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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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Kyle was sitting at Jack's bedside, trying not to give into the urge to get up and pace. He knew he'd just be in the way and projecting worry wasn't what Jack needed right now.

Even if the man was unconscious.

His phone rang and he answered it immediately, hoping it might be Ianto with news that he'd found whatever had bit Jack.

"Brooks here."

"Kyle," Ianto said when he heard the other man's voice, "We've got the snake, but Gwen got bitten, too. Where are you?"

Kyle frowned when he heard about Gwen, but at least they had the snake and a possibility of getting an antidote. If time didn't run out.

"Martha Jone's clinic," he said into the phone. "You'd better hurry. Jack went unconscious twenty minutes ago. I think he was delirious before then. He...he kept asking for the doctor."

Ianto breathed a little sigh of relief. At least at Martha's clinic, Jack would be better off.

And it didn't surprise Ianto that Jack had been asking for The Doctor in his state.

"Right," he said, business-like as he stayed calm, "did you call him? He might be able to help as well, actually."

"I thought he meant Martha," Kyle said, blinking.

Now that he thought of it, Jack had mentioned a doctor before. The one he did all his traveling with. The one he told bedtime stories about when Kyle was sick with the flu.

"Do you have a number I could reach him at?"

Ah, Ianto could see that it was an easy mistake to make.

"Is his phone there? If so, the number'll be on it. If not, I can give it to you."

"Just a second..." Kyle went searching around in Jack's pockets, eventually coming up with his phone.

"I've got it. Worry about getting Gwen to the clinic. I'll get a hold of the doctor."

"Excellent, will do. I'll be there as soon as possible."

He paused, and then spoke again more softly. "Well done for getting him to the Clinic, yeah?"

As delightful as unconsciousness was, Jack's ~~stubbornness~~, ~~immortal immune system~~ stubbornness pushed him back up towards consciousness.

Awareness came back as sharp, pains and the struggle to breath, neither of which were a great deal of fun and Jack had to chuff inwardly as he cursed just how annoying poison could be. Pain hazed eyes blinked opened, staring at the ceiling without comprehension for a long moment.

"Where..." he whispered weakly, barely aware that he'd spoken outloud.

Kyle responded in the same quiet tone, letting a little bit of the helpless despair he was feeling creep into his voice.

"I didn't know what else to do."

Kyle hovered into Jack's line of sight, taking his hand and squeezing, unsure just how much the other man was aware of right now.

"Shhh, it's okay," he soothed. "You're at the clinic. Ianto's on his way, he found the snake."

Kyle decided he'd better not mention about Gwen getting poisoned too.

Ianto's own voice stayed firm, he wanted Kyle to know that he'd done exactly the right thing.

"But you still did the right thing."

Though his grip was weaker than before, Jack still closed his fingers around Kyle's.

Clinic ... okay, good that explained why the ceiling didn't look familiar.

Jack nodded slightly, indicating he'd heard what Kyle had said about Ianto. If his own thoughts were so muddled with pain and confusion, he probably would have caught the fact that Kyle hadn't included Gwen in that statement.

Kyle nodded, even though Ianto could hardly see the action through the phone lines.

"I'll look after things here," he said, getting himself back under control. "Please hurry."

"I called for the Doctor too," Kyle said, using his other hand to smooth Jack's sweat-damp hair back. "He said he's coming to help."

And Kyle didn't know what kind of help the Doctor would be, but from the stories he'd heard, he didn't doubt that the man could do something about all this. Or at the very least, he'd be a comfort for Jack.

"I'll see you in a minute," he promised, and so that he could carry Gwen properly and move faster, shut his phone off and pushed it into his pocket.

Jack couldn't help, probably would never be able to help it, no matter how long he lived but there was a breath and then he relaxed a fraction at the news that the Doctor was coming.

He wanted to tell Kyle that it would be all right, that Ianto was coming and so was the Doctor and Martha was here and it would all be all right but he couldn't waste the precious oxygen he was struggling to get in his lungs. So he squeezed Kyle's hand again and hoped that the expression on his face at least looked something like a reassuring smile?

"Ianto, I really don't think you need to be carrying me. I feel... oddly fine, other than some general discomfort from the bite."

The marks on her arm were still very visible, but the bite itself seemed to be sealing up rather neatly and she didn't feel what she should've normally felt from being poisoned.

Confused, Ianto looked down. Indeed, Gwen didn't look nearly as bad as Jack did.

"What if..." he stopped. Usually Jack wasn't affected so badly by poison, what if it was something to do with what he was?

"...want to try an antitoxin kit first?"

"We can, but that'll take up some time we don't have. Put me down and let's go."

Nodding, because, well, she was still wearing the tourniquet, and the clinic was within running distance.

He set her down, carefully.

A quick glance down let her know that yes, her feet were still there and seemed to be working right, so she took off, knowing Ianto would be right behind her.

Gwen seemed okay.

Ianto was as relieved as anything, but they needed to get the snake to the clinic, so he ran along side her, keeping to her pace.

All in all? It could have been worse. For example, Ianto could have been bitten too. Daleks could have fallen from the sky. Martha herself could have walked into a convenient manhole, and so on. Yes, things could be worse.

With a vaguely annoyed exhale, she paused outside of the room they'd all but tossed Jack into, unceremoniously so. While Martha couldn't really account for his immortality factor, she could assess what was a given, and she had, already having set about procuring an antidote--or contacting someone who could.

"What timing," she muttered, leaning against the wall, folding her arms across her chest. Just a moment to breathe, she thought a bit sourly. She was fond of these people, but really, what were they all up to? And then there was the matter of Tosh.

Perhaps she should lay out a chart that told them 'this is a bad idea' and 'this, this is less bad but still probably going to get you in a hell of a lot of trouble as well' and so on down the line. Perhaps. But then, they probably wouldn't pay it any mind, and at that she smiled in spite of it all. That would be very them.

Kyle saw that fraction of relief and felt a little of it himself. Watching Jack be in pain wasn't easy. Panic in those eyes only made it worse. He was glad that just the mention of the Doctor could ease Jack's suffering a tiny bit.

He pulled his chair closer and squeezed back with his fingers, resting his head beside Jack's thigh. He'd run out of things to talk about, really. He'd talked his head off the entire time he was getting Jack to the clinic, and sitting beside him while he was unconscious.

So instead, he began to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz1KDZe4j1k), quietly.

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