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Log with Ianto & Jack: Man! I Feel Like a Woman!

There were three things Sulu always expected when he woke up: some kind of alarm, his regulation sized bed and his regulation sheets. In his line of work, those were the only safe assumptions; for all anyone knew, they could be waking up to their timer alarms or the red alert alarms, or they could wake up on the floor after an attack - but they would always wake up near it.

Being that he was not really a morning person, it took Sulu a groggy minute of groaning and half-hearted stretching to realize that his three safety blankets? They weren't there. Instead, his bed felt - bigger, really, and... manlier. Really manly. Which felt weirder than the softer sheets, the metal bracelet around his wrist and the fact that he had hair in his eyes.

...Hair in his eyes.

Oh, Jesus. He knew what that meant -

Sulu snapped to attention and sat up, only to realize that he was now straddling someone, he was a girl, and he was in his boxers. And that was it. Part of him realized he was on top of Ianto, but the rest of him then followed suit and noticed that his free hand was on Jack's chest, and this was way out of his comfort zone.

Being that he was terrible at this whole "suddenly a girl thing," Sulu could only do one thing in that moment: he shrieked and tried to fling himself off the bed, despite the fact that he was handcuffed to Ianto. "SHIT!"

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Sulu really hoped that this universe wasn't going to doom this particular Earth to the apocalypse before their date. (He didn't want to say anything, though, because that could jinx it.) "I'm glad that you're looking forward to it too. That's reassuring." He decided that he would simply have to force his schedule to work, because - well, because he would just worry and micromanage until they got this whole thing settled, and a date picked out.

God, he could only hope that he could find a way to arrange for an evening off, where he could come out to Cardiff and see Ianto and not have to worry about the work he'd left back aboard the Enterprise. He'd make it work, though. He had to.

"Don't worry. As soon as this virus is over, I'll find out how I can make it work, and I'll let you know as soon as I have an idea, and I'll make sure it works for both of us."

It was too bad they were handcuffed together. Sulu'd like to be able to hug Ianto, or maybe just. Well, it probably wasn't polite to try and kiss a guy before a date, much less in a woman's body.

Ianto smiled and nodded at Sulu's last sentence, and how the phrasing just made him seem so eager and excited for all of this. "Alright," Ianto said, continuing to smile at Sulu (at least he didn't seem to be blushing to hard at the moment). "I trust you. When you say things like that. I know that you're going to give it your all to figure out when we can do this. I'll... I'll do my best from this side of things, in return, then. Like...picking the right place. And. Making sure to do everything in my power to have the time off, from this side of things. I mean. I just have to talk to Jack and Gwen. I. I can't imagine it'll be that bad..." Not at the moment, he couldn't, at least. He was still on cloud 9.

"We'll...we'll find a time. It'll work out. We'll make it work out," Ianto said, not so much repeating after Sulu as he was reassuring himself. He blushed. Unbeknown to either of them, they were both thinking something around the same lines. Ianto would like to hug Sulu, or well, maybe even kiss him in that moment, but. There was something in the fact that Sulu was still a woman that made him stop, because well. Ianto wanted this to be done right, and if he had to wait for that, well then. He supposed that he'd just have to wait. As it were, he gently squeezed Sulu's hands in his own, smiling. "I...I guess we can finally do that pub thing that we've been discussing on and off for the past while, then, yeah?"

Sulu wondered how Jack and Gwen would respond to the fact that Ianto was going out with him, and that was why he needed time off. He realized suddenly that he should probably tell Jack before Ianto did, to make sure that Jack was all right with this. He didn't want to step on the other man's toes, or annoy him in any way. It would be counter-productive, especially if they went beyond one date.

And wasn't that a thought? He wondered if Ianto would put up with this sort of thing more than once. Another date, a handful of them, who knew how many of them? And if Ianto wanted that after he had to deal with one, then... then that would be good. Excellent, even. He found himself hoping for the second and third dates, which might've been jumping the gun a little, but he couldn't help himself.

Sulu's thought process was really going nowhere, so he shook his head with a smile and loosened his hold on Ianto's freed hand, though he didn't pull away. "Yeah, pretty much. I'll even use an umbrella if it rains this time, so we won't get turned away at any doors."

