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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 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.

Edited 2010-08-12 21:05 (UTC)

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.

Ianto jolted a little, stumbling for a second as Sulu burst into action. He knew that the other was just concerned for him, knew that he was taking his direction and getting them moving quickly, and he trusted Sulu to do what had to be done to get him as far down along the tunnels towards the Hub as the other could force him to go. He reached out a hand, catching himself against the wall, not stopping, but just adding the extra support, as he listened to Sulu rattle off everything he'd said exactly as he'd said it, impressed by it all, really.

He wanted to ask if Sulu was really sure if he could carry him like this. He wanted to know beyond a doubt that he could. But he knew that Sulu really didn't have any sort of idea what this body was capable of, and although he wanted to ask, he wisely kept his mouth shut. As they passed through the end of the first set of tunnels, though, knowing they had seven left to go, Ianto started to panic a little bit. He knew he didn't have any reason to, and he knew that if he passed out all they had to do was find Jack and things would be back to normal, but his field of vision was narrowing by the minute, and the blood was starting to rush in his ears, and damned if he wasn't scared that him passing out on Sulu would be too much for the man--not exactly a man at that moment, his what, his friend? his...future date? what did you even call that sort of a person?--the other to deal with.

"I..." he said finally, needing to fill the silence with something other than his breathing. "I know that you don't have that much of a choice in being here, but. Thank you, anyway. I mean... There's a pretty good chance I'm going to pass out on you, before much longer. It. It really doesn't look good. I'll try to push myself as far as I can, but. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate today, and am well aware that I am going to owe you a lot, when all of this is over..."

Sulu smiled tightly at Ianto, nodding once. "It'll be fine. You don't owe me anything. Honestly, if the community had to give me a virus, I'm just glad it was with you and not with someone else. I'll drag your unconscious ass as far as I need to," he added with a slightly uneasy laugh, "So don't worry about it."

He calculated in his head the sort of upper body strength he might have like this, reminding himself that Uhura was, while taller and more used to being a woman than him, around his size, and she could haul a stunned ensign two kilometers in a skirt and go-go boots if she needed to. He knew how to place the weight of an unconscious body, knew where to put his hands - well, at least theoretically he did, but right now one hand was sort of useless - and even if he couldn't get him entirely too far, Sulu was certain he could get Ianto at least to the point where he could safely call for Jack. Who was an idiot and should have already been looking for them by this point. Sulu was really tempted to give that man a piece of his goddamned mind, despite the fact that his absence had been a pretty good thing until now.

Ianto didn't know how to interpret Sulu's statement. 'Not with someone else'. Did that mean 'not with anyone else', or... Was he thinking too far into this. He swallowed, starting to feel really, really very lightheaded. He couldn't be sure of it, but he was pretty sure that he was slowing down as well, not really having a very good control of where he put his feet anymore, his hand on the wall possibly being his only grounding in this situation.

"I... I'll try not to worry about it," he continued, because he was trying to reassure Sulu here, trying not to freak him out too much, not that he really thought that passing out would freak the other, but who knew. "That's what I do, though. I worry. I'm a worrier. It's in the job description. Or, well. It should be. Under picking up empty takeout containers, and...knowing how to dodge an angry pterodactyl..." Ianto trailed off, and just like that, his vision was all but gone. He was pretty sure that he could still hear Sulu, but he was losing his grip on basically everything else, including motor function and well, the wall. Shit, Ianto thought. Despite whatever Sulu said, he really was going to have to try and make up for this later.

Sulu slowed his own pace with Ianto's stumbling steps, holding on to him and trying to keep him upright. Ianto's rambling about his job had slightly the opposite effect on Sulu than Ianto probably thought it would have, making him worry and check their position in the hallway. He really didn't want either of them slamming into a wall or into the floor, and Ianto was clearly losing it.

"Don't forget being generally amazing," he added as Ianto trailed off, knowing full well that the other probably wouldn't catch it. Luckily, Sulu was able to grab Ianto under the arm when he lost his grip on the wall, which had clearly been Sulu's friend when it came to keeping the man upright. Man, he thought wryly, a little blindsided by the whole situation all at once, He's really heavy.

