And So It Begins... Again: Part 1 (6A/10)
Title: Part 1 - Calm Before the Storm
Rating: 15
Characters/Pairings: Team; Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: S1, 2x01
Warnings: Mild violence; M/M relations
Summary: The team make a discovery about what's going on...
[ The 'And So It Begins... Again' Saga ]
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the boys or the rest of the team or the Hub... the genius RTD does and the BBC
Author's Note: This one's kinda short, so sorry about that - but in the words of caz, it's for 'flowiness' =D Progression of the storyline FTW! I hope you like it guys
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CHAPTER 6A
Jack was sitting in his office, a cup of coffee in his hands, the scent drifting around the room enticingly. If there was such thing as heaven in a cup, he was holding it. He sighed and took a large mouthful of the hot liquid, savouring the taste. He was almost annoyed when Owen turned up expectantly at the door.
“What do you need me for now?” He wore a mock frown of disapproval as he looked at the medic, who was looking rather concerned. He put the coffee down and waved him in. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, it was Tosh who noticed it first.” Jack had never seen the man so inarticulate as he was then. He frowned slightly, sincerely, and wondered what was going on. “Okay, it’s just that when Ianto came around yesterday, it was like when you come back to life.”
He trailed off and looked up at Jack nervously, as if this revelation would cause him to fly into a heated rage. Jack just sat there and looked at Owen. “Jack?”
“Yes, yes… I heard. And I guess you’re right…” He was desperately hoping that Ianto wasn’t experiencing the same pain he went through when he was resurrected. He would never want someone to go through that, especially not Ianto. His eyes darted to the hatch in the corner of his office, thinking of what lay in the bunker below.
*
Ianto hadn’t slept well, despite Jack’s best efforts. He’d experienced another bout of the unconsciousness at around six in the morning. Jack had only noticed because his constant moving and weak thrashing had halted for several minutes. When Ianto had surfaced, the now familiar look of fear had been haunting his eyes.
He was pale and sweating and the shaking had started almost immediately, his temperature spiking. Jack knew he couldn’t leave him on his own in the flat, so he had decided to bring him back to the hub, to sleep in his bunker whilst Jack worked above him.
Ianto had protested and rejected the thought of having to sleep all day, but had allowed Jack to put some thick socks and a hoody on him, leading him by the hand to his car and driving him to the hub. When they’d arrived, Owen was already in there, setting up the files he had to work through. He took one look at Ianto and then rushed to help Jack settle him in his office.
When he’d helped support Ianto down through the hatch, he’d disappeared from Jack’s office. Jack surfaced again to find Owen coming towards him with a glass of water and three white pills in his hand. Without a word, he’d pushed them into Jack’s and left the office again.
It had taken fifteen minutes to calm Ianto down enough to make him take the sleeping pills.
The thought of being unable to escape the dreams had brought the fear back tenfold. The look in his grey blue eyes had brought Jack to the edge of crying. He couldn’t bare to see the pain in Ianto’s eyes like that - so evident and suffocating.
The crying and yelling that had occurred over the last hour rang through his mind as he lay down in the bunker next to Ianto’s shaking figure and wrapped an arm around him, trying to keep him safe. Ten minutes later, Ianto was limp and still, as if he were dead.
Taking one last, wistful look at him, Jack had decided to leave and get his work done, in the hopes of being able to take off early again.
*
Owen looked at him expectantly. Jack had almost forgotten he was there.
“Do you think there’s something more than sleep deprivation going on?” Jack asked, staring intently at the medic’s face, trying to read any subliminal message from the expression.
“I don’t know… Did he pass out more than once yesterday?” Owen took the seat opposite Jack and shrugged slightly. Jack wasn’t sure what would come of it, but for the sake of Ianto, he told him as much as he could remember.
“Yesterday morning, in his office, it was like he’d just dropped asleep. His pen fell out of his hand and he slumped forwards, waking up only a moment or two later.” His brow furrowed as he tried to remember the events of the past twenty four hours. “Then there was yesterday evening, when he was out for just less than a minute. I think it happened twice last night. Once around about midnight, although I’m not sure how long it lasted, and once around six this morning. That one was for about five minutes, I think.”
The two men sat in silence for a long moment.
