Ding Dong is Tea Boy Dead?
Title: Ding Dong is Tea Boy Dead?
Author: Iantojjackh
Rating: PG
Summary: Follow up to Ding Dong the Tea-Boy's Dead. What has Ianto's life become like since he walked out of Torchwood?
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Warnings: Ianto whump.
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: written for tardisjournal for a prompt she left me in my prompt meme post:. she wanted Ding Dong The Tea-Boy's Dead revisited two months later. If you haven't or if you have you can leave a prompt and I can fill it.
Ding Dong is Tea Boy Dead?
Jack was not surprised when the eventual call came from Andy, but it happened a lot sooner than expected. The news could have been worse, but it was still pretty horrific and there was a real chance of the worst happening, Ianto could die.
Jack sat in the waiting room, impatiently waiting on news from Ianto's doctor. It had been six hours since the surgery began and no one had come out with any updates and Jack was imagining the worst.
As the minutes ticked by, the phone call from Andy played over in his head:
"You know that bloke, Ianto that used to work with you?"
The question sent Jack into a panic. He knew what ever the news was it was going to be bad. The question was just how bad. "What happened?"
"There was an accident and his car hit a lorry head on."
"Were drugs involved?" Jack knew the answer was going to be yes.
"There was cocaine and heroin found in his car. He's in surgery at St. David's." The PC knew a Torchwood coverup was going to be needed.
That was all Jack needed to hear and he quickly hung up the phone, pocketing a small device that fell through the rift last week as well as some new liquid Retcon.
The room was conspicuously empty. No one else was here for Ianto. He probably alienated his family with his behavior over the last six months and as for the couple Ianto left with when he walked out of Jack's life, it was no shock they were nowhere to be found. They split the minute something bad happened. And now he was here, the one notorious for running away, staying, waiting and worrying.
Jack pulled the small device out of his pocket and studied it carefully. Tosh had determined it was a neuro-regenerator capable of regrowing missing neuro-tissue or repairing damaged tissue. He struggled whether or not to use it, knowing it went against everything he had been taught at the Time Agency and Torchwood. The device was not invented until the 39th century, so to use it in the 21st would be breaking countless rules. Jack also knew that none of those people who made those rules had to chose to save a loved one or watch become something they were not. It was not fair that everything that made Ianto the amazing person he was to be taken by a creature that was out of its own time. In his mind it made perfect sense to use the neuro-regenerator to fix Ianto and the Retcon was to make sure he did not have to live with the choices he made in the last six months. But he also neglected to tell the rest of he team what happened, knowing they would try to stop him. Some rules were worth breaking and helping Ianto was worth any trouble that might come his way.
It was almost another two hours before a doctor came to talk to Jack. "How is Ianto?"
The answer was not one Jack wanted to hear, "Are you family?"
"No, but I'm the closest he has right now. If that isn't enough, how about this: Torchwood! Authorization! Harkness! Jack! 4-7..."
"This has nothing with anything alien. Torchwood has no place in this. I'm sorry unless you are family, you are not allowed to see the patient nor can I tell you his condition," the smug doctor had heard about the bullying techniques or Torchwood and he wasn't going to be pushed around.
"Ianto's a Torchwood agent whose been on medical leave for the last six months," Jack got on the defensive. "The prior brain damage isn't from the drugs he's been taking. It's from an accident where he was under water for almost fifteen minutes and then spent three weeks in a coma. So before you judge someone, you should know the whole story. What Ianto has been like the last six months is the exact opposite of what he was like before the other accident." There was one other card Jack could play in order to be able to see Ianto, but he was saving it as a last resort.
"I'm sorry, but you still are not family. When he wakes up, it will be up to the patient if he wants to see you." The doctor refused to make any exceptions to hospital policy and there was an unsaid if Ianto woke up. There was massive swelling of his brain and it would take a miracle if he was not left in a persistent vegetative state.
"We are to be married. I just want to sit with Ianto and be there for him," Jack was not beneath begging. It was only a small lie Jack told about being engaged. The question had been asked, but Ianto never got a chance to give a proper answer because that's when the call came in about the Weevil that changed Ianto's existence. The Welshman's last words to him before the accident was; To be continued.
The doctor was not moved by Jack's pleading, but he also had more important things to do than deal with Jack. "You have five minutes."
That was all Jack needed to hear and he was off faster than a bullet, but nothing could prepare him for what he saw. There were so many wires and tubes coming out of Ianto that he was unrecognizable. The sounds of the machines that were keeping Ianto alive made Jack's stomach twist into knots. "What have you done to yourself?" He pressed a kiss to Ianto's forehead. "Don't hate me for what I'm about to do?" Jack whispered. "I'm just going to give you your life back. The life you were meant to live." The life where there's still an us, he added silently.
First, Jack placed the neuro-regenerator at the base of Ianto's neck and then activated it Ianto's body began to twitch violently for a full minute before he fell limp. Next, Jack injected the liquid Retcon into the IV line, but there was no reaction to that.
"I love you Ianto. Please come back," Jack begged and then gave Ianto one last kiss before walking out. He could only pray that everything would work and the last six months would be like they never happened.
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Six Months Later
"Come on, Jack. We're going to be late!" Ianto fixed his tie for the twentieth time.
"It's not as if we are going to be late. The party is for us anyway. " Jack frowned as he could not get his tie right. "Can you help?" He offered the best sad begging face he could muster.
"That's not the point. We shouldn't be late to our engagement party," Ianto said with a roll of his eyes. "Look at me like that again and I'll..."
"You'll what?" Jack smirked and pulled Ianto by his tie for a kiss. "Was that what you were going to say?" He put on the begging face again.
"Something like that," Ianto said with a devilish grin and pushed Jack onto the bed. "Perhaps we can be a little late." He crawled on top of Jack, pinning the immortal to the bed.
And they were exactly fifty two minutes and twenty three seconds late, but neither man minded. Jack, especially did not care because he had his Ianto back and the one who was born after the near drowning died in the car crash. Maybe one day Jack would tell Ianto the truth about the six months he could not remember, but that day was far off in the future. Jack just wanted to make the most of every day he had with his love and not squander the second chance he created for them.