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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 could understand what Jack was saying. It was probably one of the many things they could connect on, all things considered; Jack was from a future even Sulu hadn't seen, but there were obviously still some similarities between them. And, even with the fact that Jack was so far ahead of Sulu, they both had the common ground of being men from the future. It was actually a little reassuring to know that, despite the fact that the two of them could fight pretty badly on occasion (or... well, on all occasions), they still had a few common threads. Not too many, but enough.

"I don't really think they're impossible to live in," he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. "I mean, some of the cultural tics they have out here are a little strange to me, but. I'm not from too far in the future." He watched how Jack treated Ianto like this with a thoughtful look on his face, thinking about - well. How strange this probably was going to be for Ianto, and how strange it was for him, and how entirely unstrange it probably was going to be for Jack. Sulu wasn't entirely unused to this kind of lifestyle, though he'd never had to deal with it himself, but Jack - from what Ianto had said, and how Jack acted - didn't seem to even bat an eye. He probably should tell Jack about the date. Not now, though - not when they were all virus afflicted and Ianto was passed out.

...Speaking of viruses, "I figured you would have changed out of the uniform by now," Sulu said with a grin, "Are you just that enthralled with being a Starfleet officer?"

Jack chuckled softly. "The uniform is pretty dashing on me, don't you think?" he asked, with a grin to Sulu. A grin that lasted only for a few seconds, though. He was feeling a little stressed, what with Ianto not having woken up yet, and the whole uniform thing. "It won't come off," he said, with a sigh. "I tried to take it off, and it just won't. It's not even like it's tight or uncomfortable or anything, but. It looks like I'm going to be stuck in it for another while."

He laughed a little, not really moving his hand from Ianto's hair. "Never would've thought that I'd have a problem getting out of my clothes," he said, with a wink to Sulu. "I guess there are worse fates than being stuck in someone else's uniform for a few days, though," he said. "Though if I don't get my wriststrap back by the end of this, I'm hunting whoever the hell this uniform belongs to down until he gives it back."

That was probably the weirdest thing Sulu had ever heard of the community doing; sticking someone in somebody else's clothes? Really? He rolled his eyes at Jack's wink, though it was all in good humor and he did it with a smile still on his face. "It's a weird virus, that's for sure," he said, "But at least it wasn't something embarrassing - if there's even an outfit out there that you'd be embarrassed to be in."

Pausing, he added with a small frown, "You'll get your wriststrap back. It's highly unlikely that the community wouldn't return it to you; I mean, despite everything it puts us through, it usually tries to put things right at the end of it."

Jack laughed at the idea that there might not be an outfit he'd be embarrassed to be caught in. "I'm sure that there is one out there somewhere. I just... I can't think of any at the moment," he said with a grin. He had been one to stand tall, proud, and nude in front of a globally broadcast television show, far away and long ago on Satellite 5, after all.

Jack wondered if they shouldn't try shaking Ianto awake. That was one way to do it. Or maybe even slapping him awake (gently, that was). He just couldn't bring himself to do anything about it, though. He just kept his hand on the other man, crouching down in front of the couch so that he was kneeling next to where Ianto was lying and Sulu was sitting. "Sure, it puts things back in the end," Jack said bitterly, "but that doesn't change the fact that these things have happened in the first place. I mean. There've been some pretty horrible things that've happened during viruses. This is by far not anywhere close to being the worst." He did want his clothes back, though. And his wriststrap. He never knew how inconvenient it was not to have one until he didn't have it anymore.

Sulu had firsthand experience with some terrible viruses; he knew Jack was right, and that the things the community might do to you could be far worse than a gender-swap or a stubborn shirt. He'd been bitten by a zombie, for God's sake - he'd felt just what that was like, and sometimes he would relive it in his sleep. He'd seen his captain deal with the death and destruction of his entire crew and had been unable to reassure him that it was all fake.

He frowned and looked away, grabbing a lock of his now long hair in his free hand, the hand locked with Ianto's brushing against the man's hand before he thought better of it. Jack probably wouldn't be offended, but there was no way to distract the conversation away from it. "Yeah," he said slowly. "I know all about that. But," he said after a moment, looking back at Jack, "I didn't stay that way and in the end, I know it was a one time deal, that it was temporary. All of this is temporary." Hopefully he wasn't referring to this thing with Ianto, which seemed to be blooming under the community's "gentle" care.

