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Log, ongoing;

When; Very late Thursday
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Jack Harkness (

handsomejack), Kyle Brooks (

justashow), Martha Jones (

miss_jones), The Doctor (

sciencegeekchic), Gwen Cooper Williams (

protect_them) and Ianto Jones (

king_coffee).
Summary; Kyle's at the clinic with Jack, and Ianto's on his way with Gwen. With an odd form of help from The Doctor, Martha needs to make an antidote.
Log;

Once he was out of Underground, Ianto made a phone call to Kyle's number, hoping the man would pick up. It wasn't easy supporting Gwen at the same time, but he managed as he hurried towards Martha's clinic, with both the snake and Gwen in tow.

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Giving Ianto a grateful look as the young Welshman poured the water, Jack turned his head to look towards Kyle, his grip already stronger as he curled his fingers in between the barristers.

"Hey there you two," he whispered, voice still rough.

The straw pressed to his mouth and a couple sips of water helped and the next time he spoke, his voice was already stronger.

"Ianto, you're hair is curling."

That's our Jack, nothing ever gets by him. Kyle, meanwhile was getting tugged gently to come sit up on the bed as that crouch did not look comfortable.

Moving the glass away, Ianto put it on the table beside the bed in case Jack wanted it again, and loomed, his arms folded.

It wasn't often that Ianto loomed.

"I noticed," he said with a smile, too pleased to reprimand Jack any right now.

He threw a wink at Kyle, to see if he could remind him of the Welsh.

Kyle let himself be tugged up to sit on the bed, but he still kept himself back a bit, giving Jack space to breathe. He caught Ianto's wink and cleared his throat, eventually stuttering out the words.

"Ch...Chroesawa bacia, Jack."

Ianto's hair was adorable! Jack knew better than to push his luck and say that though.

Catching the wink, he looked over at Kyle, eyebrows arching upwards as the young barrister spoke in Welsh, welcoming him back. His expression softened, still too weak to be anything really but himself at the moment and he squeezed Kyle's hand, speaking softly back to him.

"Ddiolch 'ch , 'n arddun bachgen," Jack said, eyes on Kyle and then he glanced to Ianto. "Ill dau chennych."

Ianto might well have let a comment like that pass, at that moment.

He felt that he should probably translate for Kyle. "He said 'thank you, beautiful lads, both of you." He gave up on looming and perched on the opposite side to where Kyle was sitting.

Everything was going to be okay, Ianto thought as he smiled.

"You never did teach me how to say 'you're welcome'," Kyle remarked to Ianto quietly, squeezing back with his fingers.

"Anyway, it was the rest of them who actually did something. Ianto and Gwen and Martha and the Doctor."

Jack appreciated that Ianto was no longer looming. He appreciated more that the younger man had come to join him on the bed, on the other side from Kyle. It was ... comforting, being between them like this and Jack shifted his other hand to let it rest along Ianto's thigh.

"Oi," Jack said, tiredly but firmly because he wasn't going to let Kyle get away with that. "I know you were here with me, the entire time. I ... heard your voice, heard you sing, felt your hand on mine."

He had to pause and catch his breath a little and squeezed Kyle's hand.

"That's what being a team, a pack, a family is, being there for each other."

Spreading his hand over the one Jack had resting on his thigh, Ianto gave it a gentle squeeze, and then held it between both of his own.

"Croeso," he supplied helpfully, and after Jack's protest, he gave one of his own. "Kyle, no. You had the most important job of all, all right? Without Gwen and I, the Doctor would have still figured it out, and even if the Doctor hadn't helped, the antidote would have been made in the end. Martha isn't the only one who can make an antidote, either."

"Okay, I was brilliant," Kyle agreed easily nodding at Ianto and reaching out to place a finger across Jack's lips. "Now, you stop talking and rest."

He wasn't going to argue while Jack was still recovering. He did want to apologize for making Jack go through long painful hours of survival, but he would do that later.

Jack, being Jack, took the opportunity to kiss Kyle's finger but then he relaxed back against the pillows and looked between the pair.

