This story also contains other characters but you can only put one name in...and sorry but they're back.
Jack was woken from a particularly lurid dream by his phone. Opening one eye he reached for his phone.
"Harkness?" he said sleepily.
"Jack?"
It was Gwen.
"Gwen, it's..." he looked at his clock. "Its two in the morning, can't it wait?"
"No Jack, you need to come in, right now.'"
Jack sat up then and within minutes was dressed and out of the apartment he rarely used and running across the Plaza towards the Hub.
He heard the screaming as he ran through the entrance and dashed down the steps and into the med-bay.
Ianto was trying his best to hold down a struggling form on the bed whilst Martha tried to get near the IV with a syringe.
The figure was screaming in a foreign language, and was trying to tear an IV from his arm. The figure then saw Jack and began yelling in English.
"Give them back! Give them back! You bastard, give them back!"
Jack strode over and pushed Ianto out of the way and grabbed hold of the figures arms and with all of his strength held the figure down.
"Martha!" he growled as he strained to keep the yelling figure down.
Martha jumped as if shaken from a daze and quickly injected the contents of the syringe into the IV.
The effect was almost instant and Jack felt the figure's struggles lesson.
Tear reddened eyes looked up at him and his yells faded to whispers.
"Give them back...please."
Then there was silence and only the breathing of those involved in the struggle.
Jack let go of the now unconscious figure and stepped back.
"When did this start?"
The others looked at each other, guilt written all over their faces.
"Well?"
Gwen spoke first. "You were so tired and we thought we could cope..."
Jack cut across her. "No excuses, how long?" he snapped.
"A couple of hours ago," Ianto answered.
Jack's face coloured. "A couple of hours, he's been like that a couple of hours. You should have called me the second he started!"
Martha jumped in then. "Don't yell at them, it was my fault. He woke up and seemed to be lucid...well he was for a while."
"Then he just went into one," Ianto said. "Screaming and yelling and trying to get out of the med-bay."
"It took us over an hour to get him that calm," Gwen said. "He bit Ianto."
Jack frowned then. "Show me."
Ianto held up a bleeding right hand, a tooth mark shape slowly oozing blood.
Jack sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"Fine, let Martha see to that. Martha is he stable enough to be moved?"
Martha nodded. "Why?"
"Then unhook him from the IV. I'm going to put him in a cell."
The others looked at him, shock on their faces.
"You can't, he didn't mean it," Ianto said.
"No, that's unfair," Gwen said.
"I can't treat him..." Martha began to say.
"Enough!" Jack roared. "If he can't be contained to the med-bay, then what choice do I have!"
The trio were stunned into silence and said nothing as they helped him move the recumbent figure down to the cell level.
The occupants of the cells howled as they passed by. Some huddled in one corner and other threw themselves at the glass...they felt it, the power coming from the unconscious form as it passed them.
They kept up the howling until the group had disappeared and even then the occupants of the cells paced unhappily.
Jack stood back and watched as they tried to make the figure as comfortable as you could in a cell.
Gwen and Ianto brushed past Jack, their looks saying all they needed to say.
Martha was the only one who voiced it. "It's not fair Jack, you can't cage him like a wild animal."
Jack said nothing; he just stood and stared at the figure still unaware of where he was.
"Thank you Doctor Jones," was all he said.
Martha put a hand on his shoulder and left the cell.
Jack waited until he heard the door to the cells shut and lock before speaking.
"What do I do?" he addressed the prone figure. "Why won't you let me help you? I love you more than that bastard ever would have."
With that he stepped out of the cell, locked it with his own personal code and left the cells.
The corridor of the deserted warehouse was empty and forgotten and was home only to rats and insects. Dust had begun to gather as dust does in places unlived in.
The dark was a safe haven for the cockroaches as they scurried about the little lives.
Then in the corner of the corridor it began to brighten until it was so light that the cockroaches scurried to find a dark corner and the rats squeaked nervously.
The light turned into a swirling mass and red and orange and the rats ran when figures stepped out of it.
One of the figures held up a gloved hand and held out a device that was flashing a beeping.
The figure spoke into a com." Sir, we have a trace. It's barely registering, but it's there."
"Excellent, follow the signal and report when you have a confirmed reading."
"Yes sir," the figure said and waited for the rest of the group to step away from the swirling light.
The light began to fold in on itself and the figures were left in the dark.
Strong torch light lit up the corridor and the group made its way along the corridor in silence.
The park was quiet at this time of night, only stray dogs and the homeless and the alcoholics inhabited it in the hours of darkness.
So no-one would have believed them when what were the ugliest looking creatures stepped out of a swirling hole.
One of the creatures grunted and held up a device and spoke into its own com. "Temporal energy detected, it is weak and unreliable."
The voice on the other end hissed. "Well move out and find a stronger signal. I want him back and kill anyone that gets in your way."
The creature grunted and gestured to the others. "Move."
The group moved off, leaving the park to its night-life.
The figure in the cell began to stir, letting out a groan that was part pain and part cry. With a sob, the figure curled up in ball and began weeping.
"Give them back, give them back."
The figure never felt the breeze that stirred the dust in the cell, nor did he see the ghostly figure appear and solidify in the corner.
"Oh Sky Lord, you's have to be strong. Two is returning for your hearts and your soul and you's have to choose."
The ghostly figure faded and the dust settled once more.
The figure stirred once more and opened his eyes when a voice whispered in his ears.
"My love, I will find you," it whispered.
The figure smiled and whispered.
"Inari."