Summary: Jack wants a quiet night in the Hub with Ianto. But when does anything go to plan?

Rating: T to be safe, not sure where I want to go with later chapters.

Revenge

'Ianto!' Jack's voice called down from his office.

'Ianto, I have an assignment for you, now get up here immediately!'

Ianto sighed, wondering how much more work he could handle. He slowly walked up to Jack's office, taking a cup of coffee with him to see if that would soothe Jack's bad mood.

He reached the office and knocked before walking in.

'Jack?' Ianto looked around the empty office. He had not seen anyone leaving.

The door shut behind him, and Ianto felt hands grab his waist and push him up against the wall. Ianto dropped the coffee on the floor, and tried to push Jack off him as Jack kissed him firmly and unrelentingly.

'Jack!' Ianto gasped when Jack finally had to stop kissing him for air.

Jack grinned at him. 'It really is an important assignment.'

'Jack, everyone else is right down there, you and I both have work to do, and there is coffee all over the floor,' Ianto said sternly. 'Now let me go.'

Jack pinned Ianto's wrists against the wall, and, when he was sure Ianto could not break free, he began nibbling Ianto's ear.

'Jack, stop!' Ianto moaned, as he felt himself slowly melting against Jack's body.

Jack kissed Ianto and grinned inwardly as he felt Ianto start to kiss him back. When they stopped kissing, Ianto was breathing heavily, and he blushed as he thought how anyone could come in at any moment.

'Jack, the others will wonder what I'm doing.'

'Let them wonder,' Jack replied mischievously, as he swept Ianto's jacket off. He tried to kiss Ianto again, but got no response, so he sighed, looking at his lover.

'I am the boss you know. What if I ordered you to?' Jack said, watching Ianto curiously.

'No,' Ianto said stiffly.

'Come on Yan, why not?' Jack pleaded.

'You just threw my suit into the coffee.'

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Five minutes later, a jacket-less and Jack-less Ianto walked out of Jack's office, looking very disgruntled.

'What's with you?' Gwen asked.

'I don't like all the extra work Jack has been putting on me lately.'

'Oh it's ok, it's almost night, and then you can go home and rest,' Gwen said cheerily, turning her attention back to her work.

Ianto snorted, knowing all too well that Jack would not let Ianto go home straight away, if at all. Then he smiled to himself, as he plotted his revenge against Jack.

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Jack came down the stairs at seven thirty, and made his way over to Toshiko.

'Why don't you go home now, Tosh. It's getting pretty late.'

'Oi, what about us?' Owen demanded.

'Of course, I meant all of you...'

Jack was cut short by Ianto. 'Actually Jack, I have something rather impoortant to tell everyone. If we could have a quick meeting?' Ianto smiled innocently up at Jack.

'All right then,' Jack replied uncertainly.

'This better be quick, Jones,' Owen said grumpily.

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'As you know, Jack called me up to his office earlier for a very important assignment.'

Jack sat up straight in his chair, wondering what Ianto could possibly be up to.

'It wasn't that important, Yan...' he began, but Ianto cut him off again.

'Of course it is, sir. You said so yourself,' Ianto allowed himself a brief smirk.

'Well, there hasn't been any rift activity recently...' Tosh said, confused.

'No, but we need to find out what this is.'

They all leaned in to look at a picture of a grotesque alien.

'What is that?' asked Gwen, repulsed but curious.

'We don't know. This is the only current evidence we have of its existence, and we need to find out more about it. So, I got us some files from the archives,' Ianto said, gesturing towards a huge pile on the table, and smiling widely at Jack. 'It's going to be a long night.'

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Jack sighed to himself, vowing to never get Ianto's suit dirty again. They had not found any other reports of this mysterious alien, and Jack had never seen it. He was sure that Ianto had invented this alien to get at Jack. He wondered how long Ianto would let this go on for, and looked up at the Welshman. Ianto grinned back at him, and Jack groaned inwardly, knowing that Ianto would make him wait for a long time. Then an idea came to Jack, and he returned Ianto's smile, as he thought of a nice way to pass the time. Ianto's face became a mask, as he worried why Jack was smiling at him like that. Then he gasped out loud.

'What?' Owen said grumpily. 'Have you finally figured out that this is a complete waste of time?'

'Uh, no,' Ianto said in a strangled voice.

Jack was smiling up at the ceiling, and he put both hands behind his head. Underneath the table, his foot was rubbing up and down Ianto's leg.

'Mmmm!' Ianto gasped.

'What?!' Owen said again.

'Nothing!' Ianto replied hurriedly.

'Really? Nothing?' Jack taunted.

Ianto shoot him a dark look, determined to make Jack wait. Just then, a smash caught everyones attention, as a cup of coffee went flying off the table.

'Oops, sorry guys!' Tosh said as she bent down under the table.

Ianto shot Jack a worried and shocked look, as Jack did not remove his foot.

'Jack!'

'Ianto?'

Everyone was looking at him weirdly, except for Tosh, who had gone bright red, and was mumbling about needing some fresh air. Jack smirked as she left the room hastily.

'Well?' Jack teased.

'I think that Owen is right. We should leave this until morning,' Ianto stammered.

Jack smirked triumphantly. 'Sounds like a good idea.'

Owen immediately grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, throwing a quick good bye over his shoulder.

'I'll go find Tosh and tell her to go home. Night,' Gwen smiled.

The door shut, and Jack smirked at Ianto again.

'Why didn't you take your foot away?!' Ianto finally blurted out, embarrassed.

'Because you're so adorable when you're embarrassed, and I needed to convince you to get everyone out of here. And now that we are alone...' Jack got up and quickly moved around the table to where Ianto was hurriedly getting out of his chair. Jack pouted, annoyed.

