Silver Service by a_silver_story | 17

[a_silver_story]

Title: Silver Service
Author: a_silver_story
Chapter: 17/?
Genre: AU, Romance, Angsty, fluffy
Rating: NC17 / 18
Pairings: Main Pairing is Jack/Ianto. Also includes Ianto/Martha, Ianto/Tosh friendship, Ten/Tosh, Mickey/Martha (mentioned)
Warnings: M.M, rentboy!Ianto, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know. Now pass the retcon ...


Summary: Started as a PWP, but since it's me (sorry folks!) and I really can't do things by halves, it grew and grew and grew (and not in an innuendous sort of way). Doctor Smith owns a posh Cardiff hotel, and the respectable Sixth Earl of Boeshane is coming to stay - and he brings with him some very specific demands.

The story follows Ianto from being born, meeting Toshiko and them running away together to the city, right up until Ianto is taken to work in the Doctor's hotel as a 'service' butler for - you guessed it - Jack.

Everyone's fave OTP ensues. BOO YA!



Torchwood Index/Masterlist


FIRST PART | Chapter 1























He's sleeping again. He seems to sleep a lot - a lot compared to you, anyway. Leave him alone for any length of time, and chances are he's crawled into your bed, curled into the duvets and drifted off, waiting until you want him again. Turning over, you can see he's still flushed, his brow a little furrowed and still too warm. Check to see if he's shivering, pressing your hand to his chest and feeling his heartbeat. A little fast - and don't flatter yourself into thinking it's because of you this time.

What would your nanny have done? All you can think of is the bowl of cold water and a damp cloth for the brow again. It's been so long since you were ill, you can't properly remember how you were looked after. Your parents didn't really come to you when you were sick - they didn't really come to you when you were fit and healthy. They left it to the serving staff and doctors, assessing any progress from afar. They coldly visited only once after the crash in California, but you suppose things were different then. It was a different time, with different values, and rich parents didn't really feature in their childrens' lives as anything other than a goal to hero-worship.

Stop brooding: Ianto needs a doctor. Sit up and stretch for your phone. The clock glows three AM, but you don't care. The sooner you make the call the better. Lois answers sleepily, polite as always though she's most likely just been quite enthusiastically giving her phone the finger when she saw you ringing. You like Lois; she's a little nervous, but nervous is most usually fun.

"Lois ... Ianto needs a doctor. Now. Please."

You add the please because Ianto always makes you. You glance at him, reaching out to brush hair from his eyes that is getting sticky with sweat. Lois is asking for his symptoms.

"He's ... too hot." you say, smirking to yourself when 'in every sense of the phrase' pops into your head. "And sweating. He was sick today, twice at the very least. His heart rate is a little fast, but there's no shivering as far as I can tell." Checking again, you press your hand firmly to his belly. He's put on weight since he became yours, his body not used to eating proper food and instinctively storing as much energy away as possible. You decide to call it 'happy weight', and brush your fingers over his cheek and brow again.

"Is he ... fatigued, sir?" Lois asks you.

"If you mean 'is he tired', then he's always tired. Leave him alone for longer than half an hour and he's crawled into bed and dropped unconscious ..."

"Okay, sir, um ... has he been out in the sun a lot?"

You think for a moment. Forty-five minutes this morning, maybe? Then you had drinks, then you sat out a bit longer ... "He was on the balcony nearly two hours, but felt sick so we went back in."

"It sounds like light heatstroke." Lois tells you.

"So? Ring the doctor!"

"He needs an ambulance, sir!"

Your grip on your phone tightens in that way you can't control. Lois has hung up, already phoning the ambulance. Sense returns, and you remember your reputation could be at stake if the ambulance medics find Ianto in your bed - no matter how much you want to show him off. Gently you shake him awake, flicking on the bedside lamp and inwardly smiling when you see his features scrunched up in the sudden light, his blue eyes looking blearily up at you.

The answer will be 'I'm fine', but you ask anyway, rubbing his shoulder. "How are you?"

"I'm ... fine." he frowns.

"If I ban you from using the words 'I'm fine' and ask after your wellbeing again, what would your answer be?"

