Truth to be honest, Ianto doesn't remember just how they'd tracked the aliens down. It had taken long enough, so much so that they feared they'd be too late when they finally did. If. It seemed unimportant now - the hows and whys, as he kicked down a door in the deserted hall, gun drawn. They'd been looking for Gwen for a while now, and now it seemed they'd finally found her.
The aliens were gone. Ianto hadn't spared a moment before shooting and dispatching everyone he'd ran into and so far hadn't found anyone else. And then, there was Gwen, lying motionless in a cold room filled with - god, they'd tortured her.
He damn nearly dropped his weapon on the ground in haste to get to her. "Gwen? Gwen, can you hear me?" She looked horrible, bleeding and broken and Ianto was already through sorting what little medical knowledge he had as his fingers sought a pulse.
While the sound of the door being kicked in didn't rouse her from her strange sort of not-sleep, the touch did. She didn't register who was touching her (though even if she had, she probably wouldn't have trusted her eyes), just that someone was, and for the past however long she'd been here, touch meant pain.
She shied away as best she could with her arms and legs restrained, barely or unable to feel them through the cold and the stiffness and the shock, choking back what might be a sob or a whimper - pleading never helped, her throat would be raw from screaming soon, anyway.
Ianto wasn't sure if he should be relieved by the reaction (she was alive, at least) or worried. He placed a gentle hand on her face, "Gwen? Can you hear me? I'm not going to hurt you - you're safe now. It's Ianto. I'm going to get you out, understand?" Nothing would be gained by waiting, and as worrying as her injuries and reaction were - getting her out now would be the best bet.
Radio silence on the other end of his earpiece answered him as he tried to get in touch with Jack. Hurriedly, with a sigh, he set on undoing the thick straps that kept her bound, pushing back panic.
Out. None of her hallucinations or the shapes they took from her mind or whatever they were ever promised to get her out. Gwen opened her eyes and tried to focus on the person working to undo her restraints. She knew him...
"Ianto?" she asked, her voice faint and raspy. She hardly dared to hope it could actually be him, but... it looked like him. And there, that was one of her arms free, she thought, affirming that by moving it clumsily. Just enough to know that it was indeed free, and that the person freeing her must indeed be Ianto.
"You came," she whispered weakly, tears filling her eyes. "You came. You came."
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The aliens were gone. Ianto hadn't spared a moment before shooting and dispatching everyone he'd ran into and so far hadn't found anyone else. And then, there was Gwen, lying motionless in a cold room filled with - god, they'd tortured her.
He damn nearly dropped his weapon on the ground in haste to get to her. "Gwen? Gwen, can you hear me?" She looked horrible, bleeding and broken and Ianto was already through sorting what little medical knowledge he had as his fingers sought a pulse.
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She shied away as best she could with her arms and legs restrained, barely or unable to feel them through the cold and the stiffness and the shock, choking back what might be a sob or a whimper - pleading never helped, her throat would be raw from screaming soon, anyway.
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Radio silence on the other end of his earpiece answered him as he tried to get in touch with Jack. Hurriedly, with a sigh, he set on undoing the thick straps that kept her bound, pushing back panic.
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"Ianto?" she asked, her voice faint and raspy. She hardly dared to hope it could actually be him, but... it looked like him. And there, that was one of her arms free, she thought, affirming that by moving it clumsily. Just enough to know that it was indeed free, and that the person freeing her must indeed be Ianto.
"You came," she whispered weakly, tears filling her eyes. "You came. You came."
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