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[RL WITH SULU]

The past few days had been exciting ones, and definitely not in the way that Ianto would have predicted them to be when he'd first set foot on the boat. They should have known that there would be something wrong with this, but how were they to know that Sulu saying that nothing could go wrong after what they'd accomplished on the first night would come back to quite literally haunt them, as it were? Because there really was no denying it anymore. There'd been enough talk about what else had going on in other people's cabins enough to know that it wasn't just their suite. The whole ship was buzzing about it, and though everyone was reporting different things happening, there was really no doubt about it. Regardless of whatever was causing it, the place was haunted.

Ianto'd tried ignoring it. He'd tried rationalizing it, and any other number of things to keep from admitting that what they had were ghosts on their hands. There was really just no denying it anymore. What had started out as objects moving every once and a while, and strange sounds in the night had turned a lot more active over the next few nights, the hot water switching itself off as Ianto was showering, their suitcases emptied out all over the suite while they slept. Ianto'd made sure that the door had been locked each time, and had even taken to sleeping with the key in his shorts pocket, but it wasn't any use. The door hadn't been opening to let anyone in--whatever was happening in the suite, it wasn't coming from the outside.

What had started out as them trying to make the best of their vacation had ended up with, well, at least Ianto being very wary of his surroundings, and of what could possibly go wrong with them. As much as he'd like to initiate something more with Sulu, the idea that they would be watched while they did was...more than a little bit of a turn-off. He hoped that Sulu understood, as it was.

Sulu, for his part, seemed to be taking this whole ghost thing pretty hard. Because paranormal things were sort of right up Ianto's alley, considering that he worked for Torchwood and all, he was trying his hardest to be a good Torchwood officer, keep a level head for the other man, and not freak out at anything that might have otherwise given him pause. Sulu hadn't admitted to being frightened of these ghosts, but. Ianto could tell that he was definitely a lot less comfortable with the thought of them being around than even Ianto himself was. It was almost nice, to be able to be there for Sulu like he had to be because of these hauntings. Almost.

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Sulu was a rational man. He was very good at rationalizing almost anything, really, with the right amount of evidence. Unfortunately, though, he was also a little superstitious, and he'd been raised to have a healthy fear of the paranormal. So, after the creepy first night, Sulu had been a little more cautious about the situation - surprised and creeped out more often than he would have liked, given how nice the room had seemed before things began being moved around without their knowledge, before they heard strange noises, before people began talking about all the ghosts they'd interacted with...

Sulu did everything in his power to keep his jitters to himself, to keep Ianto from noticing just how much this sort of thing freaked him out - he knew that he was doing a shit job of it, but he was grateful that Ianto at least pretended not to notice. It was a nice gesture; one that Sulu appreciated more and more as he continued to get spooked by footsteps, knocking on the walls, water pressure changes, lights flickering - ugh.

The worst part, Sulu had to think, was that there was no way to hide out from the eerie phenomena. The entire ship was haunted during the night; during the day, it was fine, but that was hardly a consolation. In fact, it just made the nights more unbearable. And no amount of reassurance from Ianto could... well, could really stop the fear. That was the worst part.

The only place that seemed the "least" haunted, as far as Sulu was concerned, was the shower. The water pressure sometimes changed, pelting him with hard water; other times, the water temperature would drop to freezing or up to scalding, but honestly... That really was the worst that could happen. At least, that's what Sulu kept telling himself, especially tonight as he got ready to take a shower. A few minutes respite, he figured.

Edited 2010-09-28 23:02 (UTC)

Ianto wasn't exactly sure of Sulu's showering habits, considering the only time the two of them had spent this amount of time together, they'd been handcuffed together, and had really tried to avoid having to be naked in front of each other if at all possible, considering. (Sulu hadn't exactly been himself, and Ianto was embarrassed. He'd had to spend the whole time half-naked anyway, with no shirt on, he wanted to keep whatever dignity he'd had left, and Sulu had humored him.) But he was willing to bet that Sulu was spending a fair amount more time in there than he would normally do. Which was fine, Ianto understood that the bathroom did seem a lot less, well, eerie than the room did.

