"You are such a child." He replies mildly, but loosens the bandage just the same. Tending to the Captain isn't something he isn't used to, although, tending to injuries is fairly new. Three paper cuts in three hours has to be some sort of record. Not even Ianto, who works with paper all day holds that title. Congratulation Jack.
Ianto isn't being fussy, not really, but the Welshman's concern over certain details has him checking and double checking. "You should have Owen give you some antibiotics, you have been immune to most things for quite some time, we can't be too careful."
He has to laugh. "I'm not going to die by flu," he says, though he knows that everyday, even in the UK, people do indeed die from something that simple. And Ianto has a point. He doesn't have the antibodies to protect him from something as simple as an infection from a paper cut, let alone stop what might just be sniffles in a normal person into a death sentence.
Jack might have just paled.
"I'm fine." He's not, but he'll play at it.
He's going to be busy spending the day going through reports anyhow. But first, he's switching to the laptop.
"Right, and I'm not going to die from some alien virus." So, flat. You know he's right you stubborn fool so quit playing at things and be just a little worried so he doesn't have to feel like he's the only 'human' in the room.
He saw that. Ianto narrows his eyes just slightly and sighs. "Yes, sir. Of course you are."
Here's to hoping you don't die of blood loss from an excessive number of paper cuts.
Jack knows what 'sir' means and it's never a good thing. He frowns a little at the mention of alien viruses as well. They'd had a close call not all that long ago. He'd nearly lost Ianto.
So, Jack sighs and gets to his feet.
"All right, but if Owen pokes me again or takes any more blood, I'm going to install mandatory STD testing every week."
That they did which is why he used that little example as a means to sway you to do the right thing.
And as a reward you get a relieved little smile. "Thank you, Jack."
"I doubt Owen will do anymore testing unless it's simply to be sure you haven't caught anything yet." It isn't as thought he's going to find anything new, and he did take a LOT of blood earlier, how much more could he possibly need?
At any rate, you should be lucky Ianto isn't any more paranoid or else he might do you the indignity of 'child proofing' the Hub. For now however he'll let you go take care of this request while he gets you a coffee and orders something to eat.
Thai! His favorite! Jack's more than happy to share a meal with Ianto in the privacy of his office after he's let Owen complete a physical on him. He's picking around the cashews when something on one of the American news sites catches his eye.
"Ianto, look at this." He trusts his eyes, but it just seems insane. People that should be dead aren't dead. The story repeats itself a hundred times over.
This physical was precisely the reason why the Welshman rewarded his captain with the Thai, that and it afforded him the time to get the delivery. He's sitting at the desk quietly eating his food when he hears the news.
It's okay Jack, he doesn't believe what he's hearing and seeing either. But... so many stories, all over the world? Look at him in a moment of distraction, his fork hovering just short of his mouth, which surprisingly is hanging open in shock. He catches himself arching a brow as her replies. "That can't be a coincidence."
"No, it probably isn't." He pushes back from the desk, spinning his chair around to get up. "Ever been to America?" Of course not. The furthest Ianto's ever been is London. "I'd pack for a week."
So, this fairly concerned look of mild anxiety has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he's not entirely fond of traveling. Especially, not by airplane. Especially, not somewhere NEW. At any rate that pretty much suffices as his answer since Jack already knows the answer to this one.
"A week." He'd better pack for at least two, he's creative, he can figure out a way to make that work. He doesn't believe they're going to be gone a week, even a little bit, their luck never goes that way. Better to be prepared. "Shall I make some phone calls? Or would you rather I begin packing?"
Ianto nods rolling his eyes, part annoyed and part fondly. "The green tie. I am quite glad you still have the same priorities, Jack."
Ianto is more than a little thankful, that by this point he's given Jack enough of himself that the captain can read him well enough to know what his concerns are, and not bring them up.
"Hey, Ianto?" He waits for him to turn around and smiles into bright blue eyes. "Red one too. In case we get to celebrate Christmas there!"
And then Jack's off, headed down to collect the team, to get them ready and most of all to make his calls. One is very, very important. And will likely be ignored. Just where is the Doctor?
It looks like they'll need him again.
That evening, Jack makes a special visit to Ianto's. He even knocks. He's brought take out and a smile.
He stops and gives you a flat look. "The red one. Of course. I rarely leave home without it."
Too bad he waits to turn around again to smile, because you probably would have liked to see that. He wanders off to finish up a few things he was working on in the Hub and pack your bag before heading home to take care of his own things.