Ianto was vaguely aware of the fact that he hadn't slammed face-first into the floor like he was sure that he was going to do when he lost his hold on the wall (because really, that's how he usually ended up landing, on his head or on his face or somewhere in the vicinity of all of that area). He wanted to laugh at the 'amazing' comment, because he was pretty sure that he was far from amazing at that moment. He was far from a lot of things. Like consciousness. And Jack, who was going to make it better with just a touch of his hand, which really wasn't fair, Ianto thought.

"Sulu..." Ianto started. He wanted to tell Sulu that he shouldn't worry, that it'd be okay really, if Sulu could just get him down the Hub or really just if he got to the comm panel that was just down the hall, so he could call Jack and so Jack could come to rescue them. He didn't quite get there, though, only really managing to get out the beginning of Jack's name before passing out on Sulu completely, leaving whatever small portion of his body weight that he'd still been holding up himself now as a dead weight in Sulu's arms.

Sulu staggered with the sudden addition of weight, knees locking as he shifted to hold the other up. Okay, so. Maybe he couldn't do this. Not for long, at least - it would take far too much time to get Ianto all the way to the Hub himself, and he honestly wasn't sure how much time you had with these kinds of viruses.

He wondered suddenly if viruses could actually kill you. He'd never heard of it happening, not once, and it seemed silly to think that the community would kill the people it loved to mess with most. But still... Ianto's constant worrying about the potential of death in his line of work did nothing to ease Sulu's growing worry.

It was hard to take even a step with Ianto slumped against him like he was, so Sulu paused after one tiny move forward to readjust Ianto and try to balance him better. "Okay," he said to himself; it was hard not to talk, when it had been so helpful just moments before. He braced himself and started forward, managing to hold Ianto up fairly well for the distance between them and the end of the hall. He imagined he could have dragged Ianto, as he felt his shoulder strain under the other's weight, but that seemed like a terrible idea and he refused to humor it.

Reaching the end of the hall, he took note of the intercom panel on the wall. He'd memorized Ianto's code, so that wouldn't be a problem, thankfully. He took a moment to set Ianto down, only needing one hand and not wanting to strain his shoulder too badly. Besides, it would probably be better for Ianto to be sitting for this. Patching himself through to the Hub itself, Sulu was quick to pretty much rattle out the situation to anyone who might be listening on the other end.

Jack, though he had started to feel the strain of the virus on his body, was doing a lot better of a job at managing it, possibly because of the whole fixed point in space and time thing. He should have started to wonder what sort of a state Ianto might be in, if he was starting to feel a little queasy around the edges, but the fact of the matter was that he was too preoccupied in trying to change out of a uniform that just wouldn't come off, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't that it didn't fit right--it was actually a pretty decent match for him, and while not loose, was definitely comfortable and not the sort of snug that he would think would have him stuck in clothes like this. It was getting ridiculous, and it was actually starting to piss him off, when Sulu's voice patched into the main comm systems.

Jack didn't really listen to what Sulu had to say as he set off at a brisk pace (not really feeling up to a jog anymore) down across the Hub and towards the tunnels where he knew Ianto and Sulu were stuck somewhere along the route of. Surely enough, probably not even two minutes since Sulu had put in the initial call for help, Jack spotted them down along the corridor. Hurrying to Ianto's side, Jack immediately crouched down beside Ianto, laying a hand on his neck and feeling for a pulse, which was definitely slow even for someone that was unconscious, but still there.

"What, you two didn't think to hurry it up to get down here?" Jack asked, maybe harsher than he should have but he was a bit worried that maybe, just maybe Ianto's pulse might have been worse before he'd touched the man and reactivated their virus-induced energy boost. "What happened anyway?" Yeah, he. Well, he really hadn't paid too much attention to the intercom past the fact that they were in trouble.

Sulu was crouching by Ianto's side by the time Jack showed up, he himself having been keeping an eye on his vitals as best he could with his training. When Jack came over to them, he didn't bother to move aside; Jack could have his own side of Ianto, after all.

He gave Jack a flat look, "It's not like I knew how bad off he was without him saying anything, and he sure as hell didn't clue me in. And what do you think happened? He got sick and passed out." Okay, maybe Sulu shouldn't have used that tone - he really shouldn't have, actually, because that always just got him in trouble with Jack, but. Jack was not his commanding officer (no matter what uniform he was wearing), and Sulu was rightly worried for Ianto's safety. A little harshness should have been expected from him. "I couldn't exactly drag him all the way back."