“Is there anything else? Apart from the unconsciousness and fever I mean.” Owen had slipped into medical investigator mode, which comforted Jack as he knew how competent Owen was when he was on a case.
“I’m not sure. I noticed a cut on the back of his arm last night when he was getting ready for bed. I don’t think it was there yesterday morning and it doesn’t seem like Ianto to be clumsy enough to hurt himself whilst filling out paperwork.” Jack sat back thoughtfully for a minute before jumping up to walk out of his office, Owen following. He looked around and saw Tosh sitting at her desk. He ran towards her and skidded to a halted behind her station.
“Tosh! I need you to look up the CCTV of the Tourist Office yesterday, from when Ianto first went in.” He leant down, leaning an arm on the back of Tosh’s chair. She quickly called up the CCTV and set it to play. “Right, now double the speed.”
Jack watched intently as Ianto went about yesterday’s activities at twice the speed. There had been no sign of injury yet. He hadn’t even removed his jacket, let alone rolled up his sleeves. They watched him slump forwards and jerk awake at double the speed and Jack’s heart did a leap in his throat.
“Okay, so it wasn’t then… Tosh, keep playing the CCTV, watch out for anything that could’ve caused a two inch long, horizontal cut on Ianto’s left forearm.” He was about to go back to his office when Gwen’s voice sounded from the other side of Tosh’s station.
“Left forearm? Didn’t he catch himself feeding Janet the other week?” Gwen looked at Owen and he leapt into action. Jack followed him down to the autopsy bay, watching as Owen called up Ianto’s file on the computer.
“This is why I keep track of all the injuries you guys get.” He didn’t need to look very far, because the last entry in Ianto’s medical entry read:
Flesh wound to the mid left forearm, horizontal to the wrist. Approximately 2 inches in length. Cleaned and dressed. Obtained through the company of a non human life form in the hub (Janet). Tetanus updated. No further action required.
Jack scanned the words several times and memorised the picture attached to the entry.
“Owen, do we have anything to block the sleeping pills? I think we need to have a little talk with Mr. Jones.” Jack was worried and the team had learnt that if Jack was worried, they should be worried too.
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TBC - thanks for reading, please comment
Chapter 6B <3
Rating: 15
Characters/Pairings: Team; Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: S1, 2x01
Warnings: Mild violence; M/M relations
Summary: The team make a discovery about what's going on...
[ The 'And So It Begins... Again' Saga ]
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the boys or the rest of the team or the Hub... the genius RTD does and the BBC
Author's Note: This one's kinda short, so sorry about that - but in the words of caz, it's for 'flowiness' =D Progression of the storyline FTW! I hope you like it guys
---
CHAPTER 6A
Jack was sitting in his office, a cup of coffee in his hands, the scent drifting around the room enticingly. If there was such thing as heaven in a cup, he was holding it. He sighed and took a large mouthful of the hot liquid, savouring the taste. He was almost annoyed when Owen turned up expectantly at the door.
“What do you need me for now?” He wore a mock frown of disapproval as he looked at the medic, who was looking rather concerned. He put the coffee down and waved him in. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well, it was Tosh who noticed it first.” Jack had never seen the man so inarticulate as he was then. He frowned slightly, sincerely, and wondered what was going on. “Okay, it’s just that when Ianto came around yesterday, it was like when you come back to life.”
He trailed off and looked up at Jack nervously, as if this revelation would cause him to fly into a heated rage. Jack just sat there and looked at Owen. “Jack?”
“Yes, yes… I heard. And I guess you’re right…” He was desperately hoping that Ianto wasn’t experiencing the same pain he went through when he was resurrected. He would never want someone to go through that, especially not Ianto. His eyes darted to the hatch in the corner of his office, thinking of what lay in the bunker below.
*
Ianto hadn’t slept well, despite Jack’s best efforts. He’d experienced another bout of the unconsciousness at around six in the morning. Jack had only noticed because his constant moving and weak thrashing had halted for several minutes. When Ianto had surfaced, the now familiar look of fear had been haunting his eyes.
He was pale and sweating and the shaking had started almost immediately, his temperature spiking. Jack knew he couldn’t leave him on his own in the flat, so he had decided to bring him back to the hub, to sleep in his bunker whilst Jack worked above him.