Stroke his hair and be gentle with him - he likes that. By nature you're controlling, extravagant, bossy and loud. Being that way usually gets you what you want. But Ianto is immune to that. He's had people yelling orders at him since he was a small child (as he told you the day you met - and no, you haven't forgotten it) and now they just tend to wash over if he doesn't want to do them. Speak to him calmly. Respect him. It makes you feel good to know he loves you for it - even if you do continue to insist on talking with your mouth full.

"One is neutral." he cheekily replies, turning over irritably.

With a lot of persuasion, you guide him back to his room, to the sheets he has not yet slept in. You leave him alone, though he begs you not to. As you fetch something for him to vomit in and prepare the bowl of cold water, you wonder just how ill he really was feeling to beg not to be left alone. Ianto likes his space. His own company satisfies him more than yours on many occasions, so for Ianto to ask so desperately for company was a sign, in your mind.

He settles when you return, and you have to shush his protests of the cool flannel, stroking his hair again. Would it be okay to call him 'sweetheart'? You want to, but he doesn't seem to be the kind who'd like it. He never uses terms of endearment for you - apart from the rare 'love' - so maybe he doesn't like them for himself.

Turn the flannel over, it will have warmed up on that side.

Ianto is a conundrum for you. He's innocent, but wiser than you could ever be. He's hardened against the world while being defenceless to it. His knowledge has great big holes in it, but he's clearly intelligent and constantly trying to learn. The way he looks at you sometimes, like he's trying to figure you out like an equation. You want to understand him as much as he wants to understand you, but to get there Ianto will need to stop thinking logically and venture into the abstract. Not everything has a routine, not everything is planned and not every problem can be solved - nor every storm predicted. Ianto always seems so confused when your mood changes, like having several different emotions running through you at once, all vying for priority, is a strange thing. Maybe for him it is. He's always one thing at once, it seems. His ability to contain himself is almost as confusing for you as you are to him. He understands that you love him, though. Even if the only time you have so far tried to bring yourself to say it, you hurt him and shouted at him. Unspoken, he understands that part of you hates him, too.

He groans loudly, reaching for the bowl you brought in case he needed to vomit again, thankful you had the forethought as he empties his stomach. His retching sounds painful, and you crawl to sit behind him, letting him lean between your legs as you rub his back, trying to make his aches go away. He slumps back against you and you find yourself cuddling him, making strange soothing noises that haven't passed by your lips since Lisa was a child.

Biting your lip, you think of your little daughter - just because she's grown up and older than the man in your arms doesn't mean she's not your little girl any more - and you wonder whether any progress has been made. You've phoned the hospital five times, but either got a trainee nurse who has no idea who you are or a very stressed doctor telling him that her condition is 'stable, but continuing the aforementioned decline'. Sometimes they apologise, other times they beg to be allowed back to work as if you're wasting their time. Your stomach clenches in that now familiar knot of worry and fear, and the mental picture of Lisa with her hair hacked off, blood weeping from her scabbed skin and tubes sticking out of her so unnaturally is makes you ill clouds your mind's eye.

Ianto heaves again and your thoughts return to the present. He's bringing up bile now, his temperature slightly increased. The sweating is stopping, though. You can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing given how much heat his body is radiating. You wonder if there's a thermometer in the first aid kit in the bathroom, and ignore Ianto's whimpering protests as you go and check. Rummaging through, you find a little strip of plastic to press against his head and watch carefully as the little dots appear and tell you he's far too hot. 39° - two above normal body temperature, but enough to make a significant difference.

"Are you too hot?" you ask, wondering if he is feverish and not overtly showing how cold he felt.

"Boiling." he grumbles as you wipe his mouth with a tissue, sitting behind him again and rubbing his chest. "That's not helping, but thanks." he sighs, leaning back into you.

"Maybe you need a cold bath. Just until the medics get here."

"Medics?"

"There's an ambulance on the way. Lois reckoned you had heatstroke."

"I don't need an ambulance." he groans, his voice thick and groggy. "I'm just not used to the heat."

