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, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: What has happened to Tosh?
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.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
“Tosh!” Ianto ran around the side of the SUV to help her out, being careful to avoid her heavily bandaged arm. Despite the tick layers of cloth, a little blood was starting to seep through to the surface. “What happened?”
“Scared Bleqaxi,” she mumbled as the rest of the team climbed out.
“We’ll fill you in later,” Jack told him as he passed, heading for the back of the SUV where the tranquilised body of the Bleqaxi was held. “Owen, get Tosh to the med bay and get her patched up. Ianto, we’re going to need your help to get this thing to the vaults.”
Even with the help of a trolley, it took Jack, Suzie and Ianto quite some time to manoeuvre the large dead-weight of the Bleqaxi out of the SUV and along to the cell it would occupy for the foreseeable future.
By the time they made it back to the main Hub, Owen was just putting the finishing touches on the last of the 28 stitches Tosh’s wound required. Worried about his friend, Ianto hurried down the steps into the bay, hovering at Tosh’s other side. Jack and Suzie weren’t far behind him.
“Are you ok, Tosh?”
She managed a weak smile. “Once the painkillers Owen’s given me kick in I will be.”
Ianto looked round at the rest of the team, a faintly accusing look in his eyes. “So, what happened?”
“We were following the signal and we found ourselves in the old industrial area at Roath Docks,” Jack began. “There are quite a few old buildings very close together down there, so we split up to search.”
His eyes stopped on Tosh’s arm regretfully as Owen started to wrap it. “Tosh found the Bleqaxi, which was a little more panicked even than we expected.” His tone was full of self-censure. “It tried to run through her to escape, and I was too slow with the tranq gun.”
“Not your fault,” Tosh mumbled, the high strength painkillers beginning to make her a little drowsy. “Just bad luck.”
“Okay,” Jack said, noticing Tosh’s eyes drooping, “we need to get you home.”
He glanced around the rest of the team, dividing up the tasks in his head. “Suzie, give Tosh a lift home, and once she’s settled you might as well go home yourself. Owen…”
Owen sighed, nodding his head before Jack got as far as identifying his task. “Fill out an injury report, I know, I know.”
“I know you hate them, but they need to be done.” Jack turned pleading eyes on Ianto. “Ianto…”
“Oh!” Ianto interrupted, his head jerking up as he had a sudden recollection. “I left coffee brewing when I came down to the garage.” He sighed. “It’ll be cold by now. I’ll have to make a new pot.”
Owen’s entire posture perked up at the sound of the magic ‘C’ word, and Jack’s sudden smile nearly blinded Ianto. “You’re an angel, Ianto Jones. Once you’ve worked your coffee magic, could you keep an eye on the Bleqaxi? Just until it wakes up.”
He blew out a breath. “I have my own report to write.”
At the looks on Jack and Owen’s faces, Ianto resolved to make the coffee extra strong. Neither of them were lovers of paperwork, and they’d need it to get them through.
* * *
“Ianto…” The voice sounded far away.
“Come on Ianto, wake up.” A hand shook his shoulder softly, and Ianto blearily opened his eyes to find Jack’s face barely more than inches from his own. God, his eyes are blue…
A little disoriented, he pushed himself up towards a sitting position. “Wha’s goin on?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Jack murmured. “You just fell asleep on the couch, and that can’t be comfortable.”
Jack helped him to sit up fully and perched on the sofa beside him. “Why are you even still here? I sent you home at the same time as Owen.”
“No point,” Ianto mumbled, almost too quietly for Jack to catch.
“What do you mean ‘no point’? I said not to come back until noon unless there was an emergency, remember?”
“Lisa. She’ll be ‘specting me like normal.”
Jack nodded in understanding. He knew Ianto was usually in well before eight to check on his girlfriend, even if he rarely made himself noticed to the younger man.
Seeing how exhausted Ianto was, he made a quick decision. “Come on,” he said, getting to his feet and taking Ianto’s hand. “You can sleep in my bunk.”
Even as tired as he was, Ianto resisted, trying to pull his hand from Jack’s grip. “No, no. I can’t. ‘m fine here.”
“No you’re not. That couch will be hell on your back.” Jack persisted, tightening his hold on Ianto’s hand and pulling him onto his feet.
“No buts. Look, you’re not putting me out. I don’t sleep much anyway.” He grinned, unconsciously adding a bit of a leer. “Takes more than a bit of a chase with a Bleqaxi to wear me out.”
“’kay.” Ianto reluctantly capitulated, too tired to argue further, and let Jack lead him into his office.
“You know,” Jack said hesitantly as he lifted the hatch, “if you want, we could get you a camp bed or something. In case you need to stick close overnight for some reason.”
Ianto’s gaze met his as he tiredly started his way down the ladder. Jack didn’t need Ianto’s whispered ‘thanks’ to know how grateful he was; he could see it in his eyes.
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