Jack crouched there, his hand just resting on Ianto's neck, and automatically felt better. So maybe his tone had been a little effected by the way that he had felt before, too. Jack looked, really looked at Sulu, in this girl form that he was in right now, thought about what it must have been like for him to be stranded alone with Ianto passed out on him, and let's face it, Jack knew that Ianto was a fully grown man and actually pretty heavy for himself to handle, let alone Sulu in this girl form of his. He tried to think back and remember what tone of voice Sulu had had when he was calling over the intercom, and alright yes, it had sounded stressed too. So Jack made himself take a breath, and calm down.

"Right. I... I'm sorry. I know how he can get with these things." He looked down to Ianto. He, well, he looked alright. He didn't seem to be waking up, though. "Okay, so. He might need some time to, y'know...charge and come to, or whatever. And unless you want to hang out in this tunnel anymore, I vote that we get him back to the main section of the Hub, so..." He looked across at Sulu, sizing him up, this time looking to see how much weight he really thought that Sulu could carry. In the end he decided...that it wouldn't be much. He was going to have to make this a fireman's carry.

"Okay. Help me get him up? I'll take of the carrying, but that's the easy part. It's the actual picking him up that's going to take some effort, especially with the two of you still tied together at the wrist, and all."

Jack's apology nearly fell on deaf ears, until Sulu took a moment to remember what was going on here, exactly. He'd just asked out Ianto, who was now passed out, who needed his boss-slash-lover to touch him in order to help him. He was sort of on the outskirts of the entire problem; the most that he'd had to worry about, other than Ianto's well-being, was dragging the man to the end of the hall.

So, instead of remaining pissy, like he almost wanted to do, he just nodded. "Don't apologize, it's fine. And - let's just get him out of these stupid tunnels. You really need to invest in some kind of trolley system, you know that?"

As much as Sulu hated to think that he wasn't really much help here, what with his frame not being built for hauling fully grown Welshmen long distances, he couldn't blame Jack for wanting to do most of the work. His shoulder was still aching, anyway - he really wouldn't be much help. The least he could do was help Jack heave the other upright. "Sure, yeah. Let's get him up."

Okay, well. There really was no smooth way to be doing this. They were just going to have to manhandle Ianto's unconscious body into a standing position so that Jack could do this right. He'd had a lot of practice with this carry, over the years. He'd learned it in the war--the first war he'd ever got caught up in, thousands of years in the future. And he'd used the very same technique with soldiers in WWI, when he'd fought in that, and then WWII as well. Torchwood had sent him in to fight for his country, a man that couldn't die being excellent to have on the front lines of battle, and it had gotten to be so that Jack could do this carry in his sleep, if he wanted. And really, he could do it by himself, but. Why try, when there was help?

It was going to be a problem to haul him up from the way Sulu had propped him against the wall, so Jack dragged him away from it to get enough room, laying Ianto out on the floor before turning him over onto his front. From there, he directed Sulu in what ways he could help aid the process along, still keeping most of Ianto's weight himself (because he wasn't sure he trusted Sulu in this form to be able to handle it, especially when not being able to meant dropping Ianto to the ground). After a lot more manhandling and groping of Ianto, Jack finally had the other man securely across his shoulders, positioned so that Sulu could walk comfortably beside them without pulling on his wrist.

"We, uh," Jack said, as he started down the tunnels towards the Hub, because he couldn't stand there forever, Ianto was a full grown man and though he weighed less than Jack, that still didn't mean he was light enough to carry around all day, "we're not going to tell him about this part, alright? He'll be embarrassed enough as it is, without stressing the point that we had to roll him around on the floor a little while he was unconscious. He might not take too well to that."

Sulu could tell from how Jack was laying Ianto out how he was going about picking Ianto up, so he did everything he could to help out as best as possible, what with being handcuffed to the man in question. It wasn't pretty and it would probably humiliate Ianto to know that he had to be carried like this at all, but it was the safest way of doing so and so Sulu figured that if he ever found out, he would forgive them. (Jack for doing it, and Sulu for letting it happen.)

"Yeah," Sulu said, keeping pace with Jack in a way that wouldn't hurt his wrist any, "Goes without saying. Though, you do realize - he's probably going to instinctively know that something happened when he wakes up." Sulu's tone was light, because he well knew that Ianto would probably not even bring it up. "I wish he would have said something sooner, though," he added.

Edited 2010-08-27 03:36 (UTC)

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