With a sigh you leave him again, ignoring him asking where you're going, and fetch him some lemon and lime squash. He drank that one most yesterday, so you figure he likes it best. You double back and take some fresh orange with you, just in case. He's sat bolt upright when you return, looking pinker and more flushed than you remember now that you have time to properly look. You feel a small sense of victory when he reaches for the lemon and lime - you smugly say to yourself that clearly, Ianto is not the only one that can predict needs in this relationship.

He gives you a questioning look when your face flickers, and you tell him it's nothing, quickly going to the bathroom, setting the plug and turning the cold water on. You're angry at yourself. You can't think of you and Ianto as a relationship. That isn't what this was. That isn't what this could be. You love him - but you also love chocolate, croissants and that bird that can moonwalk. You love sunshine after a grey day, and sunsets that stream in, blood red through the windows during boring meetings and give you something to look at. You love Ianto, but you don't love him like you loved Lucia, John or Adeiola. At least, you can pretend you don't.

For now.

Ianto is an itch under your skin that you cannot ignore. When you deny him you make it worse, and when you sate him it only comes back stronger when he's gone. His happiness is tantamount to you, and if he's unhappy you feel guilty because you're usually the cause of it. You wistfully think back to all the times he's looked at you as if he wished you'd never been born - though avoid thinking of the times he seems to wish he'd never been born - and think of all the things you could have done to avoid him feeling that way. You could go back and change everything if you wanted, you know how you can do that, but if you're honest you wouldn't change things for the world.

The bath is half full, and you go back to fetch him to find he's fallen asleep again, fists curled loosely either side of his head like a baby. His face is smooth and young, showing no emotional weight or stoic indifference. Instead he is careless and tranquil. He can only relax when he's asleep, you've realised.

It's harder to wake him this time, his reluctance and tiredness from vomiting trying to keep him unconscious. You have to half carry him to the bathroom, pulling off his boxers and ignoring the fact they're sodden with sweat. Helping him into the bath, listening to him hiss at the cold and cursing the ambulance for not having arrived yet. You leave him a moment to fetch some pyjama bottoms, setting them aside for him to wear when the medics got there.

There's a knock on the door, and you worry about leaving Ianto to go and answer it. You make sure he's not about to fall asleep again, and run to the door, pulling it open and finding Janet in her dressing gown and slippers, bustling past him with her First Aid qualifications to have a look at Ianto. "He's in the bath." you tell her. "I filled it with cold water."

She gives you an approving look, and you consider for a moment admitting that you know her name is Barbara, she's just so much fun to annoy. She also looks like a Janet, and you're sticking to that conclusion.

Ianto groans when you walk in with her, but she rolls her eyes as he tries to protect his modesty, shoving a thermometer under his tongue. "Did you check his temperature at all?" she asks you as the little red line begins its ascent and Ianto scowls at you adorably.

"Thirty nine degrees." you tell her. She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. She removes the thermometer from Ianto's mouth and checks it.

"Well ... putting him in the cold bath was the right thing to do." She smiles at you, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "His temperature is still thirty nine - which worries me, because putting him in the bath will have brought it down a bit. He isn't delirious though."

"I'm fine." he grumbles. "Just too hot."

"Lois called an ambulance." you say to Janet, ignoring his protestations of 'fine'. "They should be here soon."

"Good. Could I ... have a word, sir?"

The two of you walk into the sitting room, but leave the door to the bathroom open so that you can hear Ianto.

"What is it?" you whisper.

"Has he been sweating?" she asks, whispering back.

"Loads, but ... then he stopped a bit. I figured that was a good thing?"

She bites her lip and you feel your heart sink a little. "It's not good at all, Jack. If he's not sweating, he can't dissipate heat by himself. His body temperature will continue to rise. We need to keep the water in the bath cold, maybe pull the plug out and turn the tap on full so that his body doesn't have time to heat the water."

