Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure. Begins pre-S1.
Summary: Is Lisa gone?
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
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Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
29, 30, 31, 32…
Owen watched the seconds tick past worriedly. Forty-two seconds now and Lisa had yet to take a breath. Forty-five.
Ianto, on the other hand, was close to hyperventilating. He had rushed to Lisa’s side as soon as the incision was closed and the intubation removed.
Right now he was gripping Lisa’s hand tightly, begging her, pleading her, to just breathe.
59, 60, 61…
There was a collective sigh of relief when Lisa drew in a deep breath. Thankful tears were pouring from Ianto's eyes as he watched her draw another breath, and another.
“She’s actually breathing,” he choked out several minutes later, tearing his gaze from Lisa’s face to look up gratefully at Owen, who was still hovering close by. “You did it!” His head swung around to encompass the rest of the team in his watery gaze. “You actually did it!” His eyes were burning with a gratitude he had no words to express.
By this point, Tosh was looking a little emotional herself, and she crossed the few feet separating them to place a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, drawing his gaze back to her.
“We did it, Ianto. You included. We couldn’t have done it without you doing all that hard work in the archives.”
Ianto nodded, but from his vantage point on the other side of Lisa, it was clear to Owen that Tosh’s words hadn’t truly penetrated Ianto’s mind.
Noting down a few readings, he dropped his clipboard and pen to the instrument table behind him and joined Jack and Suzie in the corner of the room, beckoning Tosh back over to join them.
Ianto didn’t appear to register the movement, as his eyes were fixed firmly back on Lisa. The team watched quietly as he reached a hand up and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. The loving gesture looked tenderly familiar, yet, due to the accoutrements of the intubation, this was the first time in months that Ianto had been able to perform it.
“Maybe we should give him a bit of privacy with her,” Jack murmured, taking pains to speak quietly even though Ianto was clearly paying them no attention.
The others started to shuffle towards the door, but Owen hesitated. Jack stopped right at his side, shooting him a questioning look.
“She’s not out of the woods until she wakes up,” he explained softly. “Actually, she won’t be out of the woods even then, but I’m just not comfortable abandoning her this soon after serious surgery.”
Jack gripped his arm firmly and tugged him just through the doorway so they could speak a little more clearly.
“Look, you know as well as I do that, when he gets back to himself, Ianto is probably going to be mortified at breaking down in front of everyone.”
Owen nodded tentatively, waiting to see where the Captain was going with this.
“And her vital signs were strong, yes?”
He nodded again.
“So what’s the harm in giving them a little time while Ianto gets himself together?”
Owen opened his mouth to reiterate his need to watch over her until she awoke, but Jack interrupted before he could utter a syllable.
“It’s not like we’re going to the other side of Cardiff, we’re only going out into the rest of the Hub. You can be back here in less than thirty seconds if you run.”
Owen frowned, but reluctantly agreed. “I’m still checking on them every fifteen minutes.”
* * *
Ianto barely noted the disappearance of the rest of the team, so focused was he on Lisa. In the back of his mind, he registered that the tears were still leaking from his eyes, but he was beyond the point of caring.
Lisa was still alive, she didn’t have a horrible tube stuck down her throat, and she was breathing. He knew there was still a very long way to go, but he felt they were finally beginning to move somewhere, even if it was just the first baby step.
On what he thought was Owen’s first return visit, the doctor had pulled over the small stool Ianto kept in the corner of Lisa’s room and persuaded him to sit. Ianto had perched on the seat absently, his mind not on the task as he gripped Lisa’s hand and watched her face for any change.
Owen came and went several more times over the next few hours, although Ianto couldn’t have said how often he visited, or how long he had been sitting there.
He was bent almost double, pressing a pleading kiss to her hand, when he heard a slight snuffle.
Lifting his head, he opened his eyes to a sight that couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face.
Lisa’s eyes were open.
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