torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH SULU]

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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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Ianto bit his lip at Sulu's words. "That's alright, I'm not going to force you to do anything of the sort," he said. It's just that... What other option was there?

Ianto took the wet cloth from Sulu's other hand, and spent a minute or two just working on getting him cleaned up a little, using the time to think. The only times the ghost had done something violent, along the lines of what they needed it to do, had been when it Sulu'd raised his voice, either to it, or to Ianto himself.

Ianto put down the towel, deeming the blood to be as cleaned up as he could get it, and sighed. "We just... We need to figure out a way to get it riled up enough to do something like what we need it to. Need to come up with some way of upsetting it. And really, the only time it did anything like that was out of some sort of perverse desire to protect me from you. How...? How else could we get it that angry, either than you yelling at me?" If yelling was out, taking a swing at him was probably a definite no as well. What other ways were there to make something that was sort of obsessive over him angry? ...unless.

"It's not like..." Sulu groaned a bit and pressed harder on their hands over his wound. Everything else was starting to come into focus, his sight and hearing, but that just made it impossible to ignore the painful throbbing. He needed a sedative and a nap in the medbay, that was for sure. It was also for sure that he wasn't going to get that, so he just sighed and continued on. "If it really worked, I... could yell at you, I guess, but. It'd be fake. I'm not angry at you. I've never been angry at you." Which wasn't strictly true, but it wasn't a lie either. "I'm too fuzzy to be really angry at anything right now, even it."

He laughed, weakly, but still attempting to try and keep them both from sinking into more despair and fear than they already had. "And I'm too zen to stay mad for long, even if we tried to rile me up. It's a curse."

Ianto bit his lip at Sulu's groan. He wanted to give him something, do something, anything to make Sulu feel even the littlest bit better at that moment. What's more is that he was going to have to ask the man to get up and help him upset a ghost enough to break them out of there. He recognized Sulu's attempts to keep the mood up, and appreciated them too, but. Really, he wouldn't be happy until the two of them were safely out of there and he'd gotten Sulu to some sort of medical attention.

It seemed like it'd been enough time for the bleeding to stop, on Sulu's head, but Ianto wasn't going to move and take any chances quite just yet, keeping his hand firmly pressed there underneath Sulu's own. "...do you think that you might be able to insult it, though? Like. If we were to do something to upset it, do you think you'd be able to say something that would really piss it off?" he asked, cocking his head at Sulu. They kind of really needed a plan, and that was as good as Ianto had, at that moment.

Sulu didn't have to give that a second thought; he laughed and nodded, again just letting his head tilt slightly. "Yeah," he grinned, though it looked a little wrong considering how unsteady he was, "I think I can insult it. I think I would love to insult it. I hate it and it needs to leave us alone." Sulu had no problem with the idea of insulting it. He wanted nothing more than to show it that he was in command. He was terrified of the idea of it possessing him, or managing to kill him, or hurting Ianto, but he was more determined to get them out before anything like that could happen to focus on his fear.

"I have no problem with any of that."

Ianto looked at Sulu, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about everything in that moment, but what choice did he have? Absolutely none whatsoever. He could only hope that Sulu knew what he was doing, and that he would be enough help to get the other man out of the way of any more danger fast enough. Not that he didn't trust Sulu's reflexes normally, but. He'd missed the decanter normally, who knows what horrible things could happen now. They hadn't even figured out if Sulu could walk straight, or well, at all without getting nauseous for that matter. This was such a terrible idea, he decided, but they didn't have anything better, so.

He pressed the towel to Sulu's head for a little bit longer. Had it been enough time yet? He didn't want to take away the pressure too quickly, but at the same time, he just really wanted to get Sulu dressed and then get them the hell out of there. "...how are you feeling?" he asked. "Do you think you're going to be up for running like hell away from it, when the time comes?" Ianto asked, seriously meaning it. There was only so much he could do to help help Sulu dodge things without at least some help from Sulu himself.

Sulu took a moment to go over his internal checklist, trying to gauge how good he actually was. The answer was... he wasn't prepared for any of this. But, there was one thing he did know; he was capable of doing amazing things while injured, if only he had the motivation for it.

Gently pulling Ianto's hand away from his head, he felt no bloodflow, and he turned his head to look at Ianto. He definitely had motivation for this.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine. I can do this. Let's just..." He did feel woozy, still, and he wanted a nice long nap and some water, but. "Let's just do this." He tilted his head carefully towards the suitcase, "Grab me some jeans. I'm not really going to care about a shirt right now." Or underwear, even. The sooner they got out of here, the better.

