Ianto could never forget the fear he had as a child. Nowadays he thinks that no child should ever go through it. He thinks back to those cold hard nights, he remembers fear, pain but most of all…blood. Stirring the gangs coffee ianto tried with all his might not to let the tears fall. He puts the coffees on a tray and makes his way round.

As usual Tosh said thanks with a heartfelt smile and Owen giving a grunt of approval but when he got to Gwen she was staring at him.

"Ianto sweetheart what's the matter?"

Ianto looked at her puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"You're crying"

Ianto almost dropped the coffee tray wiping away the few tears that were sliding down his face. Instantly he made an excuse.

"Oh pay no attention my eyes are just watering they do that sometimes"

He said with a faked hearty laugh. She smiled at him sympathetically and thanked him for the coffee. He could feel her gaze on his back as he made his way to jack's office. He knocked lightly on the door.

"Coffee Sir?"

Jack looked up and smiled.

"Go on then"

Ianto placed it on his desk almost spilling it everywhere as he was still thinking of the earlier memories as a child.

"Ianto are you ok?"

Jack asked with a concerned look on his face. Ianto realized he was crying again. He wiped them away furiously.

"Yes Sir"

And with that he walked out of the office and went to his desk in the tourist's office. He sat in his chair and leant back. He sat there staring into space thinking about his childhood.

Ianto could hear his dad pounding up the stairs. He knew he was in for it this time even though he didn't know why this time.

"Ianto Jones"

His dad yelled bursting into the room throwing the door open so hard it nearly flew off. Ianto stood up quickly as if he was a soldier standing at attention. He only stood there for a few seconds till his dad's hand came into contact with his cheek with such a thwack you could hear in France. Ianto wasn't sure what he had done for the thwack this time. He soon found out.

"Don't you ever come into this house again with muddy feet do you hear me boy?"

His dad yelled, getting red in the face. Ianto scrabbled himself up quickly trying not to cry.

"Yes daddy"

He said without his voice cracking. After another few hard slaps round the face his dad stormed out of the room. Ianto closed his door and fell down and cried his heart out. That wasn't the first time his dad had hit him. And it wasn't the worst. And it wasn't the last. He never knew what he did wrong it wasn't as if all five year olds know right from wrong.