Ianto chuckled at that. "Yeah, good idea. Though if you forget one, it's not like you'll be outside for very long to get wet enough. Not if you jump to just outside my place, that is. I mean, if you wanted to walk from the Plass, well. Then an umbrella definitely might be a good idea. That is..." Ianto trailed off, blushing. "That is, if we plan to meet at mine. I mean, we could meet there, but then I'd have to give you the location, and..." And then the only time that they saw each other was in public, which would affect the way that they had to act around each other for the whole night, and Ianto didn't want to have those boundaries on them. He...he wanted to let what happened happen, without worrying about what other people thought about it, and the only way to ensure that was to have some time, well, in private.

Ianto's stomach lurched again. Damn this virus, he really didn't want to have to get up and go deal with Torchwood business like he knew he was going to have to should they go down and find Jack. He wanted to stay sitting there with Sulu, talking about their date of all things, fighting himself not to lean over and kiss the other right then, do something. He didn't want to break this moment, so he did everything he could to hide the fact that the virus needed them to find Jack pretty soon, not think about the fact that he'd just get worse, not using his logic like he normally would, because he was still on an emotional high from being asked out. He tried to keep his grip on Sulu's hands the same, his breathing steady, and hoped against all hopes that he wasn't paling in front of the other, because that was the only sign that something was up that he had very little control over. "We'll meet at mine, and I can drive. It'll..." he paused for a second, another wave passing over him, but he fought through it, "it'll give me an excuse not to get too smashed while we're out..."

Ianto's attempts to hide his nausea went over fairly well at first. Sulu was too busy trying to figure out what to do when it came to showing up at Ianto's place. He wanted that - to be able to see Ianto away from everything else first, so they weren't having an awkward public meeting. He realized suddenly that this was going to be a little awkward at first, despite the fact that... that they'd practically been on dates before. Never official, and always as friends, but the situation was always roughly the same. They'd talk about whatever came up, they'd joke and they'd just enjoy each other's company. Which was what they were going to do this time, too - only this time, there wouldn't be any doubt about what they were doing.

Ianto's pause made Sulu look at him much more clearly than he had when he had been thinking. He frowned, giving his hands a squeeze. "Hey, are you... the virus is acting up, isn't it?" He wished that it wouldn't, but it didn't seem like they had much of a say in the matter.

Ianto's forehead creased in disappointment for the fact that Sulu had noticed he was starting to lag, and in the fact that he was lagging in the first place. His eyes saddened, dropping down before turning them to look back up at Sulu. "If...if I told you that I was fine, you wouldn't believe me anyway, now would you?" he asked, with such a look of defeat across his face.

Ianto was perfectly prepared to keep on pretending for as long as he could, but the fact that Sulu had noticed kind of defeated that point, and as another wave of general sickness swept over him, stronger than before, he shut his eyes and breathed deep, sighing. "Yeah," he said, "it's the virus. I... I wish it weren't. God, I wish it weren't, but. We're...we're probably going to have to go track Jack down." He'd already pushed it further than he should have, should have gone to try and find Jack as soon as the feeling had started, but. He couldn't regret that at all. Not when even though his stomach was starting to twist itself into one big, horrible cramp, he still felt like smiling.

Sulu sighed and nodded. He tilted his head to rest it against Ianto's shoulder briefly before moving away, still holding his hands. "You're right, I wouldn't. But - it's okay. We'll go find Jack." He smiled as encouragingly as he could, considering their moment was passing at warp speed and there was nothing he could do to salvage it at this point. They would get it back, though. Sulu would do what he could to get this back.

"I bet he's probably gotten in to trouble, anyway. And... I'm sure there'll be other chances for us to talk during this." After all, Jack seemed prone to disappearing on them. They'd be able to sit back and discuss this date idea more thoroughly, he was sure of it.

"He probably has," Ianto said, trying to keep up with the conversation. "I mean, knowing Jack, he might be...stashing the uniform somewhere to see if he can somehow keep it for later use, or something like that. Put it into a special container used only for the dangerous archives, or. Y'know."

