Premier Rencard - Ianto/Jack (english sort of version)IV

IV

His body calls him to wake up, muscles as contracted as stones or pilars of his so small shiny life, but his mind was still fascinating by the scene.

- 1,2,3, 4, 5, 6...Dr Harper counted out of breath while his professionnal hands handled Ianto's chest for a close cardiac massage.
- What 's wrong with him ? shouted Jack.
- It's not only a fainting fit, Jack...explained Gween, watching to him the sweetest way she could to.By the way, his heart was hers, and his heart was Ianto's too. She admitted so easyly but Rhys existed for her.
- He just have an heart attack, Jack ! Dr Harper said before giving Ianto's a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He continued : one breath, 1, 2, 3, 4...

Jack just can't stand watching Harper breath and lips on Ianto's mouth !
-My job ! He said, invading dr Harper aeria. Owen was about to protest but something happened.

Jack's lips kissed Jones livide mouth. His chest went up and down for the first time during this long so long secondes. Jack filled so empty, so lost, so being nothing watching Ianto's fainting fit. He was the one who need help.
He suddenly loocked pale, as a wampire could be. Blood veines fighting against violence of despear at his eyes corners. Un alien could hear the more rageous and inhuman cry exploded from Harkness soul. Only The silence , a dead silence installed all around for the humans mates.