You're moving already, Ianto still crosse-legged in the tub, his knees resting on the side. He doesn't question you as you pull out the plug and open the cold tap to full, and obliges when you coax him nearer the flow of cool water. Covering his eyes with your hand, you pour water from the tap over his head and lean over to kiss his cheek when he makes a noise of discontent. You can hear Janet shuffling about your bedroom, and decide to trust what she's doing is necessary rather than leave Ianto's side.

Finally, the medics arrive, and after hearing the symptoms translated by Janet they give him a quick examination and hurriedly agree to take him to hospital. You ride with him in the ambulance, but you're wary of holding his hand, paranoid about being recognised. He understands, and he accepts it. You squeeze his shoulder comfortingly, and he groans when your muscles cling too hard. You smile at him through your worry, knowing full well what Janet had implied when she told you his body couldn't dissipate the amount of heat it was producing and that his temperature would keep rising: his organs would fail, and he would die.

She translates as the paramedic in the back of the ambulance with you commends you for your actions. You've looked after him well, and you did all the right things. You've helped him a lot. You should feel proud of yourself, but instead you're feeling that empty, resigned depression that sets in just before something you cannot control happens. Right now, losing Ianto is the worst possible scenario you could think of to anything - you don't want to consider losing Lisa, now or ever - and the fact you might is making your stomach churn and your skin pale.

You called him your lover; you promised yourself you'd look after him. The first chance to prove yourself and now you might lose him. You've barely had six months together, but he's so far interwoven with your life now that being without him is unimaginable. You think of the gauntlet, and know that if the worst should happen you would give up everything to have it. That bastard Saxon seemed to think you already did have it, and you think of the grey metal box Copley referred to when trying to coax it from him with fake antidote.

Rubbing your eyes, you hate everything in this world. Everything - but not Ianto. Ianto has brought out a side of you you thought had died when Lisa left home. You started caring again: you started thinking again. For the first time in eight years you weren't just going through the motions, ranting and raving, paying for the false love that made you feel alive for two hours before moving on to find some other hit. Ianto has changed you, with his politeness and standards and expectations that all the others had lost in their youth. He reminded you that no matter what happened in the past, you're still human, and so are the people around you. Ianto grounded you. Ianto is the heart of you. And if your heart stops beating, you will die.

Well, most people would.

You won't.

There's no escape from the pain for you, is there?

Janet is dozing, her head lolling on her shoulders. The paramedic is talking to the driver. Ianto's eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling fast, his skin flushing but hardly any sweat glistening upon it. You lean in close to his ear, kissing the lobe gently and whispering quietly, hoping he will hear:

"Ianto? Don't go. Don't leave me ... please?"




~*~*~*~




Jack had a bed set up in Ianto's room, under the pretence he knew important secrets and Jack had to be there to make sure he didn't spill. There were machines beeping all around him, monitoring his heart rate, temperature and vitals. Ianto had been given numerous injections, while the doctors talked in fast Spanish. Janet translated as best she could, but when they started talking about sodium and electrolytes she gave up, telling Jack to "Trust them - they know what they're doing."

He felt useless after being so active in taking care of Ianto, now pushed to the side and told to give him space. They pressed ice packs to his skin, delirium setting in and confusion written on his face. He had no idea where he was or what was happening any more. Jack had tried asking for a prognosis, but he was simply told it was too early to tell.

And then Jack saw it.

Nail marks, down Ianto's left forearm. So deep he'd drawn blood, and circles of it had crusted and scabbed on his skin. Jack stared at the pale flesh, marred with red and brown track marks, and his legs went from under him. He sank to the floor, hugging his knees in the corner of the room, rocking slightly as he fought back panic.

"Captain Harkness?" a Spanish accent called for him. "Captain Harkness? Lady Harkness is on the phone."

The receiver of the phone in the room was stretched out to him, and he answered it shakily.

"Do I even need to ask how you know I'm here?" he said, cutting the bullshit and getting straight on with it.

"Probably not. Now, you listen to me you heartless bastard. Give. The. Gauntlet. To. Saxon."

"I don't have it!" he hissed, still unable to take his eyes off the scabbing on Ianto's arm. He knew how this went. This was how it started with Lisa. The scratches would become infected and the scabbing and weeping would spread like impetigo over his body - but not before he'd fallen into a coma as his brain slowly shut down.

