it's just one of those days

[goodinasuit]

With great commotion from the other side, the door to the Inn opens, swinging widely and slamming against the wall once. Through it, stumbles Ianto Jones, backwards, as though he was thrown right through the very door. He has his hands cuffed behind him, allowing him little room for balancing himself, while bruises and cuts litter his face and arms

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[molokovcocktail]

Molokov is walking across the room, tea in hand, when he witnesses Ianto's arrival. He swears, vanishes the tea and runs over to Ianto's side.

"What's happened?"

[goodinasuit]

Ianto doesn't recognize Molokov's voice at first, so at the first sign of movement he jerks away. He's almost starting to think he's hallucinating from blood loss (they had been talking of bleeding him and tenderizing him...).

Yet, the accent comes in clear and he visibly relaxes upon recognizing the other man.

"Job complications," he'll mutter though it is obviously more than that.

[molokovcocktail]

"Job complications," Molokov repeats quietly. He doesn't question Ianto further, choosing to examine the handcuffs instead to figure out how to undo them.

He's not going to press for details - at least, not yet. There's time for that, assuming he could even draw the truth out of him to begin with.

[goodinasuit]

Ianto tries to sit up, merely feeling childish, infantile having to lay on the floor. He struggles greatly, his body sore and head building momentary pressure as he does so.

So, he wasn't used to this much fieldwork.

"Th'cuffs... they should be easy t'pick. Old fashioned and the lot." His vision swims and words slur just slightly, and he closes his eyes tightly for a few seconds, hoping to clear it.

[impossible_thng]

Jack's got this habit of hanging by the door when he's in the Inn and Martha's not. It's just something that's developed in the hope that she'll walk through the door and he'll be reassured once more that she's alive and relatively well, doing whatever she's doing in his future, saving the world. It actually works relatively often.

Under normal circumstances, he'd be more worried, Gwen having just been shot, Ianto and Tosh missing and all, but time stops outside the Inn, so he'll get back to it... after he's waited long enough to either find Martha, or determine that she's not coming back in this visit.

So he looks up when the door opens, blinking a little at someone's rather violent entrance, and getting automatically to his feet. And then he recognizes that it's Ianto, and the automatic process of getting up and sauntering over to the stranger turns into a lunge, kneeling on the floor beside him in an instant

[goodinasuit]

Momentary panic filters into Ianto's expression, because the rush of someone beside him is generally a bad thing, considering his situation. However, the comment bordering on sexual harassment eases that panic immediately.

"Sir?" It's blatant relief to see the man that is in his voice. After all, he had just provided an escape for Toshiko, so goodness knows where the others had gotten to. Back beyond that door, he was alone, save for the one other boy.

He tries sitting up, though sore, cuffed hands and the spinning his head takes sends him right back to the floor, wincing.

[impossible_thng]

"Does anyone else say things like that to you?" he answers with a smile. He winces a little as Ianto tries to sit up and ends up dropping right back down. Whatever's happened to Ianto, it's not good, and Jack makes a note in the back of his head to make someone hurt for it. But it can wait.

Jack reaches out gently to take Ianto by the shoulders, shifting him carefully upright and keeping his hands on his shoulders to keep him stable. "Hang on," he says absently, shifting around so that he can look at Ianto's handcuffed wrists and think away the handcuffs themselves.

"Anything need immediate attention?" he asks, and for once, he's actually all business - he'll have time for flirting and teasing in a second, just as soon as he's made sure a member of his team's not bleeding internally or broken a bone or something.

[goodinasuit]

There might be the hint of a small smirk on his lips, but if it was there, it faded quickly. "Oh no, hardly."

He is more thankful for the hands on his shoulders than he will ever admit, as his body is aching, protesting against every little movement he seems to make. Moving to rub at his wrists when they're freed, another soft sigh escapes him.

"Just... a few bumps 'n' bruises." He couldn't recall any particular injuries, perhaps his head, but he was thinking clear enough. "S'nothing t'worry about." Ianto mumbles, trying to dull the pounding his head has taken on by massaging small circles against the bridge of his nose.

First real sort of on-field mission for him and this happens. Oh, it's his sort of luck, definitely.