Ianto checked the wound after Sulu pulled the towel away from it. It...looked pretty nasty, but it didn't seem to be actively bleeding anymore. They must've been sitting there in the bathroom for longer than Ianto'd thought. He bit his lip, nodding at Sulu's request, and moving over to the suitcase to grab a pair of jeans for him, having the presence of mind to stick his comm into the pocket before turning to Sulu. He paused then, though. Not really knowing how good the other man was on his feet yet, he wasn't sure he should just hand him over a potential hazard and let him just roll with it...

Ianto put the jeans down on the edge of the tub, and reached a hand down to Sulu, bracing his feet to help pull him up. "Here," he said. "You're going to need to stand up for this," he said. Based on how good Sulu was when he was upright, Ianto was going to make an executive decision about the jeans. He had a feeling, though, judging by the pain-glazed look in Sulu's eyes, that he was going to have to help more than Sulu probably really wanted him to.

At first, Sulu hesitated to even take Ianto's hand, not quite willing to be so weak and useless even now. But, he finally sighed and allowed Ianto to help him up, keeping a hold of the towel out of some desire for modesty, or maybe just pride.

Everything reeled just a bit as he stood, and he instinctively grabbed Ianto's shoulder to steady himself. All right, okay. He knew the ground wasn't going anywhere, and that he was only sensing the slight rocking of the ship because of his vertigo, but it was still a little uneasy. Still, he smiled determinedly at Ianto and held out a hand. "Jeans, please," he said, though he didn't move his hand from Ianto's shoulder. He was going to need Ianto to hold him up. Shit. "...I'm. I'm probably going to need..." You know, Ianto. Help. He didn't want to say it - he really didn't want to say it. But there they were. "I'll need some help."

Ianto nodded, taking Sulu's statement in stride. As silly as it was, he was proud of him for actually asking for help, for overcoming his own pride and recognizing that he needed Ianto's aid. On one hand, it made Ianto concerned for just how Sulu was doing exactly, but on the other hand, it helped Ianto reassure himself that Sulu knew his limitations, and wasn't going to make this any more unsafe than it already was, ghosts and concussions and all. "Yeah, sure," Ianto said. He put a hand on Sulu's lower back to steady him, needing to bend over to pick up the jeans off the edge of the tub.

"Here," Ianto said, moving to kneel in front of the other man, Sulu's hand still braced on his shoulder, arranging the jeans on the ground in just the right way, "just step into them. Hold on to me if you need to. I'm not going anywhere, and I'd really rather you did anyway, instead of trying to play the hero, alright?" He realized that this wasn't the best of situations, and that yes, Sulu was embarrassed about it, but if they both just got over how awkward it was to be dressing Sulu like this, they'd get it done much faster.

If Sulu had to be in an embarrassing situation, then he was going to try and play it off as best as possible. It was his least favorite thing in the world, but these kinds of situations were exactly why he'd developed a pretty strong sense of humor. It made the embarrassment of having to be helped into his pants a little less mortifying.

Stepping into the scrunched up legs, Sulu sighed made a face, putting a hand on Ianto's shoulder once more as he bent forward just a bit. Yeah, he wasn't going to be pulling those up. As long as he stayed level, he wouldn't feel like he was going to topple over, so. "This was supposed to be a vacation," he groused. "A vacation where this was supposed to happen in reverse. I didn't even want to factor pants into it."

Ianto smiled as Sulu talked. "Well. There was the one night, at least," Ianto said, guiding the pant legs in the right direction for Sulu. "Before all of this started." Some cynical part of Ianto couldn't help wondering if all of this was going wrong because they'd had that one moment of hope and relaxation, but he quickly brushed that aside.

Recognizing that Sulu couldn't very well bend over to pull the jeans up himself, Ianto bit his lip, and as nonchalantly as he could, pulled them up to Sulu's waist, tossing the towel aside and deftly (and carefully) fastening and zipping them closed so Sulu wouldn't have to let go of his shoulder and do so with nothing to hold onto. He stepped forward, looking at the the head wound once more. Well, it didn't seem to be any worse than it had when they'd taken the towel off of it, so. Small miracles.