"Of course you don't - though maybe your little whore being poisoned will give you enough incentive to remember where you put it."

"What are you doing, Addy?" he asked, trying to keep the tears from his voice.

"Lisa hasn't got long left, and the only way she's going to get better is with the antidote - the antidote that only Saxon has. And I'll do anything to get it. Anything. Now, Saxon will meet you in Lisbon next week-"

"I don't have the gauntlet! I don't know where it is!" he snapped.

Adeiola remained silent for a moment. "Then what did you get from Faith?"

Jack bit his lip, considering telling her. He sighed heavily. "A map of sorts." he lied. "I ... I'll find it. I'll find it ..."

He hung up on her, practically throwing the receiver away from him and letting a doctor put it back on the hook. Resting his head on his knees, he drew a deep breath before hauling himself to his feet to look at Ianto. It took a while for his clouded eyes to focus on Jack properly, the doctors now less frantic and moving away, giving details to Janet as they finally felt secure enough in Ianto's condition to leave. They have no idea, thought Jack. They think he'll be fine in three days ... just like with Lisa ...

Janet left them alone to fetch coffee, her mood significantly improved given the optimistic vibes the doctors had given her. The Captain traced his fingers over the scabs, and Ianto winced a little. "Shhh ... it's okay ..." Jack soothed him. "You'll be better soon, I promise. We'll go straight back to the hotel and stay in bed for days at a time - just like we used to. Okay?"

Ianto nodded, though his eyes were still unfocussed. He gave a small smile as if he understood, but the doctors had said he was still in stages of delirium. Jack kissed his burning forehead. "Do you want anything? I can get you anything. Anything you want. Do you want flowers? Some orchids, or those funny blue ones you liked that we had in the vases in Cardiff? I can get you some of those."

A hand raised and brushed his cheek, and Jack cherished the contact. "Love you, Jack." Ianto whispered hoarsely.

"I love you too, Ianto." Jack felt a tear trickle down his cheek, and Ianto frowned when he saw it. Jack decided to be honest with him. "Listen to me ... you're sick. Sick like Lisa."

Ianto frowned and blinked slowly, then he eyes moved to the scabbing on his left arm. "Oh ..." He blinked Jack back into focus and smiled weakly. "It's okay."

"No ... it's not ... in ... in ...." Jack took a deep breath. "... in three days or less, you're going to fall asleep and ... and go into a coma. And ... and I don't know if I can get you back."

"I was poisoned ..." Ianto realised calmly. "Am ... am I going to die?"

"No ... I ... no! I'll find the cure. I'll find it - for you, and for Lisa."

"Lisa ... six months ... so far ..." Ianto was saying. "Six months - I ... I trust you. And if you can't find the cure... then ... well ... it's okay." He squeezed Jack's hand gently. "If I die ... I want you to know that ... everything - everything's fine. It's not your fault. And I ... I - I d-died happy. So, so, so happy ..."

Jack was crying in earnest, clasping his hand tightly, but Ianto had a strange sense of calm around him, his eyes were watery and his smile faint, but he showed no worry or concern. He was peaceful.

"You're not going to die." Jack told him firmly. Taking a deep breath he wiped his eyes and put on a falsely bright smile. "I'll get you those flowers. And chocolate. Shall I get you some good coffee? You were starting to like it, weren't you?"

"Stop fussing." he yawned in reply.

"You must want something. Anything. I'll get you anything."

Ianto frowned as his eyes lost focus again. "Toshiko." he said eventually. "Can you get me Toshiko?"

"Does she have a passport?"

Ianto glanced away. "Oh ... no ... none ... none of us do ... I only have one because of you ..."

"I'll see what I can do." smiled Jack, stroking his hair. He realised for the first time that it was shorter - cropped closer to his head, hacked in the same way Lisa's was to give the heat in his body every possible outlet. Jack decided not to tell him.

"I'm tired." sighed Ianto. "Can I sleep now?" he mumbled.

"Yeah. You get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up."