"Hm," Jack said. Were he to be a little melancholy about it all, he could even make a case for everything being temporary, even Sulu himself, but. He wasn't going to go there. That was a little too serious a conversation topic, for the moment. He ran his hand through Ianto's hair again, and resisted the urge to sigh.

"Yeah. This isn't really too bad," he said again, repeating himself. "And the uniform is temporary. The handcuffs and this touching thing are temporary, too," he said. "Although I'm going to have to stick a lot closer to you two, I guess, if we don't want a certain archivist here turning into a permanent Sleeping Beauty. Temporary or not, I'd rather not accidentally send him into a coma just because I got a little careless. Or because you two decided to wander off and take your sweet time coming back." Jack wasn't angry at that, not really. He just was a little wary of the fact that Ianto'd been out for as long as he had.

Sulu frowned at that, looking at Jack. "I promise, after this? I'm not going to let him convince me that hanging back is a good idea." He looked over to Ianto, unable to keep his hand off of Ianto's now. "Should we try something to wake him up? I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing, him being out for so long."

Sure, it hadn't been entirely too long, but Sulu was concerned for the other, especially after having to help him as far as he had. He didn't know if the virus wanted one of them to wake Ianto up - probably Jack, he thought, since they were connected here - or if Ianto was just prone to being knocked out for long periods of time. "He's going to need water, too," Sulu said, suddenly remembering the fact that Ianto had thrown up before blacking out. ...He decided not to mention that right away.

Jack nodded at Sulu's promise. "Okay, good. Honestly, you'd think that after having had this happen, he wouldn't be too keen on the idea either, but then we both know Ianto. He'd probably push himself again, just because. Think he could make it where he'd faltered last time."

"I..." Jack paused, looking at Ianto. "I guess we should try something. I mean. He could even simply be asleep, at the moment." Although Jack knew that wasn't the case--Ianto definitely didn't look like this while he was sleeping, Jack'd watched him in his sleep enough times to know. "Got any suggestions, then?"

At the mention of the water, though, he raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Sulu. "Water?" he asked, curious. "Not that it's a bad idea, but. You guys weren't running any marathons or anything while you were up there, were you?"

Sulu was a little surprised that Jack was so easily insinuating that Sulu knew what Ianto was like. He supposed it made sense, really, since Ianto and him had been friends for months now, but it was still a little surprising.

He frowned at Jack's questions, feeling his face heat up and regretting that he couldn't school his face better with this set of hormones. "He was sick near the stairs to the car," he admitted, "I forgot about it until just now. And... we could try shaking him, maybe. That usually works. If we were on the ship, we could probably get him a hypo, but..." Obviously, they weren't there right now.

"He...?" Jack started to ask, repeating Sulu's statement as a question, but then, he probably already knew how that had gone down as well. He brought his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Damn it, Ianto..." he said, although it was more to himself than to Sulu or Ianto himself really. Ianto's always been careless with himself, and Jack couldn't help but feel that one day, that carelessness was going to have some really bad results. Maybe not this time, but--. No. He needed to stop thinking along those lines.

He brought his head up to look at Sulu, raising an eyebrow. "Shaking could work. We have his feet elevated, that should help too. Keep blood flowing to the brain, and all. You wanna do the honors, or should I?" he asked. He honestly didn't care. Sulu was just sitting next to him, and well, kind of attached to him. Maybe it made sense for the younger man to do the waking up, instead of him, out of convenience. He'd leave it up to Sulu, though, or at least ask what he had to say on the matter.

"Don't be mad at him," Sulu said immediately, almost blindly defending Ianto - who was at least partially to blame for the whole mess, after all. Sulu just didn't see things the way that he probably should, when it came to people he cared for. "I should have been paying closer attention, and it's not like you can help yourself when you get nauseous." Sulu wasn't even aware of Jack's train of thought - it seemed that the virus was sporadic, to him, and that none of this was really Ianto's fault. Except for the part where he failed to tell Sulu he was starting to feel the effects, that was.

He wondered if Ianto would feel better seeing Jack or Sulu himself. He had a feeling that he might not recognize Sulu immediately, not like this, and that if he saw Jack - well, he'd know that they'd made it back to him safely. "You should probably do it," he said finally, "I'm pretty sure your face is the one people like waking up to. Especially since it's more recognizable than mine," he laughed.

