Log; Ongoing

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When; Tuesday evening.
Rating; PG-13 for some upsetting themes.
Characters; Gwen Cooper (protect_them), Owen Harper (wankersometimes) and Ianto Jones (king_coffee)
Summary; Ianto hasn't known the full story for a long time. Gwen needs to tell him.
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There was a lot about the situation that Ianto didn't know. He didn't know that Jack was in the City, and had been for a few days, and although he knew that the 456 had been defeated, and that all the children were safe, he didn't know exactly how that had been achieved.

While he would usually want to know, he'd had a lot of other things on his mind, and as he'd been sleeping a lot and concentrating on getting better, he hadn't thought to ask.

But as time went on, he began to think like he usually did. And he began to wonder.

For that moment, though, he was sitting up in the bed - yes, he'd refused to relinquish those pillows - and attempting a crossword. He was rather pleased that the words were getting away from him less and less, and he could complete it.

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"OWEN," He yelled again.

He shot Gwen a dirty look for her troubles. "Oh, but you get to speak to him, right?" He shrugged off the touch again.

"Let me guess, he's in the TARDIS. He's completely predictable sometimes." It was getting to the point where he was going to pull out all the wires and tubes himself. "OWEN GET YOUR ARSE HERE NOW," he yelled again.

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Gwen sighed and pulled him down again, and she might be pregnant but he'd been ill so she won.

"Ianto Jones. You need to back down now. If you don't, I'll have Owen sedate you until you listen to reason."

The gentle expression was gone from her face, replaced by one she'd learned from her time with Torchwood.

Stone.

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However, Ianto only took orders from his Captain. He'd not seen any of the fall of Torchwood when Jack left, so he was going with what he knew.

Yank. Out went his IV, and he pulled the heart monitor clip off his finger before chucking it hard across the room.

Yes. He was having a bit of a tantrum.

"Let go of me." And he sat up again. It as a struggle, but he did it.

[ooc: Okay with Owen jumping in after this? Figured the flatline from the monitor would grab his attention]

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The calls of his name had Owen hoisted out of his seat and plodding down the stairs, grumbling about teaboys who didn't know when to stop complaining about catheters. But the flatline of the heart monitor, that went straight to the pager on Owen's belt loop and it had him jumping the next few steps and hitting the ground running.

He burst through the clinic door to find Ianto struggling with Gwen, the I.V. line dangling and spilling saline all over the floor, heart monitor tab beside it and all the machines wailing.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?"

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Face still set in stone, Gwen pulled Ianto back a bit as she struggled to get him back to a more horizontal position.

"Sedate him, Owen. I'll explain why later."

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Ianto still fought, though, adrenaline making him stronger than he should have been in his state.

"Jack's in the City, and none of you told me," he said angrily, knocking Gwen's arm away again, "and I swear if you sedate me Owen, I will make your time here in the City hell. I want this catheter out."

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Owen's eyes widened, almost comically. "Jack's in the City?"

Not the time. Ianto was going to undo all his work if he kept flailing around like that. Owen grabbed at his syringe pack and make a quick decision.

"Right, Gwen I need you to hold him down for this. Ianto, that's no way to treat a pregnant lady."

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Gwen curled his arms around him and hauled him back, pressing him down again with her own weight, tears threatening to spill over.

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Regardless, Ianto struggled, even though his breath was coming in painful gasps.

"Get off" he ground out.

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"You annoying bastard," Owen murmured as he advanced with the shot and jabbed Ianto in the fleshy part of his shoulder, giving him a full dose.

In his condition, it wouldn't take very long to come into effect.

"Gwen, you okay?"

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She just nodded shortly, keeping a tight hold on Ianto even as she whispered that she was so sorry.

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There were a few more aborted struggles until Ianto succumbed to the drug.

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"There." Owen slipped the heart monitor back on Ianto's finger, and started replacing other various tubes and wires that had been knocked off in Ianto's struggles.

The whole I.V. would have to be done, and another bag hung. He snarled while he sorted it out.

"Mind telling me what the fuck that was about?"

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Gwen gently laid Ianto back down and moved as far away from his bed as she could, gaze dropped.

"Jack's in the City and has been since Friday. I told Ianto what was going on.... all of it."

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Setting aside the whole issue of Jack being back and suspiciously ABSENT from the beach house, Owen went for the most pressing issue at the moment.

"You told him? Well done, PC Cooper. Now he's gonna be bloody impossible until he half kills himself trying to go see Jack. I can't keep him sedated 24/7, you know."

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She sighed and squeezed her eyes closed, taking a deep breath.

".... he would've found out soon enough. Kyle saw Jack and I knew it was just a matter of time."

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"Soon enough isn't now, Gwen." Owen snarled the words and stomped over to the supply cupboard to search for the restraints. They were mostly for use of the creatures in the vaults, but he didn't have anything else suitable.

"Just because he can blink at you and talk, doesn't mean he's well. The idiot can't even sit up for half an hour at a time, and his temp spiked to 103 today. If he tries to leave the clinic, he'll relapse. Do I have to remind you that him immune system is absolute shit right now?"

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"I remember that very well, thank you Doctor Harper."

She finally looked up, face blank and tight and almost eerily a mirror to a familiar expression that Jack had worn before.

"Keep him as safely sedated as you can."

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"Don't tell me how to do my job, sweetheart," Owen sniped as he fitted the soft restraints around Ianto's wrists, effectively latching him to the bed.

"We need to lock down the room. And you can explain to Kyle why Ianto can't have any visitors anymore."

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Gwen pursed her lips, biting back a retort before she turned to head out of the room. It'd be better if Owen didn't see her trying to keep herself from crying.

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Owen sighed as much as he was able to with no breath (the body movement was there but the air was not) and he brought his fist down on the side of Ianto's bed with a muffled thump.

It was all such a bloody mess. Why the hell was Jack playing keep away when he knew they were here and needed him? And why did Gwen think this was something Ianto needed to know right now? They all knew what Ianto was like. Stupidly devoted and stubbornly loyal, to point of insanity. With Jack in the picture, there'd be no reasoning with him. They would just have to keep him restrained and sedated and probably set his progress a whole week back doing it too.

He glared at the unconscious man and tightened the restraints. This was all they needed. Yet another disaster.