"But, yeah. I'm... I'm sure we'll get some more time. I mean. The... The day isn't close to being over yet, or. Or anything." Ianto tried to convince himself that there would be another chance for them to talk. For all he knew, they could even send Jack away, or volunteer themselves to check on things in the archives, or the cells or. Unfortunately, the disappointment of the moment ending and the fact that he was progressively feeling worse and worse was doing nothing to aid his optimism.

"I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I. If I could. If I could hold on for longer I would, I really would. But." He swallowed, leaning forward involuntarily, his stomach starting to roll as well as just cramp up. "I. I'm really not feeling so great anymore. We. We better find Jack now. I. I really don't want to make things any worse by vomiting on you..."

Sulu put his free hand on Ianto's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Don't worry. I don't want you vomiting on me either," he joked sympathetically. "It's okay. Don't apologize for something you can't control."

As lightly as he was treating it, Sulu was honestly pained to see Ianto feeling so sick. He wished he could do something for him, to make it less painful, but he wasn't the one who was supposed to be connected to Ianto; that was Jack. It was disheartening, sure, but right now, all he wanted was to help Ianto find the other man, and keep him close until Ianto felt one-hundred percent again. Sulu put all thoughts of the viruses as allegories and instead just nudged Ianto towards the door of the car. "Let's go find Jack. I'll be right here for you to lean on, if you need it, all right?"

"Right," Ianto said, letting go of Sulu's with his free hand to help himself shift along the car seat towards the open door, pulling Sulu's hand out with him, and hoping that Sulu would follow along with it. Standing up, he stood aside to allow Sulu to climb out after him, leaning against the car, closing his eyes as he was hit with a large wave of vertigo from standing up too quickly. After taking a moment, breathing deeply, he felt the world straighten itself out and he opened his eyes to look down at Sulu.

"D'you really think you can support me?" he asked, smiling sheepishly down at Sulu. If they took too much time, there was a distinct possibility that Sulu might end up carrying him, after all. "I mean. There's a real chance that I might have to take you up on that offer, and well. I'm suddenly a lot bigger than you. And. I trust that the normal you could drag me along with no problem, but. If I pass out on you... We might be stuck there." While it was an amusing image, it probably wouldn't be so amusing in that moment. Especially since there was no way of calling Jack, and Sulu would really be stuck dragging Ianto the rest of the way, if he even could in this form.

"N-not that I plan on doing that, of course!" Ianto said quickly. "S' just that... It could happen." He thought about it some more, before the stomach roll and another small wave of vertigo hit him, and he was suddenly very afraid of that possibility. "Y'know, maybe. Maybe we should really get a move on," he said, paling.

Sulu eased himself out of the car, following Ianto as he moved, and went so far as to close the door once they were settled. It hurt him a little to see Ianto so disoriented and sick, especially since there wasn't anything he could do to help him. The question, too, put him for a loop, because he hadn't thought about the physical difference between his usual body and his new, female one. Could he support Ianto?

He wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. He nodded as reassuringly as he could. "Yeah, I think I can. I'd rather try. But - let's try to find Jack before we have to resort to me holding you up. Come on." He held Ianto's hand and gently pulled him, just so he knew that Sulu was ready to help him anywhere.

"Yeah, alright," Ianto said, gripping Sulu's hand and allowing himself to be tugged along behind the other, not really being too present or having the desire to argue otherwise. He wanted their moment to continue, to happen again, and therefore he had to keep himself upright and conscious in order to ensure the possibility, at least.

He tried to keep his mood up as he passed through various states of being fine, feeling horribly ill, and being somewhere in the middle as he followed along behind the other. He felt bad, he felt so bad for being this burdensome on the other, so he was still trying to pretend he felt better than he did. So far, so good, but yeah. They should really find Jack. "Do you remember the way back down to the Hub from last time, then?" he asked, really wondering. Sulu'd only been there that one time, and may not have been paying attention to how they traveled. Ianto might have to step up and help navigate, if he couldn't remember, after all.

Sulu kept pressed as close to Ianto as he could, without making either of them uncomfortable or make him unsteady. He wasn't sure where the Hub was, exactly, from the garage, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make Ianto tell him. After all, Ianto seemed out of it enough... But if he had something to concentrate on, maybe he'd be able to stay focused on that, instead of his vertigo.

