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Panic is a Waste of Breath
Ianto yawned again, not even bothering to cover his mouth this time. Jack shot him a worried glance, and saw how his eyelids were drooping.
“Hey, stay with me now,” he said quietly, and Ianto blinked, then raised his head and pressed a finger to his lips. He slumped back against the wall as if the effort of hushing Jack had drained him completely.
Jack gritted his teeth against a yawn of his own, and shuffled closer to Ianto, tucking an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace. Ianto let him, leaning heavily against him, almost falling into his lap. His eyes closed.
Jack pulled him closer and – as gently as he could – slapped his cheek. To his relief, Ianto blinked and opened his eyes wearily.
Again, fruitlessly, Jack looked around at their tiny, airtight prison, and cursed himself for walking straight into a trap. His only comfort was that Gwen had escaped. There was still cavalry to come to the rescue.
Ianto yawned again.
And that was fine with Jack. At least if he was yawning he was still alive.
“They’ll come and get us, I promise,” he whispered, and Ianto shushed him again. He nodded, sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment.
A sudden rush of cold air woke him, and he struggled to sit up straight, clutching at Ianto desperately. Gwen was asking him if they were both alright, but he couldn’t answer, shaking Ianto, patting his face, begging him silently –
Ianto opened bleary eyes, and, to Jack’s eternal relief, yawned.
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Date: 2009-01-18 11:43 pm (UTC)Panic is a Waste of Breath
Ianto yawned again, not even bothering to cover his mouth this time. Jack shot him a worried glance, and saw how his eyelids were drooping.
“Hey, stay with me now,” he said quietly, and Ianto blinked, then raised his head and pressed a finger to his lips. He slumped back against the wall as if the effort of hushing Jack had drained him completely.
Jack gritted his teeth against a yawn of his own, and shuffled closer to Ianto, tucking an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace. Ianto let him, leaning heavily against him, almost falling into his lap. His eyes closed.
Jack pulled him closer and – as gently as he could – slapped his cheek. To his relief, Ianto blinked and opened his eyes wearily.
Again, fruitlessly, Jack looked around at their tiny, airtight prison, and cursed himself for walking straight into a trap. His only comfort was that Gwen had escaped. There was still cavalry to come to the rescue.
Ianto yawned again.
And that was fine with Jack. At least if he was yawning he was still alive.
“They’ll come and get us, I promise,” he whispered, and Ianto shushed him again. He nodded, sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment.
A sudden rush of cold air woke him, and he struggled to sit up straight, clutching at Ianto desperately. Gwen was asking him if they were both alright, but he couldn’t answer, shaking Ianto, patting his face, begging him silently –
Ianto opened bleary eyes, and, to Jack’s eternal relief, yawned.