Fic: Gift of Life chapter 3
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 3 word count- 1400+
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 two>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29929.html
Chapter 3
“House, what the hell just happened?”
House shook himself. Not wanting to let on to Wilson just how fucked he thought the situation was that they’ve found themselves in, interesting though it may be.
“Apparently we’ve just had the pleasure of meeting a massive nut job in period clothing.”
House stared after the mysterious man’s retreating form as Wilson tried to tend as best he could to the injured man at their feet.
“Take off your jacket and roll it. Use it to elevate his feet. I’m putting mine over him to try and stave off hypothermia. Not sure how that guy expects us to get him stabilized without any supplies!”
House looked toward Wilson, forgetting up until that point that they still had a gravely injured mad to deal with. He was sure Wilson would see that they needed to get the hell out of there before Crazy Guy with the gun came back.
“Screw that Wilson! Just call for an ambulance and let’s beat a hasty retreat before that lunatic comes back! By the way, not the smartest move introducing me by my real name when I’m supposed to be dead!”
Wilson was mentally cataloguing what they would need to do when they reached someplace that had means of helping this man. Hoping that this ‘somewhere’ had a complete triage room full of supplies.
“I’m not leaving him House. If we do, he’s sure to die. I can’t do that and neither can you!”
House was sure that Wilson’s own mortality was weighing heavily on the younger man’s mind. His friend wasn’t dealing with his swift and imminent death as well as he wanted him to believe.
Even though he knew on an intellectual level that they should leave before the man in the coat returned, he could no more turn his back on the injured fellow than Wilson could. He was also a sucker for a good puzzle and this situation was very puzzling indeed.
“Fine, you win. You do realize that he’s probably going to die anyway, right? Unless that guy gets back quick, and with a shit load of supplies, that is.”
Wilson continued his care, albeit minimal, of the man named Ianto, trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Ianto? That’s your name, right? We’re going to try to help you once your friend returns. We’ll get you medical treatment and you’ll be just fine.”
House whipped around at that.
“Don’t lie to him! The only one you’re making feel better here is you. You think by lying to him it will somehow make your impending demise less real?”
Just as Wilson was about to deny House’s scathing assessment of his motives, though he wasn’t sure that House was all that wrong in said assessment, they heard a roar of an engine and saw headlights approaching them at the end of the alley. The intimidating man from earlier ran to their side with what looked like a kit of some sort. He thrust the case into House’s hands.
“Med kit. Should be enough supplies in there until we get back to the HUB. Our medic…former medic kept it stocked for all inevitabilities.”
House and Wilson quickly set into motion taking stock of what supplies they had and what would be most beneficial to stabilize the injured man for the ride back to this ‘HUB’ that the other spoke of.
“Wilson, start a line and get a drip on him. Let’s try to replace some lost fluids. Blood would be better but this will have to do. “
“You…” House looked up to their companion who had just joined them. Even though House was taken aback by his somewhat psychotic behavior previously, it was obvious even to a cold hearted bastard like House that this person cared deeply for the now unconscious man.
“Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness.”
“Well Captain , can you make yourself useful for anything other than threatening good Samaritans? If so, take the fluids bag from Wilson and hold it above Ianto’s head. Can you do that?”
Jack grabbed the bag to do the doctor’s bidding.
“Alright, let’s get O2 on him and quickly wrap his chest wounds; cleaning will have to wait. Once that’s done, we need to get him someplace with a shitload of meds and supplies. He may need surgery to repair the deeper wounds and probably a blood transfusion to replenish what he’s lost.”
Jack looked at the older doctor. He was surprised at how efficient he was in taking control of a medical situation. He would not have expected it from his brief meeting minutes before. He seemed arrogant and frankly, quite rude. His friend Wilson was as level headed as he expected from his earlier introductions.
Still, Jack reminded himself, that’s these were civilians and even though his primary concern was Ianto, he had to keep in mind the bigger picture and the secrecy aspect of Torchwood. He needed to have the doctors come back to the HUB with him to treat Ianto and then deal with the fallout after.
He had picked up triage skills during his long life, but this was Ianto and he couldn’t trust his limited skills against his lover’s life. Well, he figured, there was always Retcon if he had to deal with them after all this was over.
“My base has everything that you’ll need and then some. Can he be moved?”
House and Wilson made a final assessment of their hasty work in trying to stabilize their patient. There was little else they could do for him on the ground in a back alley. House figured they had no choice but to trust this man to not screw around with his boyfriend’s life. He just hoped that he and Wilson weren’t walking into some crazy sort of mob situation. It didn’t necessarily bother him but, though he may not show it, he was very concerned about Wilson and would try to protect him best he could if it came down to that. In the meantime, he was certainly intrigued by the situation they had inadvertently found themselves in.
