IT WILL HAPPEN SOON / FEELS LONG OVERDUE

[heltersskelter]

CHARACTERS: tate & everyone who signed up
LOCATION: Space Bablyon & the subsequent corridor || evening
WARNINGS: violence, character death, sexual innuendo
SUMMARY: tate flips his lid and shoots some people
NOTES: feel free to start your own threads in this & threadhop for whatever your needs! tate will only be replying to characters who have signed up, but this is open to others to tag in if you want to be part of the chaos/bystanders/doctors/etc. action or prose is fine!

CORRIDORS
SPACE BABYLON
MEDICAL

Comments

[51stcentury]

[They made Jack step outside while they worked. Because they needed to do their job and take care of Ianto and Jack was... Well, he was being distracting. Not necessarily interfering with their procedures in getting Ianto taken care of, but there were reasons that loved ones generally weren't allowed in the operating rooms with patients, and Jack was pushing buttons in being as concerned as he was. So they made him leave, to hover in the hallway outside and wait until they finally give him the word that he's okay to come back inside again.

Jack makes a beeline for Ianto's bedside, smoothing down the bedclothes once he does, checking the other man over, noticing the woozy look on his face, trying to take as much as he can in all at once.] Hey. How're you doing?

[coffeeking]

[Ianto smiles at Jack a little blearily. He remembers that Jack had been there earlier, after Ianto had yelled at Marty about it more than was probably strictly necessary – he'd have to apologize for that – but it was all a jumbled mess in his head. He'd gone from Point A (being shot) to Point B (laying here) and the progression of events in between is permanently confused and missing pieces. But it's the results that matter.]

I'm having a serious case of deja vu.

[At least he's not dying this time.]

[51stcentury]

[Jack only has it in him to crack a little smile and let out a soft laugh at that comment, moving to take Ianto's hand in his and sit on the edge of the bedside.] I'd rather not have more experiences of visiting you in this place than I already have, if it's all the same to you. [He can't help but bend to press a kiss to the other man's knuckles, before sitting forward and pressing another to his forehead, reassuring himself and Ianto that he was okay.]

Marty called to say that you had been shot. Martha and the doctors said you'd lost a lot of blood. [Jack doesn't have to say much more to let it be known that his heart was in his throat the whole time, from when he'd gotten that call to when he'd gotten to Ianto's side to when Martha had let him know that Ianto was going to be alright.] Guess the better question I should be asking is how you're feeling. They must have you on the good stuff right now, yeah? [From the way that Ianto's smiling at him, he assumes so.]

[coffeeking]

Oh yeah. I can't even feel the hole in my side right now. [He says it cheerfully enough, but it's a jaded, cynical cheer. 'Look, I got out alive again, isn't that just grand?']

I'd promise to be more careful, but I swear I was minding my own business and not sticking my nose anywhere.

[There's genuine regret in his voice. Sometimes he goes looking for trouble, but this was not one of those times. This was just sheer misfortune, and he wonders how best to apologize to Jack for worrying him when it's absurd to apologize for something as benign as going out for a drink.]

[51stcentury]

[Jack shakes his head at Ianto's last words.] I believe you. [And he does. Jack himself was headed that way in response to the security call, there's no way that Ianto could have gotten there and shot answering that or any other distress signal as soon as he had. It definitely just seemed to be a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He just wished that it hadn't meant that Ianto's life had been in danger as well.]

Shouldn't be a hole there anymore anyway. Doctors have you patched up, good as new. I suppose you'll get a dashing new scar out of all of this as well. [Scars are another thing that Jack doesn't have himself anymore, so he fixates on them on others. Not as flaws, mind, but as points of interest. Given the placement of this one and the body that it's located on, he's sure to do a lot of fixating, in the future.]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto smiles a little dreamily at that. He doesn't like scars, really. They remind him of his own mortality, his ever-encroaching expiration date that bothers him more than it ever does normal people with mortal lovers. He hates the way scars ache for a long while after the healing is done, and he hates the way that collecting them feels like tally-marks on his skin. But he can never hate the way Jack traces them with his tongue and worries them with his teeth until the ache is something sweeter.

That thought cheers him for a moment until his thoughts circle around to how he got the scar in the first place.]

Did they get him, then? I shot him, I know I did, but he didn't even flinch. And the way he moved... [All wrong, like shooting at shadows.]

[51stcentury]

[Jack shakes his head, gripping Ianto's hand a little tighter in response to those words. He had been taking in the dreamy little smile on Ianto's face, knowing exactly where his mind was going with a look like that and approving of the path it was taking until Ianto's thought's had turned elsewhere.] I don't know. I haven't... [Jack hadn't been paying much attention to anything outside of the medbay after they'd brought Ianto there.]

Security had been called to it. I was on my way there when I got the call from Marty. That many people on the task, they have to have gotten him by now. [Jack's voice is soft and he doesn't push too hard as he asks:] I can check in on their progress, if you want? You saw who it was, the person who did this?

[coffeeking]

[Ianto nods, eyes a little glazed as he thinks back on it.]

He was just a kid. I know I've seen him around before. He's been here a while. Just an angry kid with a shotgun, but he- He didn't move right. He just took the hits without any kind of reaction, and then he was right on top of my cover. I barely moved in time.

[He'd avoided a kill shot, but no more than that.]

[51stcentury]

Kids don't just normally go around shooting up innocent civilians, Ianto. Not even most troubled ones. [He squeezes the other man's hand, stroking the back of it slightly with his thumb.] What do you mean, though, he didn't move right? Do you think he was on something? Or was something effecting him?

[Stranger things had happened, especially on this ship, after all. He doesn't want to grill Ianto with too many questions but on the other hand the other man was one of the only ones with a first hand account of what all went on.]

[coffeeking]

No, he... [Ianto's brow furrows. It's hard to explain when his head is fuzzy. He suspects it would still be hard to explain sober.] It was like he could almost teleport, but not... not quite? It was just so quick...

]At least he thinks it was. It's impossible to know if he can trust the details of his memory right now.]

[51stcentury]

[Jack watches Ianto struggle through his explanation, noticing his brow furrowing and how he seems troubled by the fact that he can't quite explain or remember just what exactly went down. He reaches out to cup a hand against the other man's cheek, leaning forward to kiss his furrowed brow.]

I'm just glad you're okay. [he admits to the other man, quietly.]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto lets it go for now. Jack will check with security, and they're both still breathing, and he's still too fuzzy to worry about much else. He sighs deeply and leans into the touch, reaching out to hold onto Jack, keep him close.]

Me too. You staying for a while?

<3

[51stcentury]

[Jack's got security on speed-dial, but he needs to be here, he knows that he's much more use here, by Ianto's side, reassuring the other man and himself that everything is okay, than out and about in the field, distracted by not knowing what's going on back here and risking not only his life but the life of the others that would be relying on him to have their back.

In response to Ianto's question, Jack nods.] I had planned on it. Wherever you'll let me. [He wants to curl up against the other man's side and hold him close while he rests. He's not sure if Ianto'll be up for that, though. He really did lose a lot of blood out there.]