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19 May 2010 @ 05:32 pm
Torchwood High - Chapter 12 - They say you should talk  

Title: Torchwood High

Chapter: 12 – They say you should talk

Author: Iolo1234

Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who

Size: 116,000 + and growing

Pairings: Jack/Ianto mainly but many others

Characters: Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, (Torchwood). Others from Doctor Who.

Rating: PG - 14

Spoilers: The story weaves through Torchwood from the beginning so there will be spoilers for all series. There are also some references to Doctor Who series. But as this is AU things won’t exactly be the same or turn out the same way.

Warnings: some sexual content including m/m, f/f and m/f

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters as they belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC but I do get to play with them.

Author’s Note: I’ll just say I love Deadline.




Chapter 12 – They say you should talk


They waited for two days and still Jack was unconscious. People sat at his bedside and watched. His leg had been set and it was unlikely that he’d be able to walk on it for some time; he had smashed his ankle, as well as having a compound fracture. The doctors argued about possible treatments, whether to wait or to take invasive action. In the end it was decided that Jack should be shipped home to a specialist unit that dealt with head injuries. One existed in Cardiff, so it was decided to send him there, especially as there would be people he knew to talk to him.

Back in Wales Ianto remained in a state. Tosh had stayed with him overnight and was planning to stay as long as necessary. She’d left Ianto asleep for the first time in twenty four hours and was on the phone to John Smith.

‘He’s a mess John. As well as worrying about Jack, his girlfriend Lisa came round yesterday and, to cut a long story short, she knows about him and Jack.’

‘Is he going to make it to school on Monday? Tell him to do whatever he needs to do as we’ll sort things here. I suspect that staff are going to notice though, so I hope he’s prepared for that.’

‘I’ve no idea what will happen. Now I’d say it was doubtful but you know Ianto he can shut himself off.  I’m just worried that he’ll wear himself out, not eating and not sleeping. He paced the floor half of last night and he’s drinking too much coffee, which is I suppose better than to much alcohol. At the moment he’s lying on the sofa cuddling Myfanwy and Jack’s coat. I assume you’ve heard no more.’

‘No, I just know that he’s unconscious in hospital and that he’s badly smashed his lower right leg. I’ll ring as soon as I hear anything. Tell Ianto my thoughts are with him. Rose and Donna also send their love and tell him not to worry about school.’

‘Thanks John,’ Tosh replied, thinking once again how lucky they were to have this man for a head, ‘not every head would be as sympathetic. How are you anyway? We’re all busy worrying about Ianto and you’ve known Jack for years.’

‘I’m worried Tosh. We don’t broadcast it but I’ve known Jack for over twenty years. I’m off now to Rose’s for Sunday lunch but the army have my mobile number. Don’t neglect yourself either Tosh. Isn’t Tommy back next week?’

‘Yes, Wednesday, I hope. It was put back a bit but that’s what we’ve been told. I’ll speak to you later John. Have a nice lunch with Rose and say hello from me.’

Tosh went into the kitchen and made a coffee. She sat down at the table holding the mug in both hands and for the first time she allowed herself to cry. She cried for Jack, for Ianto, for Mary and what might have been, for Tommy and whether they’d survive, and for herself. She really didn’t know how she felt about Tommy coming back. Part of her was excited; she did love him, but it had been six months and combat changed people. Tommy was still relatively young. The other part of her was terrified. What if she found that she didn’t love him anymore or even fancy him? What then? She knew she’d burned her bridges with Mary but, and she really shouldn’t have allowed her mind to think this, Owen had been really nice to her yesterday. Perhaps he was changing as well and what happened to Jack might make him reconsider how he behaved to others.

Suddenly Myfanwy appeared in the kitchen and started to paw the door.

‘Do you want to go out girl? OK then once around the block and back.’

She left a note for Ianto but she hoped he’d stay asleep. She walked the dog around the local streets. It was cold but at least the snow had gone now. January had been awful and she hoped things would improve. Cardiff didn’t usually get too much snow but they had this year. When she got back she went into the living room and raided Ianto’s book shelves for something to read. She found ‘How Green was my Valley’ and settled down in front of the fire. Ianto was still asleep under Jack’s coat. Tosh realised how young he looked. His eyes were still red and his face blotchy from the tears. After reading for an hour she too fell asleep. Myfanwy settled down on the other sofa next to her. It was after lunch when the phone rang and she woke with a start. Ianto stirred as well. She grabbed the phone and said, ‘hello.’ It was John.