Ianto had protested and rejected the thought of having to sleep all day, but had allowed Jack to put some thick socks and a hoody on him, leading him by the hand to his car and driving him to the hub. When they’d arrived, Owen was already in there, setting up the files he had to work through. He took one look at Ianto and then rushed to help Jack settle him in his office.
When he’d helped support Ianto down through the hatch, he’d disappeared from Jack’s office. Jack surfaced again to find Owen coming towards him with a glass of water and three white pills in his hand. Without a word, he’d pushed them into Jack’s and left the office again.
It had taken fifteen minutes to calm Ianto down enough to make him take the sleeping pills.
The thought of being unable to escape the dreams had brought the fear back tenfold. The look in his grey blue eyes had brought Jack to the edge of crying. He couldn’t bare to see the pain in Ianto’s eyes like that - so evident and suffocating.
The crying and yelling that had occurred over the last hour rang through his mind as he lay down in the bunker next to Ianto’s shaking figure and wrapped an arm around him, trying to keep him safe. Ten minutes later, Ianto was limp and still, as if he were dead.
Taking one last, wistful look at him, Jack had decided to leave and get his work done, in the hopes of being able to take off early again.
*
Owen looked at him expectantly. Jack had almost forgotten he was there.
“Do you think there’s something more than sleep deprivation going on?” Jack asked, staring intently at the medic’s face, trying to read any subliminal message from the expression.
“I don’t know… Did he pass out more than once yesterday?” Owen took the seat opposite Jack and shrugged slightly. Jack wasn’t sure what would come of it, but for the sake of Ianto, he told him as much as he could remember.
“Yesterday morning, in his office, it was like he’d just dropped asleep. His pen fell out of his hand and he slumped forwards, waking up only a moment or two later.” His brow furrowed as he tried to remember the events of the past twenty four hours. “Then there was yesterday evening, when he was out for just less than a minute. I think it happened twice last night. Once around about midnight, although I’m not sure how long it lasted, and once around six this morning. That one was for about five minutes, I think.”
The two men sat in silence for a long moment.
“Is there anything else? Apart from the unconsciousness and fever I mean.” Owen had slipped into medical investigator mode, which comforted Jack as he knew how competent Owen was when he was on a case.
“I’m not sure. I noticed a cut on the back of his arm last night when he was getting ready for bed. I don’t think it was there yesterday morning and it doesn’t seem like Ianto to be clumsy enough to hurt himself whilst filling out paperwork.” Jack sat back thoughtfully for a minute before jumping up to walk out of his office, Owen following. He looked around and saw Tosh sitting at her desk. He ran towards her and skidded to a halted behind her station.
“Tosh! I need you to look up the CCTV of the Tourist Office yesterday, from when Ianto first went in.” He leant down, leaning an arm on the back of Tosh’s chair. She quickly called up the CCTV and set it to play. “Right, now double the speed.”
Jack watched intently as Ianto went about yesterday’s activities at twice the speed. There had been no sign of injury yet. He hadn’t even removed his jacket, let alone rolled up his sleeves. They watched him slump forwards and jerk awake at double the speed and Jack’s heart did a leap in his throat.
“Okay, so it wasn’t then… Tosh, keep playing the CCTV, watch out for anything that could’ve caused a two inch long, horizontal cut on Ianto’s left forearm.” He was about to go back to his office when Gwen’s voice sounded from the other side of Tosh’s station.
“Left forearm? Didn’t he catch himself feeding Janet the other week?” Gwen looked at Owen and he leapt into action. Jack followed him down to the autopsy bay, watching as Owen called up Ianto’s file on the computer.
“This is why I keep track of all the injuries you guys get.” He didn’t need to look very far, because the last entry in Ianto’s medical entry read:
Flesh wound to the mid left forearm, horizontal to the wrist. Approximately 2 inches in length. Cleaned and dressed. Obtained through the company of a non human life form in the hub (Janet). Tetanus updated. No further action required.
Jack scanned the words several times and memorised the picture attached to the entry.
“Owen, do we have anything to block the sleeping pills? I think we need to have a little talk with Mr. Jones.” Jack was worried and the team had learnt that if Jack was worried, they should be worried too.
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TBC - thanks for reading, please comment
Chapter 6B <3