“Yeah, guess this is as good as he’s gonna get out here. I just hope you’re not issuing a death sentence to your boy here in your decision to, you know, bypass an actual hospital!”
It took all of Jack’s restraint to not pull his Webley out of its holster and scare the shit out of this prick of a doctor in front of him. The only thing holding him back was the fact that he and his friend seem to know what they were doing and where probably Ianto’s best chance at survival. He spared a half a second to visualize knocking the guy out and just taking the younger doctor with him but figured Doctor Wilson would be more cooperative if he didn’t cause bodily injury to his friend. Not to mention, against Jack’s better judgment, he was somewhat intrigued by both these guys. Later, he thought.
“I know what I’m doing; you’ll have everything you need. We’ll put him across the back seat and you, Doctor House, will stay back there with him.”
Jack turned toward Wilson, “Doctor Wilson, can you please assist me?”
House noticed Wilson rising slowly to his feet. He knew the day was taking a huge toll on his cancer ridden body. To a casual observer, he just looked a little thin, a bit pale. But to House, his friend was withering away before his very eyes. He’d been so wrapped up in their current situation that he’d failed to realize what it was costing Wilson to expend this much energy.
“Wilson, just get the supplies and I’ll help Military Man here with his boy toy.”
Wilson spared House a small grateful smile and House realized that for once, he had made the right call. If Captain Harkness found the exchange odd or the offering from a man with a cane to help with the heavy lifting, he didn’t outwardly acknowledge it.
Once Ianto was secure on the back seat of the SUV, the vehicle drove off toward the HUB. The driver lost in thoughts of dead colleagues, a broken city, and now the possibility of losing the one person that held him together through all of it. ‘Hang on Ianto. We’re almost there’
The two passengers sat silently watching over their charge while wondering what was possibly going to happen next.
TBC
Chapter 4: http://lorib12.livejournal.com/30554.html
A/N: House and Wilson get to see the HUB and all of the goodness of Torchwood next chapter. Will they be able to save Ianto and how the heck is this a House fix it fic? You’ll see
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 3 word count- 1400+
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 two>> http://lorib12.livejournal.com/29929.html
Chapter 3
“House, what the hell just happened?”
House shook himself. Not wanting to let on to Wilson just how fucked he thought the situation was that they’ve found themselves in, interesting though it may be.
“Apparently we’ve just had the pleasure of meeting a massive nut job in period clothing.”
House stared after the mysterious man’s retreating form as Wilson tried to tend as best he could to the injured man at their feet.
“Take off your jacket and roll it. Use it to elevate his feet. I’m putting mine over him to try and stave off hypothermia. Not sure how that guy expects us to get him stabilized without any supplies!”
House looked toward Wilson, forgetting up until that point that they still had a gravely injured mad to deal with. He was sure Wilson would see that they needed to get the hell out of there before Crazy Guy with the gun came back.
“Screw that Wilson! Just call for an ambulance and let’s beat a hasty retreat before that lunatic comes back! By the way, not the smartest move introducing me by my real name when I’m supposed to be dead!”
Wilson was mentally cataloguing what they would need to do when they reached someplace that had means of helping this man. Hoping that this ‘somewhere’ had a complete triage room full of supplies.
“I’m not leaving him House. If we do, he’s sure to die. I can’t do that and neither can you!”
House was sure that Wilson’s own mortality was weighing heavily on the younger man’s mind. His friend wasn’t dealing with his swift and imminent death as well as he wanted him to believe.
Even though he knew on an intellectual level that they should leave before the man in the coat returned, he could no more turn his back on the injured fellow than Wilson could. He was also a sucker for a good puzzle and this situation was very puzzling indeed.
“Fine, you win. You do realize that he’s probably going to die anyway, right? Unless that guy gets back quick, and with a shit load of supplies, that is.”
Wilson continued his care, albeit minimal, of the man named Ianto, trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Ianto? That’s your name, right? We’re going to try to help you once your friend returns. We’ll get you medical treatment and you’ll be just fine.”
House whipped around at that.
“Don’t lie to him! The only one you’re making feel better here is you. You think by lying to him it will somehow make your impending demise less real?”
Just as Wilson was about to deny House’s scathing assessment of his motives, though he wasn’t sure that House was all that wrong in said assessment, they heard a roar of an engine and saw headlights approaching them at the end of the alley. The intimidating man from earlier ran to their side with what looked like a kit of some sort. He thrust the case into House’s hands.