‘Tosh, they’ve just phoned. His condition is no different but they’re flying him home overnight. He should be transferred to Cardiff Hospital’s specialist head injuries unit by the morning. We’ll be able to visit tomorrow night. They suggested someone close should come and talk to him and bring in some music or something similar, that he’ll recognise. Can you tell Ianto to sort some stuff as I’m sure he’ll have some Glenn Miller there somewhere? You know Jack. See if he’s got the Cole Porter or Sinatra as well. Is he awake yet?’

At that moment Ianto just about opened his eyes.

‘Is that John, what is it? Is it Jack?’ Ianto looked worried all over again.

‘He’s awake John and asking questions. I’ll let him know.’

‘What is it?’ Ianto was now fully awake.

‘Stop and listen will you? That was John, as you guessed. The army have phoned. Jack is no different and he’s not worse. They’ve operated on his leg and they’ve decided that they are going to fly him home overnight and send him to the unit at Cardiff. It seems they have a unit there that deals with this type of condition.’

‘I know,’ said Ianto quietly, ’Lisa was there.’

‘Of course Ianto. No one really has to tell you the routine of how to deal with someone who is unconscious. They say he can have visitors tomorrow night and to bring some music that he’ll recognise. He needs a familiar voice to talk to him and you know how he loves your Welsh vowels.’

Ianto sat. He was as white as a sheet except for the red circles around his eyes.

‘I don’t know if I can do this again. What if he doesn’t wake up?’

‘Ianto you’ve got to be positive and believe. Lisa did and look at her now. Jack will as well. John said to take all the time you need by the way.’

‘We’re so bloody lucky Tosh. Can you imagine any other head giving you time off because your boyfriend has been injured?’

‘We’ll if they didn’t they should. He’s still your partner, male or female. Have you got any of Jack’s stuff here?’

‘Yes, you know Jack he likes to have his favourites near, so there’s some Glenn Miller and Sinatra there. I’ll take it in. I assume I’m allowed to go. I’ve got the DVD of the school concert as well and I can take the portable DVD player and put it on that. Thanks for being here Tosh.’

‘No problem, now I think we need something to eat. Let’s see what’s in your fridge.’ Tosh made some dinner and they sat, ate and watched rubbish TV.

Tosh went into work on Monday. Ianto said that he would see Jack and then be back in on Tuesday.

The journey from Afghanistan had passed without incident. Jack was settled in and they began some tests and scans. With more advanced equipment they were able to detect some slight abrasions in Jack’s brain. It was decided to keep on observing him and only operate if necessary. For now, he lay in a private room and was constantly monitored.

Ianto sat at home when he wasn’t pacing the floor. He left at four p.m. and got to the hospital as fast as legally possible. He knew all too well where to head for and several of the nurses recognised him. At the reception the assistant looked up as he said ‘hello’.

‘Oh hello Mr Jones, how can we help you? How’s Lisa?’

‘Hmmm Lisa is doing well. I’m here to see a new patient, Captain Jack Harkness; we work together.’

‘Oh yes we were told to expect a Mr Jones but it’s a rather common name. He’s over there in room 44B, next door to where Lisa was.’

Ianto mumbled, ‘thanks,’ and breathed in as he opened the door; he knew what to expect, so seeing Jack hooked up to various monitors wasn’t a surprise. He sat down in the chair next to the bed. Jack still had a few cuts and bruises to his face and arms that Ianto could see. His leg was also in plaster. Ianto held onto his hand and was still doing so when the nurse came in. He didn’t let go and the nurse, having registered surprise, simply did her job and left. Ianto talked to him because that’s what they said you should do.

‘I don’t know if you can hear me Jack. Part of me hopes you can and part of me is scared that things will be different when you wake up, and you will wake up Jack, I know you will. I hope you don’t think I’m being stupid. I’m amazed at all that’s happened to me over the last few months, and how much you’ve come to me to me.  For a teacher I’m not really much of a talker; I’ve never been good at the touchy feely stuff. When Lisa was injured I spoke to a counsellor but gave up because I didn’t know what to say, but I’ll try talking to you now.