He figured he might at least try getting ready for bed, changing quickly into the shorts and t-shirt that he'd adopted as his pajamas for the duration of the virus. He was trying very hard to pretend that everything was alright, that he wasn't getting a little spooked himself about all of this, because he knew it was the right thing to do for Sulu. He'd just... He'd just get into bed, like there was nothing wrong, and wait for Sulu to join him, and then if they clung to each other a bit more during the night than they might have otherwise done, that was fine. They both understood that the situation was less than ideal, as it was, with their night visitors.

Ianto lay down on the bed, slipping under the sheets, letting his mind wander. Aside from the ghosts, the cruise really hadn't been all that bad. He'd even gone swimming once, which really wasn't something he did all that often. But there was no masking the nights, and the way that the ghosts and Sulu's masked but still noticeable freaking out about the ghosts had kept him up more often than not.

After a few moments of thinking, the bed dipped behind him, an arm coming to loop around his waist. He sighed into the touch, and a cool kiss was pressed to the back of his neck. At least they had each other in this, right? That made it not nearly as bad as it could have been.

A sound echoed from the bathroom, and with all of the random noises happening, Ianto didn't think that much of it. Until he heard Sulu curse. From inside the bathroom. He stiffened, his eyes shooting open, the arm still wrapped around his waist, the presence still at his back. "...Sulu?" he called out. Please, god, let him just have hallucinated Sulu's voice from the other room...

Sulu swore loudly as the water changed from lukewarm to ice cold, quickly moving to rinse out the shampoo; the water, however, chose that moment to shut off completely, leaving him with soap in his eyes and a string of swears coming out of his mouth. He grabbed a towel and went to the sink, feeling around until he finally turned on the faucet, rinsing out the soap and then stepping back. He heard Ianto calling out his name - sounding... no, he just sounded strained, maybe like he was expecting something.

"Yeah?" he called back, trying to blink his eyes and only managing to get more soap in them. He leaned over to splash water in his face and felt a cold chill run up his spine - deeper than anything the water could have caused. Shuddering a bit, he forced himself to not turn around, and absolutely refused to look into the mirror. Who knew what might be looking back at him from behind?

The arm still around his waist, a chest pressed up against his back, Ianto very clearly and distinctly heard Sulu's voice responding to him. Coming from inside the bathroom. ...SHIT.

With as much dignity as he could muster, considering the situation he'd inadvertently found himself in, Ianto threw back the covers, launched himself from the bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. He felt no need to turn and look and see if there actually had been anyone there, especially not if there was something to look at lying in the bed still. He knew what he felt, and it had been a solid presence, a solid arm and pair of lips that had touched him, not some ghostly brush or whatever people sometimes talked about. He really, really didn't need an image to go along with that.

He thanked all the gods he could think of that Sulu hadn't locked the door to the bathroom, and all but ripped it open, throwing himself inside before shutting the door forcefully behind him. He leaned back against the door, holding it shut, his breathing coming fast and definitely not from how quickly he'd just moved across the bedroom. He swallowed hard. He'd probably have to explain himself to Sulu, in a few moments, but right then, he just really needed to be not alone in the bedroom anymore.

Sulu leaped away from the sink as the door flew open, one hand grabbing the towel he'd wrapped around his waist, the other flailing ineffectually as he realized the following things: 1) you could not hit a ghost, so punching was useless; 2) Ianto was not a ghost and therefore not someone to hit; and 3) Ianto had run into the bathroom and was now panicking against the door.

Pausing, Sulu gulped and tried to give Ianto a casually curious look. It failed utterly as his expression revealed just how freaked out he was by Ianto's sudden appearance. "Ianto? - What happened?"

Ianto shook his head, trying to get his breathing under control. He couldn't tell Sulu about what'd happened, not while they were still in the room, not while...whatever it was that had just done that was still out there. God, he didn't even know if they were safe in the bathroom, or if it'd find them there too. Knocking things down and changing the water temperature was one thing. This had been solid, it had touched him, and he wanted out. Now.

Ianto took a step forward. He hadn't exactly calmed down, but he didn't think that he could, all things considered. He reached out, and grabbed Sulu by the forearm, not thinking about the fact that Sulu was in front of him dressed in nothing more than a towel and that he probably needed his arm to keep that towel on, or that his grip was probably a lot tighter than it might normally have been. He just knew one thing.

