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[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.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

If I was planning to leave I already would've. [Back... and crap. Out of autopsy table to slide jacket along.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Senses his sudden tension and moves forward slowly.] They're mine. I need them back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates for a moment before reaching into his jacket for his stun gun and stepping back again with it raised.] I've already told you. No.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm going to get them back. [And out comes a knife from he band of her skirt--she darts in low, trying to slam it into his inner thigh]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto realises a little too late, and attempts to move back without much success. He does have the common sense to use his stun gun on her before she can cause anymore damage, though.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[This would be Henrietta, dropping the knife as muscle-coordination vanishes; she collapses next to his feet.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Thank God for alien modifications; Ianto drops along with the autopsy bay before she can regain conciousness.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And there's Henrietta, unconscious on the plane next to a bloody knife.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand here's Crowley, looking...well, rather livid behind those sunglasses. He walks quickly over to Henrietta and crouches down, feeling for a pulse.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Limp as... well. As a rag doll. But there is a pulse, at least?]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and takes a moment to assess whether anything is broken or not, using some combination of powers and plain old feeling bones and joints for anything out of place. Satisfied that moving her isn't going to kill her, he gathers her up against his chest and takes her some distance away on the Plane...at least far enough that whoever did this won't find them immediately.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes open as he's walking, unfocused and distant. She makes a sound, but can't seem to do more than that.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He keeps walking for a time, then at some random point he carefully lays her down on the ground again, disappears, and reappears with the sofa from his lounge. Gathering her up one more time, he lays her on the sofa.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Seems to at least recognize what's going on, now. She tries to rub her eyes and misses, and then winces as the muscles spasm at the movement.]

Signore.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Lie still a moment.

[he drops again, returning with a spare microfleece blanket which he drapes over her]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blankie *__* She tries to rub her eye again and manages this time.] He used a stun gun on me. But it wasn't normal--it knocked me out.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Who, that Ianto fellow?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nods, her expression almost sleepy.]

Nng. [She winces as her muscles start to twitch and tremor.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley frowns, and lays a hand on her forehead]

It'll pass.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nods and flinches] It's not so bad.