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CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
LOCATION: Their room
WARNINGS: As always, Jack is probably his own warning
SUMMARY: Ianto's almost recovered, and Jack has some things to catch him up on
NOTES: Backdated to last week

Blessedly, Ianto no longer feels like writing his own eulogy in a melodramatic act born of the petulance of the ill. His eyes still feel half crusted shut, his throat is still stubbornly sore, and he's in need of a very long shower, but his headache eventually fled with the fever and he managed to avoid being rushed off to medical at any point by his very own mother hen. Ianto had insisted it would pass without antiviral treatment or antibiotics, and thankfully he'd been right. This time.

Despite his quarantine, he'd managed to sneak out at one point and make his way to the kitchens, successfully borrowing some booze from Marty. He'd been unable to make it all the way to his secret stash, but Marty was a pal. He'd have to make it up to him, and half the bottle of whiskey was still hidden under the bed where Jack (probably) wouldn't find it.

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Jack has been lying on the bed next to Ianto, propped against the headboard, reading on his comms device when he feels Ianto shift beside him. Sensing that the other man is awake and not just moving, he moves to put his comms device aside and turn to watch him rouse himself. "Hey," he says, and true to form he reaches a hand out to feel Ianto's forehead, checking his temperature and brushing his hand through his hair gently in the process. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

Okay, so Jack has perhaps been a little over-concerned, overprotective, and overcautious in the past few days. He doesn't remember what it's like to be sick, and with all of the horrible things that have happened on this ship, he doesn't want to take any chances. If he misses even the littlest hint that what's going on here is something more than just the cold that Ianto's insisting it is... He'd never forgive himself.

Ianto smiles reassuringly.

"Better. I don't have a headache anymore. Throat still hurts, but not like it did. Have you been feeding Myfanwy?" It's his first concern beyond his own illness and the strange memories that have been plaguing everyone on the ship. Ianto has considered that the stress of the previous month contributed to his falling sick. For all that Torchwood had tossed out some ringers, having someone inside his head and being inside others had probably beaten all of them in terms of sheer discomfort. The current memories are really only better because they belong to the long dead former crew, and their result is a clearer picture of what's been happening on this ship.

Jack nods, chuckling slightly and moves to fit himself closer to Ianto. There's no worry about him getting sick, no need to stay away, even if Ianto were still contagious, and so as long as Ianto has no problem with it, he'll take this opportunity to an arm around the other man and pull him close. "As per your meticulous instructions, yes, I have. She likes you better, though. She was pretty upset that it was me showing up with her regular meals, rather than her favorite person."

He runs his hand through Ianto's hair again. He knows he's being a little more physical than sometimes. He's been worried. He's not used to having to sit back and do nothing other than fetch water and medicine and stay quiet and wait. Jack isn't known for his patience.

"If you spent more time with her, she'd like you better. Not my fault you neglect her," he says with too much fondness to be serious. Maybe Myfanwy's just picky. Shifting to get comfortable in Jack's embrace, Ianto sighs.

"Figures, though. We decide to go on a date and I get sick. No one else gets sick, just me. And does it exempt me from the disturbing visions? Of course not." It had sent him well off-kilter, the first time. He'd thought it was only him who'd experienced it, that it had something to do with his illness. Only when Jack had explained that everyone saw the same thing had Ianto managed to find a measure of calm.

"I don't neglect her," Jack protests, "she doesn't like me." Then again, Myfanwy has her reasons. Ianto's the one that takes care of her, trained her to behave inside. Jack's the one that trained her to attack with the 'special sauce', and then sent her into the fray. No, especially after the incident with the cyberman, Myfanwy really doesn't take too kindly to Jack without Ianto around as well.

Jack's just going to keep running his hand through Ianto's hair. "We'll still get that date, Ianto. Just you wait. This just gives us a little more time for planning it." He turns his face towards Ianto, smiling at him as he does. "We could start now. Planning. What d'you say? Got anything in mind?"