"I need help!"
It had been too much, too fast, too far and Jack was left with his pants around his ankles and blood on his thighs. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, just that it did happen. He made himself decent and pushed a hand to Ianto's back. "Don't move," he said, his voice shaking.
Jack could heal.
Ianto could not. He had no idea that Tosh and Owen had been privy to the entire encounter already, to be honest, and tapped his blue tooth before he murmured that he was coming in with a casualty and to get Owen ready and waiting for them. It was a good think his manipulator worked. Jack was stoic as he lifted Ianto into his arms. Step one, get Ianto into Owen's care. Step two, ask John Hart to kill him a few times until the rage he felt from the drums and Ianto's empathic connection died too.
Jack could heal.
Ianto could not. He had no idea that Tosh and Owen had been privy to the entire encounter already, to be honest, and tapped his blue tooth before he murmured that he was coming in with a casualty and to get Owen ready and waiting for them. It was a good think his manipulator worked. Jack was stoic as he lifted Ianto into his arms. Step one, get Ianto into Owen's care. Step two, ask John Hart to kill him a few times until the rage he felt from the drums and Ianto's empathic connection died too.