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Fandomweekly Challenge 116 - Time for healing
Title: Time for healing
Jack loved a job well done. Even better was when it looked like today might very well be the day when the world ended, but didn't. It was easy to forget how likely that was on a daily basis, sometimes. Now was the moment he got to bask in that afterglow of victory, but also to face up to what it had cost the team to achieve it.
Gwen had been okay - shaken and a little bruised, but okay. He'd sent her off to go and organise them a set of wheels so they could get out of this wretched cemetery. No way were all three of them going to squeeze onto the motorbike Jack had commandeered.
Jack himself was fine, as always, and feeling better for knowing he no longer had a bunch of intergalactic lawyers trying to sue him for what they assumed would be his future screwing up 21st century planet Earth. How did you sue someone for something that hadn't even happened yet, and might not ever? He mentally groaned. Lawyers. Lawyers with backup assassins to get rid of him in the event that legal due process didn't work out. No wonder everybody hated them.
Ianto was the one who'd borne the worst of it. He lay awkwardly on a fallen headstone in the middle of the cemetery, shirtless and bleeding from the wounds to his torso. Gwen had done her best to look after him whilst Jack had been busy saving the day, but now it was Jack's turn to be the lover he was supposed to be. Ianto needed him and he was only too happy to oblige.
Jack knelt by his side and clasped a pale, clammy hand. 'How're you doing?' Jack knew already, but keeping him talking was important. He'd lost a lot of blood and the glazed look in his eyes told Jack he might not get a completely sensible answer.
Ianto's head turned sideways to look at Jack, and then past him. 'Where's the SUV?'
'Stuck in a two mile gridlock of traffic out past Barry. Those earthquakes really chewed up the road.'
'Ah. So you didn't just steal a motorbike to look cool.'
'I don't need to look cool.' In Jack's mind, he always looked dashing as he leapt into action just at the moment when everything looked to be at its most dire. Only Ianto, even injured, would call him out for being so vain.
'Gwen really did a number on you, didn't she?' Jack observed, noting how she'd used Ianto's own shirt to tear it up into strips to bandage his bloodied torso. Jack didn't need to see the full effect. He knew all about the creatures that had been used: microscopic things that burrowed into the skin, gorged themselves on your blood and then, once full grown, began eating your flesh. Underneath those bloody rags, the skin would be like swiss cheese, a real mangled mess. And it'd hurt like hell too now that Gwen had managed to remove them all, no longer injecting their numbing agent that allowed them to feast on their victim's flesh for so long without being interrupted. He'd double check every open wound once they got back to the hub to make sure not a single one of them had escaped Gwen's eagle eye and, from what he could tell, the bloody ballpoint pen she'd used to dig them out. Damn those Hokrala Corporation lawyers. Apart from the fact that Jack didn't think this method would have been able to kill him, they'd bungled it completely by not making sure the microbes were in the possession of their intended target. Jack would be more careful from now on that he didn't just palm everything off to Ianto to carry for him.
'I'm trying not to look,' Ianto said. He gave a tired little sigh. 'I really liked that shirt.'
Jack couldn't stop the smile from creeping over his face. 'It makes for some nice bandaging,' he assured his lover. 'Ianto Jones, always styling it up, even in the first aid department.'
'Always be prepared,' he murmured, letting his eyes slip closed for a moment.
Jack didn't give him the satisfaction of resting, lest he not wake back up again. Gwen's leather jacket barely covered his chest, keeping off only the barest of Cardiff chill. Perhaps its function was more modesty than warmth. 'You look half frozen,' Jack said. 'If you can sit up for a second I can get a proper coat around you.'
Ianto hummed, making a concerted effort to try and lean himself forward. 'I do love that coat.'
Jack shucked it from his shoulders and managed to get half of it underneath Ianto's body as he struggled painfully into a more seated position. Once underneath, he eased Ianto back down and pulled the rest close around him. 'How's that?'
He shivered a little then felt its owner's warmth slowly seep into him. 'Better than lying on a cold, hard gravestone. I was starting to think maybe it was mine.'
Jack shook his head. 'No chance of that, Ianto jones. And I am sorry. Didn't mean for you to get caught in the cross-hairs.' He ran a hand across Ianto's brow. 'I wish you'd said something sooner.'
Ianto nodded in understanding. 'Didn't think I was being slowly assassinated. Definitely would've mentioned that.'
Jack continued to fuss until red and blue flashing lights caught the corner of his eye. Jack wasn't in the mood for explaining their situation to some lost policeman.
'Oi!' Gwen called out from the driver's window, surprising him completely. 'You need a lift to the hub or what? Lights and sirens on and we'll be there in twenty.'
Jack grinned. God he loved that woman. Ask her to get them a set of wheels and she stole an ambulance.
'That's our Gwen,' Ianto murmured, reading Jack's mind.
'Let's get you up,' Jack said, cradling a supporting arm under him. 'Your chariot, and some awesome painkillers await.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG.
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: Spoilers for "The Undertaker's Gift" by Trevor Baxendale.