Hands on them both, obeying Kyle's request that he stop talking, Jack never the less arched an eyebrow at Ianto. Silent request for a status report.

Stubborn Captain is stubborn!

Initially pleased that Jack had complied to Kyle's request, Ianto then saw the look Jack shot him, and rolled his eyes.

"Everything and everyone except you, is and are fine."

And that's all Jack was getting, for now.

Kyle sighed and brought his hand back to run through his own hair, pushing the tangled strands out of his eyes.

"You see?" he said. "We're all safe. Now will you rest?"

Who did they think they were kidding? Well, at least who did Kyle think he was kidding?

Jack flicked a glance between the pair, contemplating mutiny but luckily concern for Kyle took over. Shifting on his pillow, the hand on Ianto's thigh seeking out the young Welshman's fingers to thread through, Jack shifted his arm outwards, a silent invitation to the lawyer to stretch out beside him and put his head on the Captain's shoulder.

Ianto had indeed been expecting mutiny, so forgive him if he was a little suspicious when it didn't come.

Another reason he was pleased that Kyle was there, because he got the feeling it would've if he wasn't.

As requested, though, he threaded his fingers through Jack's, and tipped his head indicating that Kyle should go ahead.

Kyle hesitated though, pleading eyes turned to Ianto because the other man knew, didn't he? That Kyle couldn't collapse yet, couldn't lay his head down and let the world fade out. Not when it wasn't over yet.

And if he let Jack pull him down beside him, that would be it. Then instead of resting and trying to take care of himself, Jack would be agitated and trying to take care of Kyle and that just couldn't happen.

So Kyle patted Jack on the shoulder instead and pulled away. "Go to sleep," he ordered, calmly.

Oh but Captains and alpha's, didn't work that way.

They knew in every fiber of their being when something was wrong with their team -well okay Jack occasionally went a little wonky when the Doctor was around but...- and he frowned worriedly and gave another stubborn little tug to the hand he had wrapped around Kyle's.

Ianto sat back, he wasn't going to stop this happening.

He knew Kyle had been holding on for a long time, after all.

Traitor! Kyle's look turned into a glare in Ianto's direction and he stiffened his shoulders even as Jack pulled him down. If they wanted to make things difficult for him then fine. Kyle had held back for days when he was with Adam's pack. He could do the same now.

"If you don't go to sleep this instant I'm going to take your coat and burn it," Kyle threatened, monotone, as he laid down beside the Captain. "And then you'll be sorry."

Once Jack was sleeping he could make a quiet escape and find a nice, private shower to collapse in. Just a little longer.

Edited 2008-12-07 17:23 (UTC)

Ahh but Jack, he has mad skillz!

Curling his arm around Kyle, despite the prickly way the younger man was talking to him, Jack leaned his cheek against Kyle's head and gave a soft sigh.

"No you won't," he whispered softly. "You're pissed as hell at me for getting hurt and scaring you but you would never harm an innocent, sexy coat."

Jack's eyes met Ianto's softly as he pressed a soothing kiss to the side of Kyle's temple.

Ianto was going to stay out of this one. It was a battle of wills that he certainly didn't want to be in the crossfire with.

He did meet Jack's gaze though, but still kept quiet. This was something Kyle deserved for himself.

"Don't be so sure," Kyle whispered back, almost flinching at the kiss, even as his fingers curled into the fabric of Jack's shirt.

He breathed in, shakily, and out again.

"You jerk."

Using his other hand to keep Ianto close, Jack pressed another gentle kiss to the top of Kyle's head.

"I know," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

Ianto had no intention of moving, but he also wasn't about to interrupt.

He did squeeze Jack's fingers though, to show that he was pleased.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Kyle chanted under his breath.

And then he buried his face in Jack's shoulder with a low, wounded cry.

"Sorry," he choked out before the words got lost.

"Shhhh," Jack soothed softly, gently drawing Ianto's hand over to help connect to Kyle as Jack stroked his fingers through the young barrister's hair.

"It's all right," and his tone indicated he wasn't giving the patronizing platitude that 'he' was all right now but that it was all right for Kyle to let go.

Jack and Ianto were both there for him, right where they wanted to be.

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