Ianto leaned forward, and gave Sulu a chaste kiss in support. "We'll have a vacation. Sometime. Without a ghost to worry about. You and me. Even if I have to take off from work to make it happen," he promised. In the meantime though. He looked Sulu in the eye. "Are you ready for this? Do you need another moment?" Once they set foot outside the bathroom door, as it was, there was probably no turning back.

One night wasn't enough for Sulu, who had actually really liked the whole cruise ship thing. He could have even tolerated the footsteps. They still would have gotten the early part of the evenings to be alone. But no. Sometimes, he had to wonder if just being in Starfleet led to all these simple things going horribly wrong.

Sulu allowed himself to be indignant about the whole thing for a brief moment as Ianto dressed him, but then felt nothing but grateful. After all, he wasn't sure he could do it himself, and he needed all his wits for this next part. But when Ianto kissed him, he really just wanted to stay in the bathroom. It wasn't so bad. They could sleep on the floor.

"Jack'll love that," Sulu said sourly, before leaning to rest his forehead against Ianto's shoulder, taking a minute to run through all the various ways he would love to use to piss that damned ghost off. "I'm going to take you to an alien planet to make up for this," he said finally, leaning back and, surprisingly, staying steady on his feet. "Yeah, I'm ready. We should do it before I black out, or something."

As Sulu leaned his head against Ianto's shoulder, Ianto brought a hand up to gently rest on the back of his neck. His fingers were cool, both because the room was and always had been on the chilly side, and also because they got like that, when he was tense. He hoped it felt good, for that moment at least. "Yeah, well. Jack can stuff it. If he doesn't think that I need a vacation after continuously being put through things like these, he can just fire me," Ianto said, knowing full well that Jack would never do such a thing. He straightened as Sulu did too, watching him for any signs of swaying. None? So far, so good.

Ianto frowned at his words, though. Maybe Sulu only meant them in jest, maybe he didn't, Ianto really didn't know how Sulu felt, whether that might be a possibility or not. If it was, though...best not take their chances, and do as Sulu asked instead. Ianto led them carefully to the door, opening it and peering out. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing flew at them as Ianto led them a cautious step out into the bedroom. Well, so far so good. Now what? He turned and looked at Sulu, his eyes searching. If he really didn't feel up to this, they could turn right around and just hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the night, it was safe enough. But he had to say the word now, or otherwise... The sooner they started this whole thing, the sooner they'd (hopefully) get out of there.

Sulu himself had no idea whether or not he was going to pass out, but instead of worrying about it, he pushed the thought from his mind and followed Ianto's tentative steps into the room. Everything seemed fine. Nothing lashed out, and for a moment, Sulu wondered if the thing was even still in there.

But, then again, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, and that wasn't from the cold room. Taking a breath, he grabbed Ianto's hand - for show and for support - and moved them both forward another step. "Are you still in here?" he called, and when he heard a soft thud, like something being set down on the carpet, he said, "What, are you scared now? Realized that you're out of your league with Ianto here?" He managed, somehow, to fit disdain into his tone - an emotion he'd never so much as felt before. Luckily, he'd heard it enough around the Academy to know how to imitate it. Hopefully that would be enough.

It apparently was, as a lamp on top of the dresser shuddered, like it was about to lash out at them. Sulu hoped he could dodge it.

Contrary to the movement of the lamp, though, it was actually Ianto's shaving kit, right next to it, that the ghost chose to toss at them next. Although not as damaging as a decanter, the thing would pack a pretty good punch. Ianto hurriedly tugged Sulu away from the trajectory of the thing, pulling him closer to himself as he watched the bag crash into the wall, spilling its contents onto the floor beside them.

"He's right," Ianto said, deciding to help with the goading. The goal was to keep it angry at just Sulu, so that at least one of them would be relatively safe from it, but he could still egg it on. "I've already got people that I care for. People...people much more alive than you."

That's when the lamp was sent crashing in their direction, Ianto barely having enough time to propel them far enough away from the the trajectory of both the lamp base and the electric chord attached to it that whipped out in their direction obviously not of its own accord. The drawers to the dresser rattled ominously, shifting a little in their tracks. Well. Apparently this insulting thing was working, at least?

Sulu stepped with Ianto, thankfully refraining from stumbling as the shaving kit slammed into the wall. Yeah, that was definitely hitting a sore spot. Ianto didn't necessarily need to help, no, but the more things it threw at them, the better chance they had of something heavy getting thrown when they were near the door.