"I'm not sure. I know we go down the stairs, but..." He glanced up at Ianto, frowning in worry. "I'm not sure after that. Try to keep yourself focused on where we're going, so I don't get lost. All right?"

Ianto was feeling horrible enough to not notice the fact that Sulu was trying to get him to focus on navigating the Hub, rather than his steadily declining health. "Right," he said, tagging along behind Sulu until they came to the door at the top of the stairs, when he stepped forward to key the door open. Since it was one of the only entrances to the Hub, one being their cover-up and the other being nearly impossible to trace, this one not only had the code to get into the garage, but the fingerprint scan to unlock the door to the passageway. Ianto let go of Sulu's hand long enough to do the scan, since it was the hand required for the scanning. The door clicked unlocked, and Ianto dropped his arm down, opening it for the two of them.

He stepped forward, fully intending to continue as if nothing was out of the ordinary, when another wave of vertigo hit him and he swayed on his feet at the top of the stairs. Shit, he thought, and automatically reached out to fumble for Sulu's hand, feeling a lot more comfortable with the situation after he'd grabbed a hold on it. Thank god the stairwell had railings, otherwise Ianto'd be completely mortified with the prospect of having to make it down them. He shut his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself. "Why does the bloody Hub have to be so hard to get to?" he asked aloud, trying to cover the fact that he definitely didn't really have his sea legs on him anymore.

Sulu knew from the moment Ianto stepped through the door that this was going to end badly. When Ianto reeled at the top of the stairs, Sulu immediately reached for the hand already groping for his, grabbing hold and then adding the force from his other hand to keep Ianto upright. Stepping close, Sulu braced Ianto with his free hand to his chest, his cuffed hand holding on to Ianto's hand as though he were afraid the other would evaporate if he let go for a moment.

"Shit," Sulu gasped, out of breath with worry, his overactive mind already imagining the terrible fall they could have had down the stairs, and how Ianto could have been hurt, how they didn't have any way to get a hold of anyone -

"Damn it, Ianto, you should have told me you were feeling this bad!" Sulu didn't mean to snap, but his panic made him raise his voice at the other, "We could have gone to find Jack sooner!"

Ianto understood that Sulu was yelling at him because he was afraid for him, but it still hurt that he'd snapped at him like that. Enough so that Ianto, frustrated with himself, sicker by the minute, and equally as afraid for their situation, snapped back. "I didn't want to find Jack sooner! I thought I could handle it--I hadn't tested the boundaries of this virus the last time it happened, I didn't know that it would start to get this bad. I knew that we'd have to start moving if I told you about this, that's why I kept it to myself! Because I wanted to spend more time with you!"

Ianto swayed again, this time more violently, as his emotions were getting to him as well as the sickness. Maybe all of that yelling wasn't such a good idea after all, he thought, ill enough not to realize that Sulu's hand, cool against his almost feverish skin, felt pretty wonderful. Feeling himself tip forward towards the stairs a little more with every rocking of the boat, he moved to grip Sulu's hand harder, his other hand flailing out to find the railing on the other side, grateful that they were standing close enough to it for him to grab onto something solid that wouldn't come tumbling down the stairs with him if he needed to put his full weight into hanging on.

He took a deep breath, letting it out shakily because damn it, yes, he wasn't doing much better than Sulu in the panicking department, and all of this swaying and vertigo made him want to throw up right then and there, Sulu calling him out on what he already was angry at himself for wasn't helping anything. "Look, I'm sorry, alright! I really am. I... I didn't mean for it to get this bad. But any more yelling at me should really be done after we tackle these stairs, because I don't know how much longer I can stand at the top of them without falling and taking you with me."

Sulu found himself always regretting snapping at Ianto, because he always felt miserable for doing it. Immediately adopting a more soothing, though no less worried tone, he said, "I know - I know. I just don't want to be the reason you're sick. You're burning up." He did his best to hold Ianto up, thankful in that moment for the railing that was helping him support Ianto's heavier frame. "I'm sorry. I'm not going to yell at you any more. Let's just get you down..."

He eyed the stairs warily, trying to remember how he'd gotten down a similar flight when he was blind drunk back in the Academy, but he wasn't sure if that was going to do much good here. "Just hold tight to the railing, we'll take each step at a time. I'm right here and I'm not going to let you fall without a fight."