He's standing in the bedroom of his small flat eying an ever growing assortment of suits and ties. He sighs setting the fourteenth suit down on the bed when he hears the knock at the door.
"Knocking and take out, you spoil me. Come in. I'm just finishing up packing." If you call nitpicking suits 'finishing up'.
"This is supposed to be business, not a chance for you to oogle my arse the whole time." As though wearing a suit instead of jeans is going to stop that. Regardless, he's trying to round up a few pairs of jeans anyway.
His nose wrinkles slightly as he glances over his shoulder arching a brow at Jack and offering a little smirk. "Italian? You shouldn't have."
"A little garlic won't kill you, just be neat with the tomato sauce, and besides, I'm just making it more like work." A wink because honestly? When doesn't he oggle you, ass and the rest?
Jack watches 'a few pairs' of jeans migrate from closet to bed and frowns.
"There's going to be no room on the plane for anything else if you pack all of that."
Ianto isn't being fussy, not really, but the Welshman's concern over certain details has him checking and double checking. "You should have Owen give you some antibiotics, you have been immune to most things for quite some time, we can't be too careful."
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Jack might have just paled.
"I'm fine." He's not, but he'll play at it.
He's going to be busy spending the day going through reports anyhow. But first, he's switching to the laptop.
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He saw that. Ianto narrows his eyes just slightly and sighs. "Yes, sir. Of course you are."
Here's to hoping you don't die of blood loss from an excessive number of paper cuts.
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So, Jack sighs and gets to his feet.
"All right, but if Owen pokes me again or takes any more blood, I'm going to install mandatory STD testing every week."
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And as a reward you get a relieved little smile. "Thank you, Jack."
"I doubt Owen will do anymore testing unless it's simply to be sure you haven't caught anything yet." It isn't as thought he's going to find anything new, and he did take a LOT of blood earlier, how much more could he possibly need?
At any rate, you should be lucky Ianto isn't any more paranoid or else he might do you the indignity of 'child proofing' the Hub. For now however he'll let you go take care of this request while he gets you a coffee and orders something to eat.
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"Ianto, look at this." He trusts his eyes, but it just seems insane. People that should be dead aren't dead. The story repeats itself a hundred times over.
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It's okay Jack, he doesn't believe what he's hearing and seeing either. But... so many stories, all over the world? Look at him in a moment of distraction, his fork hovering just short of his mouth, which surprisingly is hanging open in shock. He catches himself arching a brow as her replies. "That can't be a coincidence."
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"A week." He'd better pack for at least two, he's creative, he can figure out a way to make that work. He doesn't believe they're going to be gone a week, even a little bit, their luck never goes that way. Better to be prepared. "Shall I make some phone calls? Or would you rather I begin packing?"
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He's trying his level best here to make it seem like business as usual even if he knows it isn't. And he can literally feel Ianto's fear.
Jack gives the young Welshmen a little respect and doesn't mention it.
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Ianto is more than a little thankful, that by this point he's given Jack enough of himself that the captain can read him well enough to know what his concerns are, and not bring them up.
"I'll get get right on that straight away."
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And then Jack's off, headed down to collect the team, to get them ready and most of all to make his calls. One is very, very important. And will likely be ignored. Just where is the Doctor?
It looks like they'll need him again.
That evening, Jack makes a special visit to Ianto's. He even knocks. He's brought take out and a smile.
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Too bad he waits to turn around again to smile, because you probably would have liked to see that. He wanders off to finish up a few things he was working on in the Hub and pack your bag before heading home to take care of his own things.
He's standing in the bedroom of his small flat eying an ever growing assortment of suits and ties. He sighs setting the fourteenth suit down on the bed when he hears the knock at the door.
"Knocking and take out, you spoil me. Come in. I'm just finishing up packing." If you call nitpicking suits 'finishing up'.
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He's been here only a few times, to his apartment, and even less to his bedroom. Jack doesn't dwell on the reasons why that might be.
Instead, he glances over the suits and smirks, pointing at three. "And how about some t-shirts? I know you own jeans."
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His nose wrinkles slightly as he glances over his shoulder arching a brow at Jack and offering a little smirk. "Italian? You shouldn't have."
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Jack watches 'a few pairs' of jeans migrate from closet to bed and frowns.
"There's going to be no room on the plane for anything else if you pack all of that."
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