"We need to leave. We need to get out of this room and we need to leave. Now," Ianto said, his voice not exactly steady, his pulse still racing.

Sulu reached forward as Ianto gasped for breath, putting a hand on his shoulder. He could feel his own shoulders tensing as worry and a healthy dose of fear filled him, Ianto's expression and panic doing nothing to help him out. When Ianto moved and grabbed his arm, he switched hands easily, grabbing the towel tight in his other hand and letting Ianto pull him.

Because, the fact of the matter was that if Ianto was freaking out - Ianto, the one who dealt with things that were far more paranormal than the things Starfleet dealt with, who had damned ghost machines for crying out loud, was panicking, and that made Sulu even less eager to stay in the room than he had been before.

"Okay," he said quickly, "All right." He didn't want to ask what had happened - he didn't want to know. He knew he should probably grab some clothes, but... fuck it.

Ianto was very grateful that Sulu didn't put up a fight at all, didn't say so much as a single word to question him. He gripped Sulu's forearm tight, and cautiously opened the door. Assuring himself that there was nothing in the way of the path from the bathroom to the parlor room or whatever that other room was, Ianto stepped forward and walked briskly through the bedroom to the parlor room. He did not look at the bed, he did not stop and pick up any of his belongings, and he did not let Sulu grab any sort of clothes. He had a towel, he wasn't completely naked, and he was sure that Sulu'd understand once he explained himself. Which he would do as soon as they were out of there.

Upon reaching the parlor room, he wasted no time in dragging Sulu to the door. He had every intention of turning the knob and getting them the hell out of there. There was a minor flaw in this plan, however. The doorknob wasn't budging. Not a single bit. He pulled the key out of his pocket, fitting it in the lock. Maybe it was just stuck? He spun the key around, unlocking the mechanism, and moving to turn the doorknob again. Still no luck. He tried again. It wouldn't move at all. "No, no, no, come on. Don't do this," Ianto said, trying the lock one more time and having it fail on him again. "Shit!" He sounded decidedly less than pleased with this turn of events, really.

Sulu almost made a grab for a pair of jeans lying crumpled by the bed, then thought better of it as Ianto continued to pull him towards the parlor - if Ianto was going to run out of the room in his shorts like that, Sulu was positive he could deal with being in a towel. He'd never seen Ianto this before; Sulu hadn't realized that Ianto's rationalization and general level-headedness had been the ground he'd needed during this entire haunting, to keep him from panicking too badly, but now that it was all but gone, he was quickly seeing the difference.

The lights started to flicker like candles in the wind as Ianto tried the door, that ugly, terrifying cold chill sweeping down Sulu's spine like a - like someone -

Sulu spun and slammed his back up against the wall beside Ianto, trying to decide if closing his eyes or keeping watch for the possibly physical manifestations would be better. "Ianto," he said, in a very quiet and strained voice that rose in pitch as he spoke, "I don't want to point out the obvious, but our room is haunted and up until now, I could mostly deal with that, but now I am starting to panic and I think I need that door open now thank you."

Well. The calm rationalization of the last few nights had been great while it had lasted.

Ianto tried the door one more time, but still it remained locked. He heard the mechanism turning, he knew that the door was unlocking every time he turned the key, but something was negating that. He thought about trying to find something to pick the lock, but he didn't think that that would work anyway, what with the way his hands were shaking and also with the fact that he'd still get it unlocked to find that the door wouldn't open. Something didn't want them to get out of the room, and that something was more powerful than a simple key in a door.

Ianto lay his head against the door. He heard the panic bubbling up in Sulu's voice, knew that he'd just terrified the other man with how effected he was by this whole ghost thing. He'd been strong for him up until then, but the ghost climbing into bed with him had rocked him, and he needed to get his footing. "Sulu, it's no use," he said, trying to keep his voice low and as calming as he could, because the other man really wasn't going to like what he had to say, "I'm sorry. The door, it... It won't open. I've tried the lock a dozen times, but it's. It's no use. It's not going to let us leave. Not tonight." As Ianto spoke, a shadow passed over the two of them, like someone had walked in front of the light, and yet Ianto knew for a fact that no one had. He shivered.

