Gift of Life chapter 2
A/N: Set after Season 8 of House,MD while Wilson and House are traveling. Wilson has five months to live and House gave up his very existence to spend that time with Wilson. Torchwood timeline is after Season 2 but Ianto is very much alive. Of course, he's always been alive for me because I've been cruising that river in Egypt since 2009. This is a multi-chapter fic but is, for the most part, complete. Please note that the year that these two fandoms meet up in this story don't follow cannon. It's AU in the sense that I'm manipulating the two timelines for my own purpose.
House, MD/Torchwood crossover
Title: Gift of Life
Rated T
Characters: House, Wilson, Jack, Ianto
Pairings: Jack/Ianto slash, House/Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Chapter 2 word count- 1200+
Warnings: spoilers for all seasons of House- primarily season 8. Possible spoilers for S1 and 2 of Torchwood.
Disclaimer: House, MD created by David Shore and Torchwood by Russell T Davies. I have no money, so seriously, don't bother.
Summary: Sometimes fate intervenes when you least expect. Sometimes you can actually get what you want.
Chapter one>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29681.html
Chapter 2
It was supposed to be a quick tag and bag. Get the adrenaline pumping; maybe engage in a little fumble to take the edge off. He was even thinking of a little naked Hide and Seek back at the HUB after the thrill of the chase. With Gwen gone on holiday, they wouldn't have to worry about any distractions; though he suspected that Ianto secretly enjoyed the thrill of possibly being caught, quite literally, with his pants down.
Since losing their brilliant beautiful techie, Toshiko and acerbic but nearly as brilliant medic, Owen, it had been a rough road of balancing grief and putting their beloved city back together. A city torn apart at the hands of Jack's deranged younger brother and psychotic, all be it hot, ex. It had taken long exhausting hours and a great deal of dedication to accomplish such a task while still fulfilling their ever demanding duty to the volatile rift. Jack had seen the toll it had taken on both Gwen and Ianto; knew that he was damn lucky that only small injuries fell upon either of his two remaining team members. He couldn't even fathom the thought of losing either one of them. 'Of losing Ianto'
When the clean up was finally behind them and the rift predictor showed little to no activity for a ten day stretch, Jack decided to send Gwen on a well earned holiday with her husband Rhys while he and Ianto took care of any stray Weevils and space junk that made its way through the semi dormant rift.
Secretly, Jack had made a promise to himself that he would pamper Ianto while the rift was slow and Gwen was away. He was going to attempt to care for the younger man in the same meticulous way that his lover had always cared for his entire team.
Well maybe not just like that. He indented the care to be given with preferably less clothing and very hands on approach. Jack's specialty, of course.
What he didn't intend was running down a back alley looking for his lover after hearing an abrupt scream come down his comm….a scream that sent chills and fear straight down Jack's spine. A numbing terror that had him barreling toward Ianto's prone form without giving a thought to the two men at his side.
"Oh God….Ianto!"
"Ianto, can you hear me? Please speak to me!"
Jack was now assessing Ianto's injuries, taking in the damage the missing Weevil inflicted on his lover's body. The wounds to his chest were deep but found only bruising about the neck and face. Jack thanked whatever deity who may be listening that the Weevil hadn't gotten a hold of Ianto's throat. The thought was terrifying, as he knew all too well from personal experience that a Weevil to the throat meant certain death.
Jack felt a hand touch his shoulder and realized that he was still in the presence of the two strangers. Not sure what they may have seen, Jack needed to divide his attention between his severely injured comrade and the two concerned tourists at their side.
Without taking his eyes off Ianto…."I need to get him out of here and back to our…ba-office before what did this to him comes back."
The older of the two individuals spoke harshly.
"What are you, an idiot? He needs to be stabilized and then taken directly to a hospital! He's bleeding out and will die very soon without proper medical attention. But by all means, just get him up on his feet and walk him back to your office. No problem."
Jack was about to tell this miserable prick to mind his own goddamn business when the younger of the two men must have sensed the need to intervene.
"Shut up House! Sorry about that. My name is Doctor James Wilson and the ass next to me is Doctor Gregory House. We heard whimpering down this alley and found your friend in the condition you see him now. Based on a cursory exam, the wounds across his chest are quite deep but based only on a visual; it's difficult to determine internal injuries, if any. He is losing blood rapidly and was showing signs of shock before you arrived. At this rate, hemorrhagic shock is a real possibility that will kill him without immediate medical treatment. While I don't agree with my friend's mode of delivery, I agree that moving him anywhere other than a trauma center is likely to kill him."