"You're not the reason that I'm sick," Ianto said, petulantly because really was burning up, he could tell that much. "I'm the reason that I'm sick. Or well. It's the community's fault, if you get right down to it. But..." He stared down the steps, normally quite manageable but in his current state rather daunting. "Yeah. It's alright. I... It'll be fine. I'm not going to let go of this railing anytime soon, and you're there, and it'll be fine. See?" As if to prove his point, Ianto started down the stairs. Or rather, he stepped down one step with one foot, and then managed the other. "Look. It's... It'll be fine. C'mon." And he started down another, then another.

He was not going to let Sulu know that the reason that he wanted to get down the stairs had as much to do with the rolling of his stomach as it did with the spinning of his head, now. He was pretty sure that if he had to go back and clean up after himself, he'd rather have one spot to have to clean, rather than several stairs. Because he was starting to get that tell-tale feeling in the back of his throat that meant nothing good would come of this, and he swallowed hard against it, hoping he didn't look as green as he felt.

And he didn't, probably. He was burning up, he could tell that, he probably looked bright red. Unless... Ianto sent a prayer up to any gods that were listening that he wasn't splotchy like he used to get when he was sick as a child. Having no shirt, there would be no way to hide the fact, and any more embarrassment and he might think harder about throwing himself down the stairs right then and there. Not actually seriously, because that would involve taking Sulu with him, but really. He swallowed again. Blotchy was just not on.

Sulu held tight to Ianto, keeping a hand on his chest as firmly as possible as they made their way slowly down the steps. "It's the community, but I'm the reason you waited this long. But we're going to be fine." And it was true, hopefully. Though he was definitely wary of how Ianto looked, he refused to say anything about it. He would simply pretend Ianto was fine, that they were both fine, that they'd make it to Jack before Ianto passed out or, worse yet, puked and stayed conscious enough to know he did it.

"Moving walkways," he said suddenly, "In the future, you're going to get moving walkways." It was a passing fad of the 22nd century, really, because the exercise you got from walking far outweighed the necessity of sidewalks that did the job for you, but Ianto could probably use one of those right now in the Hub.

About halfway down the stairs by that point, Sulu started mentioning moving walkways and Ianto picked up the speed down the stairs. Ianto had always been one of the types to walk as normally as he usually did on a moving walkway, enjoying the feeling of moving exactly as he would on the ground but getting there faster on the walkway. He normally loved that slightly uneasy feeling where your mind was telling you your body didn't usually move that fast when doing something as simple as walking. Now, however. Upon the mention of moving walkways, it inevitably triggered his vertigo more than before, which due to the nausea was really not anything good.

He realized he should say something in response. That's what he normally did, respond to things, and he wanted to keep pretending that he was alright, that everything was fine, that he didn't feel as horrible as he felt in that moment. He also realized that if he opened his mouth and started talking and wasn't able to swallow at regular intervals, he wasn't going to make his goal of getting down the stairs before what was now practically inevitable was going to happen. So instead he said, "Hm." And swallowed. "Must be nice." And promptly kept his mouth shut.

Sulu was noticing the fact that Ianto was not really feeling the mention of moving walkways, and so he winced, going quiet except for a murmured, "yeah," and a glance at Ianto's face in between steps. He slid his hand up a bit, keeping it well away from Ianto's stomach - after all, pressure there would be incredibly disastrous for the both of them. "When we get to the bottom of the stairs, we'll sit down." His tone clearly indicated that he knew what Ianto was going to need to do. For a moment, he wished that Jack hadn't left them, but then he realized that he and Ianto wouldn't be set for a date if he hadn't. Hopefully, throwing up wasn't going to make Ianto regret that whole conversation.

Ianto, a little disappointed that he'd been found out and Sulu'd figured out the inevitable, but also relieved because it was hard enough to keep his stomach at bay, keeping up appearances was becoming next to impossible at this rate, could only nod in response. He clutched at the railing, his knuckles white with the effort of moving and keeping himself upright and holding out to the bottom of the stairs, making the last few steps the most torturous of all.