No, that was not what Sulu had wanted to hear. It was possibly the exact opposite of what he'd wanted to hear. He didn't like the way Ianto was referring to the general feeling of unease as "it", like it was personified - which it clearly was, but Sulu didn't want to believe that. He - didn't quite see the shape that passed in front of the light, not really, but it was almost like a shadow in the corner of his eye. He tensed his shoulders, tried to calm himself down.

"This is a bad time to mention that I'm Not good with ghosts," Sulu mumbled to Ianto, "I'm really, really not good with ghosts." He didn't like the cold air, or the feeling of eyes on them, or the footsteps, or the damned things trying to touch them, and he wasn't sure he could keep it together long enough to deal with this.

Ianto restrained himself from telling Sulu that he'd noticed long before, on that first night when Sulu'd woken him up because things had just been odd, that Sulu really didn't seem all too keen on paranormal things. He didn't mention that he'd rationalized things that he wouldn't normally rationalize, just so Sulu would feel a little better about what it was that was going on in their room.

There was a sound in the bedroom, like the noise of one of their suitcases being dragged across the floor. Ianto shivered and stepped closer to Sulu, trying to stay as calm as he could, putting himself between Sulu and the noise. "I know. I'm sorry. If... If I had known about this, I would've...I don't know, propped the door. Found someone to call so we could get out. I just... I didn't think it'd be that bad. It'd never touched either of us before..." Oops. Maybe... Maybe he shouldn't have said that. No. He really probably shouldn't have said that.

"...Touched?" Sulu turned his head to look at Ianto, eyes narrowing a bit, though the rest of his expression betrayed how freaked he was. "What do you mean, touched?"

Because, despite his fear, despite the fact that ghosts - spirits, entities, whatever they were - despite the fact they scared him, terrified him even, they were incorporeal. The most they did was throw things around; maybe they'd stack furniture, or make noises, but they never, never were supposed to touch the people they were haunting. If they did, it moved from the realm of "acceptable fear" to "terror," and Sulu... Sulu couldn't do that.

"I really don't want to be in here, Ianto," he said weakly, listening to the suitcase being opened and the whisper of noise the clothes inside made as they were taken out. He tried not to focus on the fact that he could almost hear some kind of talking, or humming.

Ianto swallowed. "Well, I mean that..." he trailed off. Did he really want to tell Sulu about what'd happened? He wasn't sure how the other man would handle that sort of information. He listened to the...whatever it was, unpacking one of their suitcases, almost frustrated by that, because he'd just had to refold all the clothes and put them back in there that morning, had to sift through the entire suite and find all the clothes that had been tossed about, identify whether they were Sulu's or his, and then put them back in their respective suitcases. He really did want to have to do so again. ...but he would.

He sighed. He didn't want to lie to Sulu, because once he started, he was convinced that it would open a door that would never close, so. "I mean... That while I was waiting for you in the shower, it..." He dropped his eyes to the ground, so Sulu couldn't see the fear in them as he continued, his voice dropping low too. "That it climbed...it climbed into bed with me and it. There was an arm around me, and it..." He couldn't say the part about the kiss, he just couldn't. "I thought it was you, but then you weren't in the room so, I..." Ianto was pretty sure he almost heard a giggle from the other room, and it sent chills down his spine.

Oh, no.

Sulu practically felt the blood drain from his face as Ianto spoke, eyes narrowing and moving to look towards the bedroom. He heard that laugh - it sent shivers down his spine to hear it, to know that something was in this room and had touched Ianto, and apparently thought it was fucking funny.

Sulu had two different actions he could take at the moment. The normal route at this point, with the fear and hot-cold adrenaline running through his veins, was to try everything to get the hell out of the room. But Sulu knew that there was no safety out there - people had been seeing ghosts out there, and there was nothing to say the thing wasn't going to just follow them.

The other option was to let that adrenaline take over, embrace that fear and move past it to get pissed off at some dead... demonic son of a bitch to try touching either of them.

Sulu squeezed Ianto's hand tightly, and then growled, shouting in the direction of the bedroom, "You think that's funny, asshole?!" Sure, he sounded scared, but he sounded pissed too, and that was the point. The giggling stopped dead and Sulu snarled, "That's right, you shut the fuck up and don't touch either of us!"