At least, that was what Sulu was hoping. "Much more alive," Sulu said, sounding more than a little cocky - something he'd felt before, sure, but most of it was mimicking Jim at this point - "And, you know. More handsome. Two of us, even," he added, talking a bit fast out of the inherent fear as he moved towards the sitting room, "So you're really out of luck. I mean, who would like a ghost flirting with them when they're already involved with handsome, living, warm people?"

The mirror that had fallen on the first night, still on the floor where they'd left it, suddenly moved, hurled at them from the sitting area, but Sulu knew they couldn't go back towards the bathroom, so he pulled Ianto with him as he dropped to the ground to avoid being hit.

Ianto landed on the carpet abruptly as Sulu pulled him down, thankfully not on top of the other man. That's all they needed--to escape the ghost's attempts to hurt the other man only to end up doing it himself. Luckily, thanks to Sulu's efforts, the mirror missed them completely. But the dresser drawers started shifting more violently, opening and closing with much more force than before. Ianto scrambled to his feet, dragging Sulu with him and propelling them out the doorway into the sitting room just in time for the dresser to launch itself forward very, very abruptly, all of the drawers flying at where they might have been a second ago.

"Shit," Ianto said. He was breathing hard, absolutely freaked out by this point. So far, it was working, but how many times could they successfully escape these things before they got it riled up enough to toss the sofa or the desk? They were headed on the right track, but it would probably be best if they just headed for a grand finale of sorts.

"Never mind the flirting," Ianto said, gripping Sulu's arm tightly as he edged them towards the door, standing in front of it. "You're dead. You're not solid. There's no chance in hell you have something that I don't already have. Besides, being a ghost and all, you most certainly can't do this..." he said, turning and looking at Sulu, giving him a look that he hoped conveyed the fact that he had to do something to make the ghost very, very jealous of him, and that they were almost certainly going to be in a lot of danger shortly thereafter.

Sulu kept a tight grip on Ianto's arm, just as freaked as the other man but - well. He was determined to get them through this, to get them out of here by any means necessary, and he couldn't help but feel a bit cocky now that he knew the ghost was so easy to rile.

As Ianto grabbed him and started moving towards the door, Sulu followed, watching as practically everything around them shuddered and shook as they passed, like the ghost couldn't decide what to hurl at them next. Ianto's words and the look in his eyes made Sulu want to grin with a bit of malicious glee - and then he reached up and cupped both of Ianto's cheeks in his hands, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. It was the kind of kiss that really wasn't supposed to happen in front of company, or even while clothed, but that was sort of the point.

Still kissing Ianto, Sulu moved a hand from Ianto's cheek and flipped off the room as a whole, because he won. No matter what happened then and there, he won.

And then he was being grabbed by the back of the neck by something with supernatural strength and was then sent crashing through the heavy wood door backwards. Sulu, at least, managed to wrap his arms around his head to try and prevent more damage as he passed through splintered wood and landed with a painful thud in the ship's hall.

Ianto manages to kiss Sulu back, just to put on a show, for a few moments, because why not go full out in pissing this thing off. Apparently, that backfired, though, when suddenly Sulu was ripped away from him and sent flying through the really quite sturdy and heavy wooden door backwards. Ianto shot a terrified look around the room, and all but threw himself after the other man, through the wrecked door. "Oh my god," he stammered, kneeling down beside Sulu. "Oh god. Oh hell. Christ..."

Without even thinking, and only checking to see that Sulu was still breathing and conscious, he grabbed him around the chest with both hands and pulled him upwards, only able to do so through the sheer strength of his terror. As soon as they were around corner though, Ianto let go of him, moving to get him to sit on the ground and focusing on the man in front of him. "Shit. Here. Sit down, sit." The man who was terrified of ghosts, and had just been thrown through a door by one, after having been concussed by it only a couple of dozen minutes earlier. "Christ, Sulu, are you alright?" Are you alright sounded like a stupid question, actually. He was pretty sure Sulu wasn't alright just from looking at him. But it was all he could think of asking, his brain on autopilot.

Sulu had recognized the series of events that had led to him being pulled up by Ianto; he knew that he'd been thrown through the door, that his shoulder was killing him, his arm was limp and his head was throbbing as bad as before. But - he couldn't quite piece it all together, not clearly. It was a blur of noise and pain and Ianto's voice, and while he liked the last part, he wished the rest of it would come into better focus.