His blue eyes, dull from poison, slowly closed. His breathing deepened as he fell unconscious and Jack placed a hand on his heart, feeling its steady thud while watching Ianto's sleeping face.

"Right here ..." whispered Jack. "... I'll be right here ..."











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Comments

[kholran.livejournal.com]

*reaches for another tissue* It wasn't just you. Poor Jack ;_;

[diggybear.livejournal.com]

Great update! I liked seeing everything unfold from Jack's POV.

Ugh...yet another reason NOT to like Adeiola! She poisoned Ianto?! I understand it was for her daughter's antidote but still not Ianto?! :( I hope Jack does not cut her any slack and of course finds the antidote! Poor Jack.

[holly02.livejournal.com]

Omg my poor boys....*wails*

[abby-juniper.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* That's cruel. How can you do this to us?! And to Jack?!

..But...are you suggesting that Jack's immortal? Or something similar?

Brilliant chapter! (^_^) More soon? Please?

[a-silver-story.livejournal.com]

Well he did die and come back to life in chapter 14, and Adeiola drugged Ianto partly to find out about it in chapter 15, so 'suggesting' it I most definitely am .... ;)

[gogo-didi.livejournal.com]

Oh so sad! Poor boys :'-(

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

GAH! You made me cry! :( *sniffles* Poor Ianto! I had a feeling he was going to be poisoned but I didn't even think that it'd be the same thing as Lisa. And poor Jack. Still trying to deny how much Ianto means while breaking down inside at the thought of losing Ianto.

*goes off thinking happy thoughts of naked hide and seek Janto*

[seether-79.livejournal.com]

Poor boys!!!!! Please let everything work out! A wonderful up-date and I can't wait for more :D

[silvercat63.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* NOOO! No, no, no, no, no! You can't do that! It's bad enough cannon Ianto is dead, the fans can't start killing him too or he really will be dead!

Sorry. I just really like this story, and I've only just figured out how to comment to tell you lol. Please save Ianto! And soon? Pwetty pweeze?

[candi-apple-red.livejournal.com]

*sniffles into tissue* *repeats*

*whimpers then slinks off to bed*

[charlotte3006.livejournal.com]

Gahhhhhhh *huggles Ianto* *huggles Jack*

Now listen, you! You make Ianto all better right now, do ya hear me?!? :P
Eeek, eagerly awaiting more! :)

[me-eat-drums.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* Wah! Poor boys!

As sad as that last part was...it was wonderfully written!

*sniffles into tissue*

[electrictoes.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Poor Ianto :(

I hope Jack gets the antidote soon!

[amcpep.livejournal.com]

See, now you've made me cry. And it only took 7 words to bring the horribleness of CoE crashing back down on me. But I loved the way you fitted those words in. Very nice.
This was an amazing chapter - all Jack's thoughts and feelings and worries about Ianto were so perfect. I just loved it.
Impatient for more, but anticipation is not always a bad thing. :)

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I was completely blindsided here. I had no idea he had been poisoned. Time to go get kleenex.

[kimutek.livejournal.com]

Oh God, it was so heartbreaking. ;( *sobs*

First part, the Jack's POV, was absolutely brilliant. You should write that style more often, 'couse you excellent convey what is going on in Jack's mind, his emotions and thoughts.

Everything was going on so good, but unfortunately life is not a bed of roses. But I hope, that eventually they win trough bad and will be happy with each other. *sniffs*

Waiting for next chapter. Thanks for sharing.

[jadis-88.livejournal.com]

God, Ianto D:

[woani21.livejournal.com]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Too many 'o's? Please don't let little Ianto suffer too much, we need him, both in AU and so-called canon (can you hear me BBC)?
One question: If that B Adeiola infected Ianto with the same disease as Lisa, then did Adeiola infect Lisa too? Seems extra fishy to me.

[elanor12.livejournal.com]

That's so heartbreaking!

Now my eyes will be all red and a bit puffy for my lecture this morning.

[griza.livejournal.com]

Oh poor Jack:( He can't lose his Ianto!


I hope Adele and Soxon will die a horrible and painful death for this!