Oh, wow. Ianto blinked. Sulu... Well, on top of sound pretty freaked out, like he had been before, there was a really dangerous tone to his voice, a really angry and feral quality, and well. While Ianto appreciated the sentiments, and probably given a normal situation would have more than welcomed the other man backing him up that ferociously, he... He wasn't sure that it was such a great idea there and then, considering that they were up against ghosts, and well. They couldn't hurt a ghost, but a ghost could probably get them, if it really tried.

Ianto squeezed Sulu's hand gently, putting his other hand overtop of the other man's, trying to comfort and calm him down. "Sulu..." he said, softly. "Maybe... Maybe it's best if we didn't--"

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sound of one of the lamps in the bedroom crashing against the wall in a sudden, very loud sound of broken glass, that made Ianto jump a little in surprise, and stop everything that he had been about to say. It was probably too late by then, anyway, the initial damage had been done.

"I'm not letting it touch you again," Sulu said, holding Ianto's hand tightly. He found himself nearly charging up, as though this was just the beginning of a very loud yelling match with a non-corporeal being. And then there was the sound of glass shattering as a lamp hit the wall that separated them from the bedroom. "Shit," he hissed, recoiling because if it was getting violent...

He wasn't sure where to go or what to do at that point, an the sound of glass crunching underfoot made Sulu pull Ianto back, away from the wall an away from the door. And then the footsteps changed from slow and steady to a quick dash, and one of the crystal glasses on the coffee table flew at Sulu, crashing a foot or so away from him against the wall. "Shit!"

Shit was right. Ianto very much agreed with that statement. Up until things had started to be thrown around, his largest concern was staying calm and the possibility of not getting a single wink of sleep that night, but now... Now he was more concerned for their safety, and getting out of there unharmed. There was a serious possibility that one of them was going to get hit with something that this thing decided to throw at them, or cut by one of the shards of glass, and that had stepped the terror of the situation up a few notches. "I'm...I'm not sure that it touching me is going to be the issue, anymore..." he said, quietly.

Rule number one of paranormal investigating, which unfortunately Sulu hadn't known about, and really, why should he have? Don't try to provoke whatever it is, especially if there's a chance for it to get violent. Ianto...didn't know what to do. There wasn't any way out, there wasn't a safe place to hide and wait it out, they were in the thick of it all. He heard a loud whisper, sounding like his name, coming from the space between his head and Sulu's, and then the settee shifted very quickly, rotating in its place almost a foot's distance.

A metal cigar box on the desk by the window started rattling, and it was all Ianto could do to tug Sulu out of the way before it went crashing to where his shoulder had been a second ago, leaving a dent in the wall before thudding to the ground. Shit just about covered it. "Christ! Are you alright?" he asked, glad that he'd noticed the thing flying at them before it had been too late.

Getting a metal tin thrown at him had a way of making Sulu really regret getting angry and lashing out. Mostly because there was nothing for him to fight off - it couldn't be put into a chokehold; they couldn't even see the thing, know if it was by them, if it wasn't -

"I'm fine," he said weakly, keeping his eyes locked on the room instead of Ianto - he wasn't going to let the same thing happen twice, and he was going to make sure to get out of the way himself, next time. "Probably... shouldn't have said that," Sulu mumbled, as the desk pulled away from against the wall and then slid as though it were on wheels, slamming into the wall across from them.

Ianto shook his head, clutching at Sulu's hand as he watched the furniture moving around of its own accord. Really, those pieces were heavy. There should absolutely be no way that the desk sliding across the floor like that was even possible, let alone with a force great enough to make it hit the wall that violently.

Ianto frantically tried to remember all the training that he'd gone through for Torchwood One. It'd been a lot more in-depth than anything Jack made the others who'd joined Torchwood Three go through. Yvonne had been nothing if not thorough, cold, heartless hag that she was. On top of psychic training, minor combat training, and all other sorts of sessions he'd had to sit through, he was pretty sure that they'd covered at least something that might be helpful in this.

"We..." Ianto called out, stepping in front of Sulu just in case his trying to talk made anything happen, trying to make his voice steady, "we're sorry to have...to have offended you! My friend here, he..." God, he felt mad, talking to thin air. "He's just not used to these sorts of things. Listen. If... If you could just unlock the door, then we'd be--!" A chill went up his whole side, the one furthest away from Sulu, and something that felt like a very cool hand pressed against his cheek, causing Ianto to cut his sentence short, his tone tilting upwards in surprise. As much as he was trying to play the strong role, there, he really wasn't ready for it to touch him again, and so he quickly backed away from it, and right into Sulu.