Ianto told Sulu to sit, and he did, groaning as he tried to focus. His head... wasn't faring very well tonight, it seemed, but he hadn't hit it - just his shoulder, his arms, his back. Oh, jeeze, his back. He was going to be so stiff... "Ianto," he mumbled, reaching with the arm that worked, touching the other's shoulder and grinning blearily up at him, "It's... okay." He paused. It'd be better if they could kiss again, but. For now, he'd just close his eyes and lean his head gently against the wall.

"Like bloody hell, it's okay!" Ianto exclaimed. He was not going to calm down. He was going to freak out, now that he had the opportunity to do so. Now that they were away from that room and whatever it was that had been terrorizing them inside of it. "You just got tossed through a door, and you're telling me that it's okay? Shit, man." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get himself to remember how to breathe properly again. He really didn't like how Sulu'd shut his eyes right after that statement.

"What... What happened? Did...hell, please don't tell me you hit your head again," he continued. That's all he needed, Sulu getting a brain hemorrhage or something from all of this. He noted (somewhat belatedly, but that was because he was too busy panicking to think straight) the way Sulu's one arm just...didn't quite look right. "Is... God. You're going to have to talk to me here. I... I can't just assess the damage by sight. I'm nowhere close to being a doctor, I need to know how bad things are, here..."

Sulu's mind went blank for a moment or two as Ianto talked, just... idling, really. He didn't open his eyes when Ianto shouted, and he didn't open them when he asked to know what was wrong. He was tired. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to sleep, not for a while, not with a head injury like the one he had, but he could pretend for a minute, couldn't he?

He groaned again. "No, I... didn't. Don't think so, at least." He grimaced. "Think my shoulder's dislocated. My head's killing me." He squinted at Ianto, "I feel like I got thrown through a door." He didn't think Ianto knew what that felt like, but it bore emphasizing. "The adrenaline wore off somewhere around the time I broke through the wood," he added, "So now I'm. Tired."

Ianto didn't know what it felt to be thrown through a door, dislocating your shoulder in the process, no. But he did know what it felt like to have part of a building collapse in on you, dislocating your shoulder in the process, so he could definitely sympathize with Sulu, there. Ianto lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm... God, I am so sorry." He looked up at Sulu, bringing a shaking hand up to gently brush against Sulu's cheek, before, sitting forward and pressing a kiss against his forehead. "I... We wanted to piss it off, to have it throw something through that door, but. It... It wasn't supposed to be you. It really wasn't..."

"I..." Ianto bit his lip, taking a moment to try and pull himself together. "Your shoulder. It's... It's going to need to be reset. Unless you really want to leave it like that. I'm... I'm not sure where we might be able to find a doctor on this place, and well. That is. I know how to do it. If... If you want me to, that is. Dislocated my own enough to know how it's done..."

Sulu leaned into the hand, then the kiss, head rolling easily with the motions. The muscles of his neck were lax, he was too tired to really keep his head upright. "It's not your fault," he said with a half smile, "I flipped it off." And he'd liked it. God, he would go back in there and taunt that ghost all he could if he wasn't feeling like shit.

"Ugh. No, let's not leave it like this," he said after a minute or two of silence, opening his eyes and tilting his head back again, "I've dislocated it once before. Fencing match. He cheated." He paused, "I won. You can do it, it'll be easier." Besides, part of him thought, delirious, it would be fair payback for having to set Ianto's nose as a teenager.

Ianto kept his hand on Sulu's cheek, not moving it for a few moments for fear that if he let go, he just might send Sulu toppling over, he seemed so unsteady in that moment. He bit his lip again, stroking Sulu's cheek with his thumb for a few moments, before nodding. He didn't have to question whether Sulu's shoulder was dislocated or not. One look at it, seeing as how the other man wasn't wearing a shirt, was enough to be able to tell.

"You might have flipped it off, but it was me that it was trying to defend. Me that it had taken an interest in. If... If that hadn't happened, then maybe we could've spent the last night there in relative peace. And not... Not with you like this. I... God, I've said it already, but. Really. I am so sorry about all of this. I... I really owe you. Seriously, anything. Just name your price, I'll gladly do it for you."

Ianto shifted, moving to sit beside Sulu, instead of in front of him, moving to gently take the hand of the injured arm in his, bending it up so that Sulu's arm made a 90 degree angle, between the forearm and upper arm. He stroked the back of Sulu's hand, knowing that this was going to probably hurt a lot, but make Sulu feel a lot better after he'd done it. "Are you ready for this?" Ianto asked, knowing that no one was really ready for pain, but asking anyway.

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