Author notes: Written for Challenge 116 - First aid at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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fandomweeklySummary: Jack is left to tend to the remainder of his teammate's injuries until help arrives.
Jack loved a job well done. Even better was when it looked like today might very well be the day when the world ended, but didn't. It was easy to forget how likely that was on a daily basis, sometimes. Now was the moment he got to bask in that afterglow of victory, but also to face up to what it had cost the team to achieve it.
Gwen had been okay - shaken and a little bruised, but okay. He'd sent her off to go and organise them a set of wheels so they could get out of this wretched cemetery. No way were all three of them going to squeeze onto the motorbike Jack had commandeered.
Jack himself was fine, as always, and feeling better for knowing he no longer had a bunch of intergalactic lawyers trying to sue him for what they assumed would be his future screwing up 21st century planet Earth. How did you sue someone for something that hadn't even happened yet, and might not ever? He mentally groaned. Lawyers. Lawyers with backup assassins to get rid of him in the event that legal due process didn't work out. No wonder everybody hated them.
Ianto was the one who'd borne the worst of it. He lay awkwardly on a fallen headstone in the middle of the cemetery, shirtless and bleeding from the wounds to his torso. Gwen had done her best to look after him whilst Jack had been busy saving the day, but now it was Jack's turn to be the lover he was supposed to be. Ianto needed him and he was only too happy to oblige.
Jack knelt by his side and clasped a pale, clammy hand. 'How're you doing?' Jack knew already, but keeping him talking was important. He'd lost a lot of blood and the glazed look in his eyes told Jack he might not get a completely sensible answer.
Ianto's head turned sideways to look at Jack, and then past him. 'Where's the SUV?'
'Stuck in a two mile gridlock of traffic out past Barry. Those earthquakes really chewed up the road.'
'Ah. So you didn't just steal a motorbike to look cool.'
'I don't need to look cool.' In Jack's mind, he always looked dashing as he leapt into action just at the moment when everything looked to be at its most dire. Only Ianto, even injured, would call him out for being so vain.
'Gwen really did a number on you, didn't she?' Jack observed, noting how she'd used Ianto's own shirt to tear it up into strips to bandage his bloodied torso. Jack didn't need to see the full effect. He knew all about the creatures that had been used: microscopic things that burrowed into the skin, gorged themselves on your blood and then, once full grown, began eating your flesh. Underneath those bloody rags, the skin would be like swiss cheese, a real mangled mess. And it'd hurt like hell too now that Gwen had managed to remove them all, no longer injecting their numbing agent that allowed them to feast on their victim's flesh for so long without being interrupted. He'd double check every open wound once they got back to the hub to make sure not a single one of them had escaped Gwen's eagle eye and, from what he could tell, the bloody ballpoint pen she'd used to dig them out. Damn those Hokrala Corporation lawyers. Apart from the fact that Jack didn't think this method would have been able to kill him, they'd bungled it completely by not making sure the microbes were in the possession of their intended target. Jack would be more careful from now on that he didn't just palm everything off to Ianto to carry for him.
'I'm trying not to look,' Ianto said. He gave a tired little sigh. 'I really liked that shirt.'
Jack couldn't stop the smile from creeping over his face. 'It makes for some nice bandaging,' he assured his lover. 'Ianto Jones, always styling it up, even in the first aid department.'
'Always be prepared,' he murmured, letting his eyes slip closed for a moment.
Jack didn't give him the satisfaction of resting, lest he not wake back up again. Gwen's leather jacket barely covered his chest, keeping off only the barest of Cardiff chill. Perhaps its function was more modesty than warmth. 'You look half frozen,' Jack said. 'If you can sit up for a second I can get a proper coat around you.'
Ianto hummed, making a concerted effort to try and lean himself forward. 'I do love that coat.'
Jack shucked it from his shoulders and managed to get half of it underneath Ianto's body as he struggled painfully into a more seated position. Once underneath, he eased Ianto back down and pulled the rest close around him. 'How's that?'
He shivered a little then felt its owner's warmth slowly seep into him. 'Better than lying on a cold, hard gravestone. I was starting to think maybe it was mine.'
Jack shook his head. 'No chance of that, Ianto jones. And I am sorry. Didn't mean for you to get caught in the cross-hairs.' He ran a hand across Ianto's brow. 'I wish you'd said something sooner.'
Ianto nodded in understanding. 'Didn't think I was being slowly assassinated. Definitely would've mentioned that.'
Jack continued to fuss until red and blue flashing lights caught the corner of his eye. Jack wasn't in the mood for explaining their situation to some lost policeman.
'Oi!' Gwen called out from the driver's window, surprising him completely. 'You need a lift to the hub or what? Lights and sirens on and we'll be there in twenty.'
Jack grinned. God he loved that woman. Ask her to get them a set of wheels and she stole an ambulance.
'That's our Gwen,' Ianto murmured, reading Jack's mind.
'Let's get you up,' Jack said, cradling a supporting arm under him. 'Your chariot, and some awesome painkillers await.'