make her beautiful again.
A little groan escaped Lisa’s lips and Ianto winced. Even in sleep she was in pain. He had wanted to take her to the hospital - she needed help and he was no doctor - but she had stopped him. The hospital wouldn’t know what to do with her. Yes they could give her stronger pain medication but they wouldn’t be able to fix her. The only thing that could fix her would be alien technology and that meant Torchwood, or UNIT. And Ianto.
Ianto leant over and kissed her forehead before backing out of the room to the en-suite. He left the door open so he would hear if she called out, then he leant over the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked like he had aged ten years in that one night. Pain, worry and exhaustion were etched into his face. He sagged as the adrenaline that had been fuelling his body since the beginning of the invasion left him without warning.
He had seen so much death and destruction. Friends, colleagues, nameless faces, deleted, exterminated, converted into those metal monsters, burned alive, caught in the crossfire of a fight between two warring alien races. Yet somehow he had survived. When all his colleagues were trying to flee, he was going against the flow, deeper into the building. He closed his eyes and heard the screams, saw the bodies, smelt the blood. He heard those chilling word, “exterminate, exterminate” and looked into the eye of the Dalek just as the vortex opened and it was pulled away.
He knew how lucky he was to have got out of there alive. And to have got Lisa out. But at the thought of the monumental task ahead of him Ianto found himself wondering if it would have been better to have died in the battle.
He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror again. It was down to him. He had to formulate a plan, salvage what he could from Torchwood and rescue Lisa. Getting her out of the building was just the start, now the hard work would begin. Ianto’s stomach churned as he thought of what he had to do. He wasn’t a doctor, he didn’t know anything. He didn’t know how to help her and he was terrified of hurting her more. He looked down at his hands covered in both his own and Lisa’s blood. In his mind’s eye he saw himself pulling the blade from her side, tearing her flesh. The agony showed in her eyes but she did little more than whimper when she had every right to scream. It must have hurt so much. He had hurt her so much.
Ianto could feel the bile rising in his throat. He couldn’t stop it, he vomited into the sink his throat burning and eyes streaming. Gripping the edge of the sink and breathing hard he looked up and met his own red rimmed eyes in the mirror. Without thinking, he turned on the tap and cupped his hand under the water using it to rinse his mouth. The water tasted metallic. Ianto spit it out and retched, dry heaving into the bowl, his stomach now empty with nothing more to come out.
When he was done he slumped exhausted over the sink once more, this time turning on the taps and running the water over his hands, watching as it turned to a crimson river. When he could muster up the strength he took hold of the soap and the scrubbing brush and rubbed his hands raw. Then he brushed his teeth and washed his face with a flannel. He needed a shower but that could wait until he had gone back in to check on Lisa.
As he approached the bed her eyelids fluttered open, “Ianto?”
“It’s ok, I’m here” he reassured her, rushing to her side.
“Are you ok Ianto? Did I just hear you being sick?” she asked weakly.
I’m fine Lise, don’t worry.” Ianto answered, his heart swelling with love for her. Even in her state, she was worried about him. It made him even more determined to fix her, and even more terrified of what would happen if he couldn’t.
“Ianto?”
He swallowed and willed away the nausea threatening to wash over him again. “I’m just scared is all. I need to fix you, but I don’t know how. I’m not a doctor, I don’t know what to do.”
“No, you’re not a doctor. But you are a researcher. The best damn researcher at Torchwood. You’ll find out what to do.”
“You’re right Lise. How do you always know what to say? Of course there will be records of cybermen in the archives and details of all the alien medical tech we’ve salvaged….” Ianto said thoughtfully, allowing himself a small smile. “We’ll get you fixed in no time.” he wished he felt as positive as he sounded, but her words had at least given him a small ray of hope. “You need to rest,” he told her, “I’m going to get cleaned up then I’m going back to see what I can salvage.”
“It can wait until tomorrow,” Lisa muttered sleepily. “Have your shower then come to bed. I’ll help you think of what we need tomorrow. You’re exhausted and we need to have a plan, you can’t just go rushing in there not knowing what you need.”
On to Chapter 4