You’ve changed my world Jack. I feel like I was only half alive before you came into my life. Sometimes, when you’ve been asleep in the early hours, when we’ve been together, I’ve watched you. I’ve asked myself how I got to this; how I ended up with you. I look at you, with your beautiful face, as you breathe in and out and as you dream. I wonder if you’re dreaming of me; I hope your dreaming of me. I can’t see your eyes Jack now, also as you sleep, and I love them. They were the first thing I noticed about you. We all know what the first thing you noticed about me was; I’m wearing those jeans now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt about someone the way I feel about you. I touch you and my body comes alive, like flicking a switch. I feel like I can never get enough. I know I’ll never just be comfortable with you Jack. I don’t know how I can tell but there will always be that excitement in just being near you. I know we’ve only had a short time together but I want to grow old with you, Jack. I want us to be more than just a blip in time. I want to be with you forever and I’ll wait Jack; I know how to wait.  You’ve made me so happy. You’ve made the days brighter and the nights, well we both know what you’ve done with them. Come back to me Jack I need you, Myfanwy needs you; your friends need you. I don’t want to be in a world without your smile, without your touch, without your arms to hold me through the night. Oh God Jack, if you can hear this please promise that you’ll never mention how soppy I’m sounding.

I’ve brought some things in to help. I’ve brought your favourites and I’ll ask the nurses to play them to you. I have your Glenn Miller and some Sinatra. I must try to get you into the twenty first century. I asked John why you listened to this stuff and he said you’d organised a forties do and got into it then. I expect that’s where the great coat and braces came from too. The sock suspenders are also a great touch.’

Ianto spent the next hour talking to Jack about his friends and what had happened during his now much shorter absence. Ianto thought of it as the six months that never was and now would never be. He’d hoped that just hearing his voice would bring Jack round immediately, but it didn’t. He didn’t want to leave but he was going to work the next day and he knew he had to at least try to get some sleep. Ianto got up and reached over to kiss Jack goodbye. He was breathing on his own so Ianto kissed him gently on the lips. They felt warm and it helped Ianto to understand that Jack was still there. There was a cough behind him.

‘Sorry Mr Jones but its time to go. If there are any changes someone will call.’

‘Will they call me if I give them my number?’ Ianto asked.

‘They’ll call the listed next of kin. We have that listed as Mr John Smith.’ It had been the same with Lisa as her parents were next of kin. At least John would let him know straight away and he could visit.

‘I’ll be back tomorrow and every day until he wakes up,’ Ianto stated. He left with tears once again beginning to fill his eyes.

He sat in his car for some time. He turned on his phone to find messages or texts from lots of people. He called John and then Tosh to let them know he was alright. Tosh was still at his house. When he got there he told her to go home. She hadn’t been to her house for two days and, truth be told, Ianto wanted the space.

‘Whatever you want Ianto. I’ll see you in the morning at work. Take care of yourself and call me no matter what time.’ Ianto hugged her.

‘I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully once he comes round you’ll be able to visit and talk to him yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow. Come on Myfanwy, let’s go for a walk.’

He managed to get some sleep during the night. He got dressed, let Myfanwy out into the garden and tried to mentally prepare himself. He knew that he was basically about to out himself as Jack’s partner. There was no way to keep this secret anymore and Ianto didn’t really want to. He was the one who’d seen Jack off to war and he was the one who’d been given time off to visit. There’d already been a few whispers of resentment. He didn’t particularly want the students to know but they were aware of what had happened to Jack. Staff would want to know about him. John had asked if he wanted to say anything in briefing. Ianto had said that he would answer as best he could and then if people asked about him and Jack, be honest. He owed Jack that loyalty and Jack had the courage to face people, so he wanted to as well.

As he left he looked in the mirror, straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t really aware of his journey to work. When he got there he waited in the staffroom having got a drink of much needed coffee. People would ask and it didn’t matter if he had to keep repeating himself. This was about Jack, his Jack, the man he loved.








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chocolateniantochocolatenianto on May 19th, 2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
Another amazing chapter. Poor Ianto having to go through this again. I love how he talks to Jack, I also like Deadline. Hope you don't keep Ianto hanging on to long for Jack to come back to him, i don't know if he or I could bear it. I like a bit of angst but prefer happy Jack and Ianto.
iolo1234iolo1234 on May 19th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
No not long - but although there are some happy moments this is Torchwood and well I can't promise there won't be some angst. Thanks for reading.
chocolateniantochocolatenianto on May 19th, 2010 08:14 pm (UTC)
The angst is worth it to get to happier times.
chironsgirl on May 19th, 2010 09:29 pm (UTC)
I look forward to seeing these chapters.