[zsazsa4168.livejournal.com]

I knew it! Another fabulous update even though my worst fears have been realized.

Why does Jack also hate Ianto? Is it because he makes him vulnerable or is it something I'm not clever enough to figure out?

[rammstein-twood.livejournal.com]

Fantastic and Brilliant as always! I love the shift from Jacks point of view and back again.
Hope Ianto will be ok, I look forward to the next installment with crossed fingers :D
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[iantos-first.livejournal.com]

oooooohhh see, I knew you were gonna go down this evil path........ *sigh*, ok..... you're writing is too good, so I'll let it go...and, 'cause I trust YOU to fix it. Don't let me down now!

[emyrldlady.livejournal.com]

*tears* No!

*grabs tissues*

[artist4life925.livejournal.com]

Haven't read it all yet, but caught a typo!

Second paragraph where he's talking about his parents visiting only once. You have "pnly".

I'll leave another comment once I'm done reading ;)

[a-silver-story.livejournal.com]

ahhh! You're an angel! *runs to fix*

[artist4life925.livejournal.com]

Urggggg!! Poor Ianto!!! Damn that bitch!! All for the stupid gauntlet!

*puppy eyes* Please make him better soon T_T

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, poor Ianto ... poor boys ... argh!

[iceshade.livejournal.com]

I kind of wanted to say that since there's no character death listed in the warnings, I'm still able to put my fingers in my ears and go 'la la la there's no chance of it happening!' but I know that can be changed please, please, please don't kill ianto. at least not permanently.

as ianto was starting to get sick I had a feeling that it was going to be poison. and I have some first-aid training, so as soon as you mentioned that he stopped sweating, the only thought in my head was 'fuck. NO.' (I loved the little medical bits-- I'm suck a geek and I love it) nrrg! I know you update really fast, but I need the next chapter. ::offers muses nutella as a bribe::

and jack can't admit to himself just how much he needs ianto... it's like someone has to grab him by the neck and shake him and hope he sees sense...

Now we *all* need hugs...

[magicmalcolm.livejournal.com]

Welp, that's me depressed again. Back under the duvet to sulk for this minion. I suppose it's time to break out the "it has to get worse before it gets better" mantra, yes?

Arrgh, just for once I'd like my pessimism to be unfounded. Not only has it hit the fan, it's totally destroyed it to boot. I'd really like to think Adieola is being such a cow because she really does want that antidote for Lisa...but, the aforementioned pessimism is telling me not to be so naive.

On a positive note, the POV switch worked really well. Very well done, madame.

[naddypants.livejournal.com]

*sniffle*
B-b-but....IANTOOOOO. *wails*

You are a cruel evil genius. This minion is not amused. :(
Amazing writing, I haven't read anything in that style in so long.

Just...make Ianto better, yeah? ^^,
*pouts and offers cookies, an array of coloured felts and coffeeeeeee*

[tiggerbrasilf.livejournal.com]

*sniff* you can't kill him again!

[coffee-n-retcon.livejournal.com]

Oh I hate that I was right. You are evil. Now hurry up and make it all better. You've made me promises for this story and I'm still waiting...

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

argh... what a twist - I so hope Jack can save him and Lisa (and that is not a sentence I'd ever though I'd see myself write)

great update

[chryssalys]

Silver, hon? Where's the next part? Cause... cause... *wibble*

[bardlover6.livejournal.com]

Beautiful chapter. I enjoyed this venture into Jack's POV.

[alex-annn.livejournal.com]

I am really enjoying following this story. I check it every day. I was really glad to find this today.

[butterflycell.livejournal.com]

*cries hard* that was so, so sad.... but it was so wonderfully written!

[xennie-b.livejournal.com]

Oh no poor Ianto, I hope Jack can get Toshiko over and find someway to get the cure soon...
Great chapter, I loved seeing it from Jack's POV.

[lolafalola.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad I'm behind my reading on this story. I have the next chapter now, but if I had read this when it first came out I would have begged you to hurry and write the next one. That's the latest chapter and I'm hoping it doesn't end on a cliffhanger like this one. *crosses fingers*.