Ianto's Journey - Chapter 20
Title: Ianto’s Journey - Chapter 20
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper
Series Rating: 15
Words: 622 / 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 "Suicide Attempt".
Start at the Prologue
Previous chapter - Chapter 19
“What the hell were you thinking?” Owen asked as he knelt over his patient on the floor of the grimy alleyway, the unconscious body of the alien lay a few feet away zip ties around its wrists and ankles and a hood over its head.
Ianto’s only reply was a hiss and grunt of pain as Owen pulled the pressure bandage tight over the wound in his chest. He had been lucky and the creature’s claw had caught against one of his ribs. A centimetre higher or lower and it would have gone straight through, puncturing a lung. His shoulder had fared slightly less well, razor sharp teeth ripping out a chunk of muscle. But as Owen had informed him, it could have been worse - it had narrowly missed all the important arteries tendons and ligaments.
“You should have called us, not tried to tackle it on your own. You know you’re not supposed to leave your flat. When Jack hears about this you’re probably going to wish that weevil had finished you off!”
“That was kind of the point,” Ianto muttered, his eyes unfocussed staring off into the distance.
Owen paused what he was doing and really looked at the younger man for the first time. “What did you say?”
“Death by weevil. It seemed rather appropriate to let an alien kill me. Jack took my gun and made sure I don’t have enough pills in the house to do it that way.” Ianto’s voice was getting weaker as his body began to go into shock. His eyes felt heavy. “First time I met Jack was over a weevil,” he slurred.
“Oi, stay with me Teaboy.” Owen said, applying more pressure to Ianto’s shoulder to try and stop the bleeding. “Where is Gwen with the SUV?” he muttered.
“It’s Lisa’s birthday today.” Ianto said quietly, his words indistinct and running together.
Just then, the vehicle rounded the corner and pulled up beside the men. Gwen hopped down from the driver’s seat. “How’s he doing?”
“He’ll live.” Owen replied grimly. “I need to get him back to the Hub and stitch up the wounds and get him on oxygen and a saline drip. Here, apply pressure to his wound whilst I shove the weevil into the boot.” Owen handed over to his colleague and roughly manhandled the alien into the vehicle. Then between them they helped Ianto a bit more gently into the back seat and set off for the Hub.
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Once back at the Hub, when Owen had patched Ianto up and he was resting in the medical bay he heard footsteps on the metal stairs.
“Go away Jack.” Ianto muttered.
The Captain ignored him and pulled up a chair next to the makeshift bed on the autopsy table. “So, you took on a weevil huh? With no gun, no sedative and no weevil spray.”
Ianto opened his eyes and resisted the urge to roll them at the Captain.
“That was brave. Or stupid.” Jack continued.
Ianto remained silent.
“It will get better you know. It will take time but you’re strong. You’ll get through this. I know I am probably the last person you want to talk to, but believe me I understand.”
“Nobody can understand what I’m going through.” Ianto muttered. He blamed the painkillers that Owen had given him for allowing his mask to slip.
“No, you’re right. But I do know about loss.” Jack stood up and reached out to take and squeeze Ianto’s hand. “Just talk to me before you do anything like this again, alright?”
Ianto just stared at him, then slowly closed and opened his eyes.
Jack took that as an acknowledgement. “Get some rest,” the Captain said. “I’ll take you home later.”
On to Chapter 21
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper
Series Rating: 15
Words: 622 / 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 "Suicide Attempt".
Start at the Prologue
Previous chapter - Chapter 19
“What the hell were you thinking?” Owen asked as he knelt over his patient on the floor of the grimy alleyway, the unconscious body of the alien lay a few feet away zip ties around its wrists and ankles and a hood over its head.
Ianto’s only reply was a hiss and grunt of pain as Owen pulled the pressure bandage tight over the wound in his chest. He had been lucky and the creature’s claw had caught against one of his ribs. A centimetre higher or lower and it would have gone straight through, puncturing a lung. His shoulder had fared slightly less well, razor sharp teeth ripping out a chunk of muscle. But as Owen had informed him, it could have been worse - it had narrowly missed all the important arteries tendons and ligaments.
“You should have called us, not tried to tackle it on your own. You know you’re not supposed to leave your flat. When Jack hears about this you’re probably going to wish that weevil had finished you off!”
“That was kind of the point,” Ianto muttered, his eyes unfocussed staring off into the distance.
Owen paused what he was doing and really looked at the younger man for the first time. “What did you say?”
“Death by weevil. It seemed rather appropriate to let an alien kill me. Jack took my gun and made sure I don’t have enough pills in the house to do it that way.” Ianto’s voice was getting weaker as his body began to go into shock. His eyes felt heavy. “First time I met Jack was over a weevil,” he slurred.
“Oi, stay with me Teaboy.” Owen said, applying more pressure to Ianto’s shoulder to try and stop the bleeding. “Where is Gwen with the SUV?” he muttered.
“It’s Lisa’s birthday today.” Ianto said quietly, his words indistinct and running together.
Just then, the vehicle rounded the corner and pulled up beside the men. Gwen hopped down from the driver’s seat. “How’s he doing?”
“He’ll live.” Owen replied grimly. “I need to get him back to the Hub and stitch up the wounds and get him on oxygen and a saline drip. Here, apply pressure to his wound whilst I shove the weevil into the boot.” Owen handed over to his colleague and roughly manhandled the alien into the vehicle. Then between them they helped Ianto a bit more gently into the back seat and set off for the Hub.
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Once back at the Hub, when Owen had patched Ianto up and he was resting in the medical bay he heard footsteps on the metal stairs.
“Go away Jack.” Ianto muttered.
The Captain ignored him and pulled up a chair next to the makeshift bed on the autopsy table. “So, you took on a weevil huh? With no gun, no sedative and no weevil spray.”
Ianto opened his eyes and resisted the urge to roll them at the Captain.
“That was brave. Or stupid.” Jack continued.
Ianto remained silent.
“It will get better you know. It will take time but you’re strong. You’ll get through this. I know I am probably the last person you want to talk to, but believe me I understand.”
“Nobody can understand what I’m going through.” Ianto muttered. He blamed the painkillers that Owen had given him for allowing his mask to slip.
“No, you’re right. But I do know about loss.” Jack stood up and reached out to take and squeeze Ianto’s hand. “Just talk to me before you do anything like this again, alright?”
Ianto just stared at him, then slowly closed and opened his eyes.
Jack took that as an acknowledgement. “Get some rest,” the Captain said. “I’ll take you home later.”
On to Chapter 21