Jack was waging an internal battle within himself. He knew that it'd be difficult to get Ianto back to the HUB on his own and even though they had all the medical equipment needed to help Ianto, he no longer had a medic. 'Gods how he missed Owen' However, the thought of losing Ianto was too much for him to even comprehend. He would need to get Ianto medical treatment immediately or he could very possibly lose him.
Jack was jolted out of his internal debate by a wet, sticky hand shakily covering his. He looked down to see it was Ianto's hand; Ianto's hand covered in his own blood.
"J-jack, n-no hosp-pital. HUB, p-lease…"
Of course Jack had nearly forgotten Ianto's overwhelming fear of hospitals that would also make this move difficult. Jack made a rash decision; a decision that he realized peripherally he may come to regret.
"So, you're both doctors then?"
Jack looked at the pair, willing them to understand what he was asking. They needed to save Ianto. He needed them to save Ianto for him.
"Yes, that's correct."
Jack was looking down at Ianto, watching him struggle to stay conscious for fear of waking in hospital or worse yet, not waking up at all. His gaze never wavered as he spoke.
"Okay Ianto. We'll take you back to the HUB. Please try to hang on for me because I can't lose you too. I need you."
He bent down to press a tender kiss to his lover's bloody lips. He was so deathly pale.
"T-thank y-ou…"
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? You're going to kill him!"
Jack gently laid Ianto's hand on his chest and stood to face the elder doctor; his face turning stone cold and becoming the bastard that he once was and had no problem becoming again. With a feral smile that looked anything but friendly he approached the man, a man that had a few inches of height on him. Not that it mattered. Jack had mastered the art of intimidation over a century ago.
"I am going to go get my vehicle while you and your nice doctor friend tend to Ianto. When I get back, we will get him into the SUV and the two of you will accompany me back to my base where You. Will. Save him! Are we clear?"
Just for good measure, Jack flashed his trusty Webley at the miserable bastard. The doctor, stunned into silence, slowly nodded his head.
"Good"
Without a backward glance, Jack darted in the direction of the SUV as fast as he could. He wasn't going to lose Ianto, Not yet. And the two strangers he left his lover in the hands of were going to make sure of that! He just hoped that the time already wasted wasn't precious time needed for Ianto's survival.
TBC
A/N: Okay, now that the scene is set for both fandoms, next chapter we start getting to the meat of it. Thanks for reading
Chapter 3>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/30427.html
House, MD/Torchwood crossover
Title: Gift of Life
Rated T
Characters: House, Wilson, Jack, Ianto
Pairings: Jack/Ianto slash, House/Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Chapter 2 word count- 1200+
Warnings: spoilers for all seasons of House- primarily season 8. Possible spoilers for S1 and 2 of Torchwood.
Disclaimer: House, MD created by David Shore and Torchwood by Russell T Davies. I have no money, so seriously, don't bother.
Summary: Sometimes fate intervenes when you least expect. Sometimes you can actually get what you want.
Chapter one>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29681.html
Chapter 2
It was supposed to be a quick tag and bag. Get the adrenaline pumping; maybe engage in a little fumble to take the edge off. He was even thinking of a little naked Hide and Seek back at the HUB after the thrill of the chase. With Gwen gone on holiday, they wouldn't have to worry about any distractions; though he suspected that Ianto secretly enjoyed the thrill of possibly being caught, quite literally, with his pants down.
Since losing their brilliant beautiful techie, Toshiko and acerbic but nearly as brilliant medic, Owen, it had been a rough road of balancing grief and putting their beloved city back together. A city torn apart at the hands of Jack's deranged younger brother and psychotic, all be it hot, ex. It had taken long exhausting hours and a great deal of dedication to accomplish such a task while still fulfilling their ever demanding duty to the volatile rift. Jack had seen the toll it had taken on both Gwen and Ianto; knew that he was damn lucky that only small injuries fell upon either of his two remaining team members. He couldn't even fathom the thought of losing either one of them. 'Of losing Ianto'
When the clean up was finally behind them and the rift predictor showed little to no activity for a ten day stretch, Jack decided to send Gwen on a well earned holiday with her husband Rhys while he and Ianto took care of any stray Weevils and space junk that made its way through the semi dormant rift.
Secretly, Jack had made a promise to himself that he would pamper Ianto while the rift was slow and Gwen was away. He was going to attempt to care for the younger man in the same meticulous way that his lover had always cared for his entire team.