Jack wasn't mad at Ianto, not really. There wasn't really a point to being mad at him, after all. Ianto was just a secretive person, and nothing any of them could do, aside from Ianto himself, could stop that, or change that fact. He was going to have to give Ianto a rather hypocritical talk about self preservation later on though. Maybe after the virus, maybe in a week or two, but. Pushing himself that hard obviously didn't result quite the way Ianto would ave liked it to result, Jack was sure.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jack said. "Well, here goes nothing. It's worth a try, at least." Jack moved his hand to Ianto's shoulder, rocking him gently. "Ianto," he said, shooting a sideways glance to Sulu because alright, yes, this was a little personal. "Wake up." He rocked him a little harder. "C'mon, let me see those big, gorgeous blue eyes of yours," he said. No response. He put his other hand on Ianto's shoulder and rocked harder than he had before, and Ianto stirred. Results!

He opened his eyes and seemed to be a bit disoriented for a moment. He looked around--he was in the Hub, on the sofa. Oh right, passing out. And there was Jack. Alright. And...someone was touching his hand? He rolled his eyes to look. Oh right, Sulu. Girl Sulu. The virus. It was all coming back to him. "Oh, lovely," he groaned, closing his eyes again, this time out of embarrassment more than anything else.

Sulu understood very well that this wasn't necessarily something he should be watching, but it wasn't as though he could really turn his head or step aside for the timebeing, now, was it? As it was, he was too busy watching Ianto's face to notice Jack's glance, frowning with ill-concealed worry because, well. It was Ianto, and if Jack couldn't get him up, then Sulu probably couldn't, and if Sulu couldn't...

Ianto's eyes opened and Sulu let out a relieved sigh, not having realized that he had been holding his breath a bit. He smiled at Ianto as he looked to Sulu, giving his hand a quick squeeze as he groaned and closed his eyes. "Hey, there," he said, "You're awake." It might have been the obvious, but he wasn't about to lay anything too complex on Ianto at the moment.

Ianto wasn't exactly capable of processing anything too complex, so it was lucky that Sulu didn't try to use too many words on him at that moment. He was more than a little disoriented, seeing as the last thing he remembered was going down in the tunnels, and even that was a little hazy.

"I... I guess I am," he said, bringing his free hand to rub over his face, opening his eyes again. "I see that we made it to the Hub, then." He turned his head to look back at Jack. "Jack," he said, all of the relief and appreciation that Jack had probably showed up to save them evident in his tone.

Jack smiled and ran a hand through Ianto's hair again. He liked doing that, and he knew that it comforted the other man as well. "You gave us a bit of a scare there," Jack said. "Thought I was going to have to go get a pitcher of water to dump on you. Oh, speaking of. Think you can stand to be away from me long enough for me to get a glass. Sulu here says that you might need one."

Ianto made as much of a face as he could at Jack, from where he was lying down. "I'll manage, I'm sure," he said, and with that, Jack hurried off to the far corner of the Hub to Ianto's kitchenette to do just that--get Ianto a glass of water.

Sulu saw the relief on Ianto's face when he looked to Jack, and heard it in his tone, and he knew that it had been a very good idea to let Jack do the waking up. It was good to see Ianto looking reassured, especially after all the very unassured expressions that had passed through Ianto's face before he'd collapsed; and, even though Sulu felt a little bad that he probably wouldn't have elicited that kind of response from the other man, he knew why, and he wasn't about to cry about it.

As Jack moved to get Ianto a drink, Sulu leaned over and briefly put a hand to Ianto's cheek, before using two fingers to check his pulse below his jaw. "How are you feeling?" he asked, "Still nauseous? Dizzy at all?" He figured that, while Jack was off doing one useful thing, he could try and do something equally as useful. Smiling, he added, "You had me worried, there."

"I'm..." Ianto paused, taking a mental inventory of himself. He still felt a little light-headed, but he always felt a little woozy after having passed out like he had. He wasn't moving around, but he was pretty sure that if he would, he'd be alright with the nausea. It didn't escape him that Sulu was checking his pulse, and it made him wonder just how bad things had gotten, for him to be doing something like that.

"I'm alright," he said. And he was. He didn't feel much like getting up and running a marathon, but. He was better than he'd been a few minutes ago, at least. "I'm sorry that I worried you, though," he said, lowering his gaze, as much as he could while he was laying down. "I... I really tried to hang on for as long as I could, there. Obviously, it wasn't long enough, though."

Unless Ianto decided to ask, Sulu wasn't going to say anything about how worried Jack had seemed when he'd checked his pulse before; as far as Sulu was concerned, that wasn't something he needed to just list off to Ianto He didn't want the other to feel any worse about the situation than he already probably did.