“Med kit. Should be enough supplies in there until we get back to the HUB. Our medic…former medic kept it stocked for all inevitabilities.”
House and Wilson quickly set into motion taking stock of what supplies they had and what would be most beneficial to stabilize the injured man for the ride back to this ‘HUB’ that the other spoke of.
“Wilson, start a line and get a drip on him. Let’s try to replace some lost fluids. Blood would be better but this will have to do. “
“You…” House looked up to their companion who had just joined them. Even though House was taken aback by his somewhat psychotic behavior previously, it was obvious even to a cold hearted bastard like House that this person cared deeply for the now unconscious man.
“Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness.”
“Well Captain , can you make yourself useful for anything other than threatening good Samaritans? If so, take the fluids bag from Wilson and hold it above Ianto’s head. Can you do that?”
Jack grabbed the bag to do the doctor’s bidding.
“Alright, let’s get O2 on him and quickly wrap his chest wounds; cleaning will have to wait. Once that’s done, we need to get him someplace with a shitload of meds and supplies. He may need surgery to repair the deeper wounds and probably a blood transfusion to replenish what he’s lost.”
Jack looked at the older doctor. He was surprised at how efficient he was in taking control of a medical situation. He would not have expected it from his brief meeting minutes before. He seemed arrogant and frankly, quite rude. His friend Wilson was as level headed as he expected from his earlier introductions.
Still, Jack reminded himself, that’s these were civilians and even though his primary concern was Ianto, he had to keep in mind the bigger picture and the secrecy aspect of Torchwood. He needed to have the doctors come back to the HUB with him to treat Ianto and then deal with the fallout after.
He had picked up triage skills during his long life, but this was Ianto and he couldn’t trust his limited skills against his lover’s life. Well, he figured, there was always Retcon if he had to deal with them after all this was over.
“My base has everything that you’ll need and then some. Can he be moved?”
House and Wilson made a final assessment of their hasty work in trying to stabilize their patient. There was little else they could do for him on the ground in a back alley. House figured they had no choice but to trust this man to not screw around with his boyfriend’s life. He just hoped that he and Wilson weren’t walking into some crazy sort of mob situation. It didn’t necessarily bother him but, though he may not show it, he was very concerned about Wilson and would try to protect him best he could if it came down to that. In the meantime, he was certainly intrigued by the situation they had inadvertently found themselves in.
“Yeah, guess this is as good as he’s gonna get out here. I just hope you’re not issuing a death sentence to your boy here in your decision to, you know, bypass an actual hospital!”
It took all of Jack’s restraint to not pull his Webley out of its holster and scare the shit out of this prick of a doctor in front of him. The only thing holding him back was the fact that he and his friend seem to know what they were doing and where probably Ianto’s best chance at survival. He spared a half a second to visualize knocking the guy out and just taking the younger doctor with him but figured Doctor Wilson would be more cooperative if he didn’t cause bodily injury to his friend. Not to mention, against Jack’s better judgment, he was somewhat intrigued by both these guys. Later, he thought.
“I know what I’m doing; you’ll have everything you need. We’ll put him across the back seat and you, Doctor House, will stay back there with him.”
Jack turned toward Wilson, “Doctor Wilson, can you please assist me?”
House noticed Wilson rising slowly to his feet. He knew the day was taking a huge toll on his cancer ridden body. To a casual observer, he just looked a little thin, a bit pale. But to House, his friend was withering away before his very eyes. He’d been so wrapped up in their current situation that he’d failed to realize what it was costing Wilson to expend this much energy.
“Wilson, just get the supplies and I’ll help Military Man here with his boy toy.”
Wilson spared House a small grateful smile and House realized that for once, he had made the right call. If Captain Harkness found the exchange odd or the offering from a man with a cane to help with the heavy lifting, he didn’t outwardly acknowledge it.
Once Ianto was secure on the back seat of the SUV, the vehicle drove off toward the HUB. The driver lost in thoughts of dead colleagues, a broken city, and now the possibility of losing the one person that held him together through all of it. ‘Hang on Ianto. We’re almost there’
The two passengers sat silently watching over their charge while wondering what was possibly going to happen next.
TBC
Chapter 4: http://lorib12.livejournal.com/30554.html
A/N: House and Wilson get to see the HUB and all of the goodness of Torchwood next chapter. Will they be able to save Ianto and how the heck is this a House fix it fic? You’ll see