When they finally made it to the bottom, Ianto had every intention of doing this in the most dignified manner as he could, before taking a breather and then starting the trek up again. His body, though, had other plans. Letting go of Sulu's hand and bending over to take a seat on the steps, his stomach made a lurch that he just couldn't keep down, and it was all he could do to turn away from Sulu and towards the wall, leaning over before his stomach tried to expel everything that it possibly could in as quick a manner as was possible. Lord, he was never going to live this one down, he thought miserably. He put a hand to the wall to hold himself up, really not wanting to lean or go anywhere near Sulu when his stomach was rebelling this bad.

After a long and very humiliating few moments of being very sick, his stomach, having finally run out of things to get rid of, settled a little. Ianto stood up slightly, moving to put his head against the wall, and groaned. "I... I am so, so sorry," he said, miserably.

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Sulu knew pretty much from the moment Ianto let his hand go that everything was going rapidly downhill from here. He took as much of a step back as he could when Ianto started retching because, well. As manly as he was, he wasn't wearing shoes. Still, he kept as behind Ianto as he could with their hands cuffed together, crouching down and using his free hand to rub at Ianto's back. There really was nothing else to do in the situation, especially just there in the hall.

When Ianto seemed to have emptied his stomach and was moving to stand, Sulu rose with him, keeping a hand on his back. He knew how godawful it could be, throwing up in front of someone - much less somewhere that wasn't a toilet or a sink or something - so he accepted the apology silently. "Don't worry about it," he said, "Just take a minute to breathe. We'll keep going when you're ready."

Ianto did as he was told, concentrating on the hand on his back and not on the fact that he had just thrown up in front of the person who had asked him on a date, and he was probably the least attractive he would ever be in this moment, and how could Sulu want to date him after he'd seen him like this? He stood there and breathed, not too deeply and not too shallowly either, as he waited for his stomach to settle a little more, not sure if it really would, considering it was the fact that he wasn't touching Jack that was making him feel this bad, and not anything to do with his actual physical condition. Ianto was used to dealing with situations that might otherwise cause weaker-stomached people to throw up, so he knew all the tricks in the book to quell the urge to start the retching all over again, and he used them all in that moment.

It was probably a minute or two after he'd stood up that he raised himself from against the wall. The vertigo had done nothing to get better, and in fact may have gotten a little worse, he was pretty sure he was starting to see stars on the edges of his vision, but at least his stomach was behaving itself again. "Alright. I'm... I'm not sure that I'm exactly ready, but I really don't want to be here anymore..." He didn't want to have to say he wasn't sure how much longer he had until he passed out, but it could be any moment then, and he'd really prefer to be much closer to where Jack was than here, at the bottom of the stairs to the car park. He didn't want to have to say that, but he was pretty sure the look he was giving Sulu in that moment said enough.

"If... If you want me to be any help to you, we need to get moving and fast. And... Preferably not stop," he sighed. "I. The way to get to the Hub is pretty much just following the tunnels, but in section 5, the one with the table in the hallway, you take a left and follow that through until you're in the main Hub itself. I. I hope that it doesn't come to this, but. If for some reason I..." he trailed off. "There are intercoms as we get closer to the Hub. My personal code is 220589. It should patch through to the main intercom in the Hub and well. If. If Jack's got any sense whatsoever, he'll be ready to come and find us..."

Sulu kept a firm hand on Ianto, realizing just how bad the other's vertigo was as he saw how he stood, how he spoke. While Ianto was worried about why Sulu would want to still go out with him after this, all Sulu was worried about was making sure Ianto was safe and secure. He knew they had to get to Jack, and that just a touch from Jack would help him - and that's all that mattered.

"It's okay. It's fine." He pushed Ianto into action, moving with him as quickly as they could go, with Ianto feeling like he did. "Section 5, table, left. I can remember that. 220589. Got it." He repeated every important bit as Ianto said it, putting it into his memory like he did with so many other things. It wasn't hard for him, thankfully; his memory was good and his determination was too strong to let him forget anything Ianto said. "Give me some warning, lean against the wall, anything. I'll be able to carry you."

Though, honestly, he wasn't sure if he could - he'd never done physical labor in this body before, and he knew that he wasn't built to be as strong like this as he was in his normal body. But he'd try. And if he didn't make it - well. He'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

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