Edited 2010-10-02 00:30 (UTC)

Telling this thing that they were sorry was, first of all, a lie, because the only thing Sulu was sorry for was that he couldn't beat it up. It was also apparently the wrong thing to say, as Ianto's voice pitched and he stepped back. Sulu grabbed him by the shoulder and watched as the lights flickered, dousing the room in darkness for a few moments before returning.

"I don't think that's going to help either," Sulu mumbled into Ianto's ear, feeling woefully underprepared standing there with Ianto in a towel. He knew that he'd probably made the wrong move, yelling at the thing, and his fear was compounded when he heard that godforsaken voice call out Ianto's name from somewhere near the settee. The decanter and the caddy it was in shook, rattling against the coffee table. Sulu suddenly didn't care that he wasn't exactly dressed for a haunting, so long as all that crystal stayed the hell away from them.

Ianto weighed their options. Provoking it obviously wasn't the right way to go about things, since having things thrown at him, or well, thrown at Sulu, generally wasn't the best of circumstances, but. He really didn't want that thing to ever touch him again, if he could help it, so. Apologizing and trying to reason with it wasn't going to work either. He didn't exactly appreciate Sulu pointing out that it didn't, though.

"Look, I... I'm trying here," Ianto whispered back to Sulu. "I know that you only had my best interests in mind, and that well, you're really not used to this sort of thing at all, but. Yelling at it really wasn't the best thing to've done back there," Ianto said, his eyes never leaving the decanter on the table. It started to shake more violently in its place, like whatever it was was trying hard to pick it up and throw it, but it hadn't mustered enough strength to do so yet. "Just...just play along, and maybe we'll actually make it out of here at some point, alright?"

In all fairness, Ianto had pointed out Sulu's yelling hadn't worked, too. "If it hadn't decided to touch you," he hissed, "I wouldn't be yelling at it." As far as he was concerned, this was all the ghost's fault.

Still, Ianto had far more knowledge on how to handle ghosts an the like, so he fell silent, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes because, this whole thing just was too much for him at that moment.

"Yeah," he said, directing his voice towards the decanter, "I'm... sorry about that." If Ianto felt crazy talking to thin air, he had no idea how Sulu felt.

Well, in truth, it really was the ghost's fault. If the ghost hadn't done anything, than there would be no reason for them to be in the parlor, trying to reason with it after being upset by its actions. Ianto winced at the tone in Sulu's voice as he spoke back to him, knowing that this wasn't easy on the other man, and that he was going to have to be exceptionally understanding in all of this.

As Sulu spoke to the ghost, Ianto squeezed his hand in support. He was really glad that Sulu was humoring him and making the effort to try things that were definitely less than an exact science, like reasoning with ghosts. "We're..." Ianto swallowed, picking up where Sulu left of. "We're not going to do any more yelling at you, so. In return, could you... Could you please calm down a little? We're... We're not trying to do anything to harm you..."

The decanter slowly stopped rattling in its place on the table, and the room fell eerily silent as all of the noise from things moving about suddenly stopped. "Th-thank you," he said in response to the ghost, although he turned to look at Sulu, addressing him as well. There was another whispering, the same voice as before, repeating his name, and then the giggles that had happened before. He wasn't sure how it knew his name, or why it kept repeating it, but he figured that if how it had reacted before was any sort of clue, he should probably just let it keep repeating, however uneasy it made him feel.

Sulu felt absolutely ridiculous about them talking to thin air; it was possibly one of the most insane things to happen to him in a while. Still, he knew that there was something else in there with them, something invisible and something that wanted to mess around with them enough to hurt them. There was too much that could go wrong for Sulu to risk letting his panic and nerves get to him.

He hated that it kept calling out for Ianto. He didn't want it to say either of their names - he wanted it to get the hell away from them and stop ruining what was very nearly going to be an amazing vacation. Fuck.

"...What now?" Sulu asked Ianto quietly, keeping an eye on the decanter.

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