'Come on, Yan!'

Ianto grinned wickedly at Jack.

'You'll have to catch me first.'

Jack raised one eyebrow.

'If you do, then you can do whatever you want to me,' Ianto teased.

Jack stared at Ianto for a minute, thinking how badly he wanted that power over Ianto, then he suddenly pounced on him. Ianto quickly swung the door open, and ran down the steps into the main hub. Jack followed slowly, savouring the challenge. He was soon directly opposite Ianto, who was walking backwards while casting nervous glances back at Jack. Ianto finally turned and fled down the steps into the archives, and Jack grinned triumphantly; Ianto was trapped.

When Jack reached the archives, he heard a string of angry Welsh, as Ianto cursed himself for letting Jack trap him. Jack followed the sound, and pouted again when the noise stopped. Suddenly, he felt himself being thrown backwards, as something crashed into him. He grabbed at the Welshman who was trying to get away, and breathed into his ear 'Caught you.'

Ianto was breathing hard, leaning over Jack. Suddenly, Jack rolled them around, so that he was on top of Ianto.

They both looked up as a beeping noise went off.

'What now?!' Jack said, annoyed.

Ianto got out from under Jack, and walked up the steps and over to Tosh's computer.

'It's the rift predictor.'

'Right, we better go then,' Jack huffed.

'Should I call the others, sir?'

Jack sighed. Ianto was in full business-mode now.

'Don't bother. We can do it on our own.'

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'Ianto, where is it?' Jack whispered softly.

'It's down there,' Ianto replied after looking quickly at the machine in his hand, pointing to their right.

'How far down?'

'At the end of the alleyway,' came the reply.

'Why do they always choose alleyways?' Jack muttered. 'Ok, lets get this over with.'

They both walked slowly down the alleyway, guns at the ready.

'Jack,' Ianto murmured.

'Hmm?' Jack asked, distracted.

'What is it?'

'I don't know, but I think we're about to find out.'

A movement to his right made Ianto jump.

'Jack,' he said nervously, pointing to where he had seen something move.

They both turned to look on their right, searching the shadows for more movement. Suddenly, Jack heard a thump and a clatter, and he saw Ianto collapse in front of him, dropping his gun.

'Ianto!'

He made to move towards Ianto, but stopped as a gun came down, pointing straight at the Welshman's temple.

'Drop your gun,' a bell-like voice commanded him.

Jack chucked the webley away, trying to get a good look at whatever it was that had Ianto at gun-point.

'Put these on him,' the voice said, and Jack caught a pair of handcuffs.

'What do you want?' Jack asked, not wanting to limit Ianto's chances of getting away.

His only reply was the gun being cocked.

'Ok, ok.'

Jack moved slowly towards Ianto, hands raised in the air as the figure retreated into the shadows, gun still pointed at Ianto.

'Good,' the voice chimed, and then Jack felt a bullet ripping into him.

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Jack gasped as he sat up, and groaned as he felt his arms being restrained. He looked around, only to groan again as his fears were confirmed; Ianto was slumped in the chair opposite him, hands cuffed behind his back. Then a woman stepped in front of him, blocking Ianto from view.

'Who are you? What do you want?' Jack demanded.

'Money. Pretty things,' the woman sighed with contentment as she thought of all of the pretty things she wanted.

'Easily done. I'll give you some money, and you can go shopping for those nice pretty things,' Jack said simply, glad that this could be resolved easily.

'And a bit of fun,' the woman smiled down at him. 'Someone doesn't really like you.'

'Who?'

The woman giggled. 'I don't know. But I do know that if I make you suffer, I get lots of money.'

'I'll give you more money than you're being offered,' Jack said, as he could imagine how she was going to make him suffer; otherwise, why would Ianto be here too?

'But this way is more fun,' she pouted, and suddenly, she turned and punched Ianto in the face.

Ianto groaned groggily, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. Jack gritted his teeth, feeling powerless.

'Let him go, he has nothing to do with this,'

'I was going to, but you see, there is a reason I was chosen to make you suffer. I have certain...abilities. When I use this voice,' she said in her bell-like tones, 'I can hear people's surface thoughts. When we were in the alleyway, you were thinking about him,' she nudged Ianto's chair. 'You were also thinking how unfair it is that you are immortal. Seems like I'm not the only one with abilities,' she giggled. 'And then, when I use this voice,' her voice became breathy and soft, 'I can make people do what I want. After I have spoken in either or both voices around a person, I can use my abilities on them. They're not that powerful and have their limitations, but they are useful,' she said happily.

'Please, I can still make it fun for you,' Jack begged.

'Hmm, that does seem rather fun,' she said as she read his thoughts. 'But no. I doubt I would get away with not making you suffer.'

'And do you think I will let you get away? You can't kill me, I'll come after you,' Jack said harshly.

'No, you won't. You'll be too busy looking for him,' the woman replied in a satisfied tone. 'Now, to begin.'

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Jack watched helplessly as Ianto's head swung left as yet another blow impacted with his head. He was covered in bruises, and dried blood had left dark tracks down his face. His nose was crooked.

His beautiful nose, Jack thought.

He could have screamed out in fury, but he forced himself to watch, to stay calm as a single tear ran down his cheek. He wondered how long she was going to make him suffer, how long she would hit Ianto until she decided she would kill him unless she stopped. But then again, what was to say that that was not her intention? He hoped the rest of the team would get here before that happened.

Suddenly the woman stopped. Jack figured that her hand must be killing her by now, yet she had not shown any signs of being hurt throughout the entire thing. She turned slowly to face Jack, and said, "And now for the final part."

Jack hoped the 'final part' was not what he was thinking, but Jack growled as he saw what it was; John Hart sauntered into the Hub, and winked at Jack.

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