"You shouldn't have tried to hang on," Sulu said after a moment, dropping his hand to Ianto's shoulder. He gave his shoulder a light squeeze to let him know that he wasn't really angry, but he was pretty well within his right to scold the other man a bit. "You should have said something the moment you started feeling sick. Don't let that happen again, okay?" he asked, chewing his lip a bit, "Jack and I are both here for you, and Jack's sort of the only one who can keep you from passing out again, so you need to keep at least him informed of how you're feeling."

Ianto knew that Sulu had every right to be scolding him, that's why he felt so horrible about it. He knew that he'd been silly to have kept things from Sulu, but. It was too late to take any of that back, now that it was done and over with. "Yeah, I know," Ianto said. "I'm sorry. It... It won't. I'll. I'll keep a better eye on these things."

"Besides, though," he continued. "I don't think either you or Jack is going to let it get that bad again, anyway. You'll know what sorts of signs to start looking for, if I don't recognize them first. It..." he paused, sighing. "It'd probably be a better idea if we stayed somewhere near Jack, though. Just in case. I know he's kind of insufferable, especially now that you're, well." He nodded at Sulu. "Female."

"I can handle Jack," Sulu said, his smile returning now that Ianto at least had some idea of how worried he'd been for the other man. He looked up to check on Jack's position in the Hub - to make sure he hadn't run off for some reason, leaving Ianto - and said, "I thought I'd pointed out by now the fact that he and Jim are far too alike for me to be too upset by him. Don't worry about it."

The fact was that Jack so far hadn't been too out of line yet; aside from the waking up part, and the more-than-occasional comments about Sulu's now shapely legs or his bosom of all things, Jack had actually been in pretty good shape. They hadn't really gone at each other's throats yet, either, which was a plus. Sulu grinned at Ianto, realizing that he'd been looking at Jack for a bit longer than was probably necessary. "Besides, he's only been pointing out the facts. I look good in a skirt when I've got womanly legs, I can't help it."

Ianto followed Sulu's gaze to look over at Jack, trying not to roll his eyes. He knew the other man was looking for where they kept the regular glasses that weren't mugs. He could see the frustration building, and then he saw Jack just reach for a mug for the water instead. Honestly, the man was hopeless. He turned back to Sulu, shooting him a little smile at the comment he'd made. "Well, they are very nice," he said, blushing, surprised at his own daring. He quickly changed the subject.

"It's good at least that you and Jack are capable of being around one another. You'll have to get on together for the next while, after all. Especially because I have to keep him around closer than we have been. Sleeping... Sleeping is going to be interesting," he said, with a blush. He'd have to arrange things so that he was touching Jack the whole night, so he could sleep properly, and he would still be handcuffed to Sulu too, so the three of them would...

Ianto moved to lay back down, having picked himself up a bit to look around, and groaned. "Oh, no..." he said, bemoaning a fact only known to him, as Jack started to make his way back over with the mug of water.

Sulu wasn't going to say anything about Jack's lack of awareness about where things were in the kitchenette - after all, it was Ianto's area, it seemed, and he seriously doubted anyone but Ianto knew it very well at all. He grinned at Ianto's compliment, his cheeks getting a little pink - it was slightly awkward to receive compliments about this particular body, being that it wasn't his usual form, but still. He'd just have to remember, with a little smugness, that it wasn't a compliment - it was the truth.

He blinked at Ianto as he groaned, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't imagine what was bothering the other, considering the fact that the whole situation was pretty convoluted. "Are you okay?" he asked, deciding that if Ianto wanted to tell him (or them, as Jack was returning), he would.

It was around when Sulu was asking if Ianto was alright that Jack came back with the mug of water. He knelt down, sitting back on his heels, wanting to know the answer to that as much as Sulu did. They weren't going to have to spend every single minute of the day touching, were they? Not that Jack minded, but he was pretty sure that that would get old for Ianto really fast. He held the mug of water in his hands, figuring that when Ianto was ready for it, he'd take it.

Ianto, for his part, just nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I... I'm alright," he said. "It's just that... I realized that we don't really have a bed in the Hub big enough for the three of us to fit in. Actually, I don't know that we have any extra mattresses or anything at all. We're... We're going to have to express order something for tonight, if we don't want to have any trouble with any of this."

Jack, who had been worried up until that point, laughed at Ianto. "I'm sure we can afford it," he teased, before he moved to help him sit up and handed him his mug of water.

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