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When; Late evening; Friday, June 26th
Rating; R for violence (may change)
Characters; Kyle Brooks (justashow ); Ianto Jones (
king_coffee ); Jack Harkness (handsomejack )
Summary; As Ianto heads down to the Underground to drown out the past, Kyle follows and gets in over his head.
Log; It had been said that Kyle Brooks was too stubborn and head-strong for his own good, and Kyle would agree with that any other time, but it really was too much now. He'd done everything he could think of short of dragging Ianto into a full-out fight on the subject (something he did not want to encite, given that Jack's squabbles with the other man were proving dangerous enough) and it still had not worked. He had drugged hot chocolate, and he had made himself present and available, and he had given 'space'. Enough space that Kyle, at the very least, was feeling a little like he'd have to cross the Grand Canyon to get back within touching distance.
Enough was enough, and Kyle has had enough.
So that night he refused to wrap himself up in cool sheets and lie awake waiting for partners who would not come home to bed. He knew where Ianto was going, and when he would go. He took his stun gun from the armory and fifteen minutes later followed the other man down into the dark and the damp.
It was always night in the Underground, and Kyle had heard of the more populated corners, the vampire bars and circuses, even the scummy bars where Jack flirted with danger. But that wasn't where Ianto was going, and Kyle didn't stick to the beaten, slightly less hazardous track either. And while some part of him recognized that prowling around in the dark, hunting a man who was hunting monsters was a bad idea, Kyle hadn't been listening to that part in a while.
Warehouse brick and stone under his palm, Kyle followed the lines of ruined and abandoned buildings to make up for his lack of flashlight. The light of his Network device wasn't really suitable for this and he'd wished he'd brought better supplies. He brought out the small PDA to frown at and adjust the settings, holding it close to his face and that's when he heard the growl.
Kyle froze. Lack of light kept him from knowing what it was, but his ears told him it was entirely too close, and the click of claws on stone and the interested whuff hunger told him that the creature didn't have Kyle's eyesight problem.
If he ran it would run after him. But if he stayed put it would be on him in a matter of seconds. Kyle made a split second decision and ran. He got five feet before something hard and heavy slammed into his back and took him down. Sharp teeth grazed the back of his neck and Kyle smelled rot and decay, old meat, dead idiots. The stun-gun was of no use in close combat and he couldn't move. Panic tightened Kyle's limbs and the pressure on his back got stronger. Maybe he would be crushed to death before the thing got in its first bite.
It wasn't a comforting thought.
Rating; R for violence (may change)
Characters; Kyle Brooks (justashow ); Ianto Jones (
king_coffee ); Jack Harkness (handsomejack )
Summary; As Ianto heads down to the Underground to drown out the past, Kyle follows and gets in over his head.
Log; It had been said that Kyle Brooks was too stubborn and head-strong for his own good, and Kyle would agree with that any other time, but it really was too much now. He'd done everything he could think of short of dragging Ianto into a full-out fight on the subject (something he did not want to encite, given that Jack's squabbles with the other man were proving dangerous enough) and it still had not worked. He had drugged hot chocolate, and he had made himself present and available, and he had given 'space'. Enough space that Kyle, at the very least, was feeling a little like he'd have to cross the Grand Canyon to get back within touching distance.
Enough was enough, and Kyle has had enough.
So that night he refused to wrap himself up in cool sheets and lie awake waiting for partners who would not come home to bed. He knew where Ianto was going, and when he would go. He took his stun gun from the armory and fifteen minutes later followed the other man down into the dark and the damp.
It was always night in the Underground, and Kyle had heard of the more populated corners, the vampire bars and circuses, even the scummy bars where Jack flirted with danger. But that wasn't where Ianto was going, and Kyle didn't stick to the beaten, slightly less hazardous track either. And while some part of him recognized that prowling around in the dark, hunting a man who was hunting monsters was a bad idea, Kyle hadn't been listening to that part in a while.
Warehouse brick and stone under his palm, Kyle followed the lines of ruined and abandoned buildings to make up for his lack of flashlight. The light of his Network device wasn't really suitable for this and he'd wished he'd brought better supplies. He brought out the small PDA to frown at and adjust the settings, holding it close to his face and that's when he heard the growl.
Kyle froze. Lack of light kept him from knowing what it was, but his ears told him it was entirely too close, and the click of claws on stone and the interested whuff hunger told him that the creature didn't have Kyle's eyesight problem.
If he ran it would run after him. But if he stayed put it would be on him in a matter of seconds. Kyle made a split second decision and ran. He got five feet before something hard and heavy slammed into his back and took him down. Sharp teeth grazed the back of his neck and Kyle smelled rot and decay, old meat, dead idiots. The stun-gun was of no use in close combat and he couldn't move. Panic tightened Kyle's limbs and the pressure on his back got stronger. Maybe he would be crushed to death before the thing got in its first bite.
It wasn't a comforting thought.