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m_findlowTitle: No way out
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 183 - Escape at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anythingdrabble. Spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Outbreak"
Summary: Ianto is trapped with the one person he really can't afford to get anywhere near.
Ianto's fingers danced across the keyboard as he attempted for the third time to make the systems do what he wanted. Every time he'd found a spare moment in his mad dash around the hub, passing by a computer he'd given it a go, but this time didn't look like it was going to be any more successful than the times before.
"Total systems lockdown active," chirped the computer, giving him the same message in large red letters on the screen, just in case he was hard of hearing.
'Bollocks,' he swore, clicking a few more keys in an act of desperate futility. He threw a glance over his shoulder, straining to listen for the sound of footfalls coming closer. He didn't have to worry about the sound of boots. It was the "I'm coming for you, Ianto…" that made his blood run cold.
'This is so not kinky like usual,' he muttered, breaking into a run and abandoning the computer terminal.
At first he hadn't been worried about being locked down inside the hub. Yes, things outside on the streets were bad, but Gwen could handle it. Ianto's primary concern had been Jack. He said he was infected with… whatever this thing was. He needed to know Jack was okay, and to help in whatever way he could. Now he wished he'd made it out of the hub and left Jack locked down here where he couldn't hurt anyone, least of all Ianto.
God, why did Jack always do this to him? When was he ever going to just get to play kinky, naughty nurse to one of Jack's ailments instead of having to run for his life from the now homicidal maniac that this virus had turned Jack into.
Ianto keyed a pad on the side door, sneaking into the rarely used corridor. It was a great place for a quiet snog, but now wasn't the time for thinking about that.
He paused a moment to catch his breath and scratched unconsciously at the inside of his wrist. Part of him wanted Jack to find him here and to steal that kiss. He wanted to wrap himself up in Jack, tongues tangled, fingers desperate. Then he'd break away and sink his teeth into Jack's neck, and after that he'd… No, he shook his head, trying to dispel the mental image but it wouldn't go away. He saw himself removing the gun from his belt and slipping it under Jack's chin, blowing his head off in a grisly spray of blood and bone.
God, he was infected with this thing, too. Jack wanted to kill him and he wanted to kill Jack, because he loved him so very much. And better still, Jack would come back. He could kill him over and over.
He began running again, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. They were trapped inside the hub with no escape, each desperate to kill the other.
'Bad day,' he muttered. 'Really bad day.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 183 - Escape at
anythingdrabble. Spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Outbreak" Summary: Ianto is trapped with the one person he really can't afford to get anywhere near.
Ianto's fingers danced across the keyboard as he attempted for the third time to make the systems do what he wanted. Every time he'd found a spare moment in his mad dash around the hub, passing by a computer he'd given it a go, but this time didn't look like it was going to be any more successful than the times before.
"Total systems lockdown active," chirped the computer, giving him the same message in large red letters on the screen, just in case he was hard of hearing.
'Bollocks,' he swore, clicking a few more keys in an act of desperate futility. He threw a glance over his shoulder, straining to listen for the sound of footfalls coming closer. He didn't have to worry about the sound of boots. It was the "I'm coming for you, Ianto…" that made his blood run cold.
'This is so not kinky like usual,' he muttered, breaking into a run and abandoning the computer terminal.
At first he hadn't been worried about being locked down inside the hub. Yes, things outside on the streets were bad, but Gwen could handle it. Ianto's primary concern had been Jack. He said he was infected with… whatever this thing was. He needed to know Jack was okay, and to help in whatever way he could. Now he wished he'd made it out of the hub and left Jack locked down here where he couldn't hurt anyone, least of all Ianto.
God, why did Jack always do this to him? When was he ever going to just get to play kinky, naughty nurse to one of Jack's ailments instead of having to run for his life from the now homicidal maniac that this virus had turned Jack into.
Ianto keyed a pad on the side door, sneaking into the rarely used corridor. It was a great place for a quiet snog, but now wasn't the time for thinking about that.
He paused a moment to catch his breath and scratched unconsciously at the inside of his wrist. Part of him wanted Jack to find him here and to steal that kiss. He wanted to wrap himself up in Jack, tongues tangled, fingers desperate. Then he'd break away and sink his teeth into Jack's neck, and after that he'd… No, he shook his head, trying to dispel the mental image but it wouldn't go away. He saw himself removing the gun from his belt and slipping it under Jack's chin, blowing his head off in a grisly spray of blood and bone.
God, he was infected with this thing, too. Jack wanted to kill him and he wanted to kill Jack, because he loved him so very much. And better still, Jack would come back. He could kill him over and over.
He began running again, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. They were trapped inside the hub with no escape, each desperate to kill the other.
'Bad day,' he muttered. 'Really bad day.'
