✘ 26

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's borrowed the Hub's autopsy room and is currently doing a rather substandard job of stitching up a small stab wound on his arm. He's slow, and from his winces it's pretty obvious he's missing the area he's applied anaesthetic to more often than not.]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Sry Henrietta; Ianto still doesn't notice.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She is a patient person. Besides, she doesn't want to come any closer. >I]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Well, he does have to notice her at some point. So when he turns around to grab something to wipe it down he spots her.]

...Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Are you badly hurt?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's good?]

Where are my guns?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I don't have them with me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Go get them.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Reaching under her jacket now, her tone warning.] I need them back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'll give them back when you're back to normal.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Takes her interim weapons in hand.] I want them now.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Do you really need me to repeat myself?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ffffff. She tightens her grip on the knives.] You stole them.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You can barely even pick them up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You still stole them!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because it was safer than letting you keep them.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Comes closer, her weapons lowered slightly.] What if I put the knives back?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Keeping a careful eye on the knives.] Still no.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[A little closer] Why not? I know what to do with them. I do!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Moves back.] That doesn't make any difference if you can't pick them up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She stops and sets the knives down, brushing her hair away from her face before she moves forward again.] I don't need to. I just want them back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes another step back, and slides his suit jacket across the autopsy table towards him.] You aren't exactly giving me much inclination to do that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stops] But I'm not doing anything! I even put the knives down. [Another step forward.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And back.] You're still moving towards me.