Well maybe not just like that. He indented the care to be given with preferably less clothing and very hands on approach. Jack's specialty, of course.
What he didn't intend was running down a back alley looking for his lover after hearing an abrupt scream come down his comm….a scream that sent chills and fear straight down Jack's spine. A numbing terror that had him barreling toward Ianto's prone form without giving a thought to the two men at his side.
"Oh God….Ianto!"
"Ianto, can you hear me? Please speak to me!"
Jack was now assessing Ianto's injuries, taking in the damage the missing Weevil inflicted on his lover's body. The wounds to his chest were deep but found only bruising about the neck and face. Jack thanked whatever deity who may be listening that the Weevil hadn't gotten a hold of Ianto's throat. The thought was terrifying, as he knew all too well from personal experience that a Weevil to the throat meant certain death.
Jack felt a hand touch his shoulder and realized that he was still in the presence of the two strangers. Not sure what they may have seen, Jack needed to divide his attention between his severely injured comrade and the two concerned tourists at their side.
Without taking his eyes off Ianto…."I need to get him out of here and back to our…ba-office before what did this to him comes back."
The older of the two individuals spoke harshly.
"What are you, an idiot? He needs to be stabilized and then taken directly to a hospital! He's bleeding out and will die very soon without proper medical attention. But by all means, just get him up on his feet and walk him back to your office. No problem."
Jack was about to tell this miserable prick to mind his own goddamn business when the younger of the two men must have sensed the need to intervene.
"Shut up House! Sorry about that. My name is Doctor James Wilson and the ass next to me is Doctor Gregory House. We heard whimpering down this alley and found your friend in the condition you see him now. Based on a cursory exam, the wounds across his chest are quite deep but based only on a visual; it's difficult to determine internal injuries, if any. He is losing blood rapidly and was showing signs of shock before you arrived. At this rate, hemorrhagic shock is a real possibility that will kill him without immediate medical treatment. While I don't agree with my friend's mode of delivery, I agree that moving him anywhere other than a trauma center is likely to kill him."
Jack was waging an internal battle within himself. He knew that it'd be difficult to get Ianto back to the HUB on his own and even though they had all the medical equipment needed to help Ianto, he no longer had a medic. 'Gods how he missed Owen' However, the thought of losing Ianto was too much for him to even comprehend. He would need to get Ianto medical treatment immediately or he could very possibly lose him.
Jack was jolted out of his internal debate by a wet, sticky hand shakily covering his. He looked down to see it was Ianto's hand; Ianto's hand covered in his own blood.
"J-jack, n-no hosp-pital. HUB, p-lease…"
Of course Jack had nearly forgotten Ianto's overwhelming fear of hospitals that would also make this move difficult. Jack made a rash decision; a decision that he realized peripherally he may come to regret.
"So, you're both doctors then?"
Jack looked at the pair, willing them to understand what he was asking. They needed to save Ianto. He needed them to save Ianto for him.
"Yes, that's correct."
Jack was looking down at Ianto, watching him struggle to stay conscious for fear of waking in hospital or worse yet, not waking up at all. His gaze never wavered as he spoke.
"Okay Ianto. We'll take you back to the HUB. Please try to hang on for me because I can't lose you too. I need you."
He bent down to press a tender kiss to his lover's bloody lips. He was so deathly pale.
"T-thank y-ou…"
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? You're going to kill him!"
Jack gently laid Ianto's hand on his chest and stood to face the elder doctor; his face turning stone cold and becoming the bastard that he once was and had no problem becoming again. With a feral smile that looked anything but friendly he approached the man, a man that had a few inches of height on him. Not that it mattered. Jack had mastered the art of intimidation over a century ago.
"I am going to go get my vehicle while you and your nice doctor friend tend to Ianto. When I get back, we will get him into the SUV and the two of you will accompany me back to my base where You. Will. Save him! Are we clear?"
Just for good measure, Jack flashed his trusty Webley at the miserable bastard. The doctor, stunned into silence, slowly nodded his head.
"Good"
Without a backward glance, Jack darted in the direction of the SUV as fast as he could. He wasn't going to lose Ianto, Not yet. And the two strangers he left his lover in the hands of were going to make sure of that! He just hoped that the time already wasted wasn't precious time needed for Ianto's survival.
TBC
A/N: Okay, now that the scene is set for both fandoms, next chapter we start getting to the meat of it. Thanks for reading
Chapter 3>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/30427.html