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missthingsplace) wrote2010-05-07 11:44 am
Parasitism 21/?
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missthingsplace Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Andy
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: A simple lapse of judgement leaves one of the team battling for their life.
Warnings: Slash, angst, horror
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
This is a sequel to 'Predation', the master List for this can be found here: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/3
Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/3
A/N: Please note this fic is heading into 'Thrace Warning Level Two' terrority!
Ianto carried the heavy buckets back to the autopsy bay and dumped them on the floor before heading off to one of the storage rooms in the archives, returning soon after with what resembled a fish tank with a close fitting lid.
“I'll come and help,” Jack called as Ianto passed him on his way back with the tank.
“I can do this myself Jack, stay there and rest, I know you're in more pain than you're letting on,” Ianto called back. “and no arguments.”
With that he carried on back down to the autopsy bay and set the tank on the counter top, first he pulled the lid off and then extracted the round rubber stopper in it that filled a hold about an inch in diameter.
Putting them to one side he lifted one of the buckets and poured the contents into the tank filling it half way up with sea water, replaced the bucket on the floor and then reached for the containment box containing Magenta.
Ianto picked up the stun gun with the intention of stunning the creature and then changed his mind, pulling open one of the drawers he extracted what looked like a long pair of tongs and smiled to himself.
Armed with them he carefully lifted up the lid of the containment box and when Magenta shoved it's head through the small gap he grabbed it with the tongs, making sure he had a firm grip on the wriggling creature he removed it and held it over the tank.
“I really hope this kills you, you little bastard,” Ianto told it. “oh I know you're not the one who infected my lover with your spawn but I'm afraid you get to prove a point!”
Picking up the lid to the tank with his free hand Ianto lowered the alien creature into the water, holding it down for as long as possible while he got the lid into position then released it and slammed the lid on tight.
He watched the creature flail about in the water, shoving it's head up above it as best it could, it's legs all over the place while it tried to work out an escape route.
Ianto got a funnel from one of the cupboards below and put the spout into the hole in the top of the lid and then picked up the second bucket, slowly and carefully pouring the rest of the sea water into the tank.
When it was full to the brim, so much that the water was seeping out over the edges of the hole he shoved in the stopper and moved back a few paces to perch on the edge of the autopsy table.
He watched with a morbid curiosity at the way the creature tried frantically to escape, It didn't last long, within a couple of minutes it had lost the fight and lay lifelessly on the bottom of the tank.
“Got ya!” Ianto said quietly, knowing for certain now that Jack was going to have to go through drowning again to kill the creatures inside him.
Fishing his mobile phone from his pocket Ianto flipped it open and called Gwen.
“I did it, the sea water killed Magenta,” he told her when she answered the call. “if we're going to do this and I can't see any alternative, then I'm going to need your help.”
“I'll be right with you,” Gwen told him.
“Thanks Gwen,” Ianto said quietly and then cut the call and made his way up to Jack.
“Did it work?” Jack asked, knowing the answer from the look on his lovers face.
Ianto nodded. “Magenta's dead, the sea water worked within minutes.”
“So, that means ...” Jack began and then trailed off with a small gulp.
“Yep,” Ianto said, perching on the edge of the sofa.
“How are we going to do this, we can't carry in bucket after bucket of sea water, it's not practical?” Jack asked.
“I've been giving that some thought,” Ianto sighed. “I remember seeing something in the files about the fact that the lower level can be flooded.”
“Yeah, the very bottom level, there's an inlet that when opened floods the rooms down there with water from the bay,” Jack answered. “it was designed to ... well drown anything that tried to infiltrate the hub that way, the rooms in question go into lock down without affecting the rest of the hub.”
“Perfect,” Ianto replied, casting his eyes down to look at the floor. “has it ever been used?”
“Not that I know of,” Jack admitted. “not since I've been here anyway.”
“Perhaps we should give it a test run first?” Ianto suggested, still not looking the Captain in the eye.
“I don't think we have time,” Jack answered. “Ianto, look at me.”
Ianto lifted his head slowly to reveal the way his eyes shined with his unshed tears.
“I meant what I said Ianto, I can do this myself so you don't have to see me drown,” Jack continued softly.
“No, I want to be there for you, when you come back,” Ianto told him. “I've called Gwen, she'll be here to help soon.”
“Ianto ... I need to do what I did last time, I want to be sedated when it happens,” Jack told him. “I can't ... I can't be conscious when I drown.”
“If that's what you want,” Ianto told him, feeling his tears begin to slide down his cheeks at the look in Jack's eyes. “I really wish there was another way we could do this.”
“There might be but we're running out of time,” Jack sighed, his own eyes welling up. “we just need to get this over with now.”
“I know, I'm not at all happy with it but ...” Ianto whispered before leaning forwards to kiss his lover tenderly. “promise me you'll come back to me?”
“Always,” Jack murmured against his lips, kissing him back as the sirens announcing Gwen's arrival through the cog door sounded.
“What do you need me to do?” Gwen asked them, sensing they we're going through enough heartache over his without her adding her own feelings to the mix.
“I'll run you through it while I make us all a strong coffee,” Ianto told her, giving Jack one more kiss before standing. “I know I need one.”
“Real coffee?” Jack asked, giving him a weak smile.
“Yep,” Ianto replied and led the way to the kitchenette with Gwen in tow.
TBC
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