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"Ianto Harkness-Jones speaking, how may I assist you?" Ianto spoke into the phone as he closed the file he had been making notes in, his face changing from bland to concern as Andy rose from the floor where he had been playing with Carley.

"Ianto?"

"I will be right there" Ianto said before hanging up "Andy, cancel Mister and Missus Grok can you, reschedule or something. Were they my last clients today?"

"Yeah…Ianto? What happened?"

"Lorenzo has been in an altercation at school and is in the Wellness Room" Ianto frowned, "They wouldn't say what happened so I have a feeling it will be to do with pins."

"Pins…ah. Hoodlums versus the Plods?" Andy sighed, the old arguments between the Hoodlum Clan and the local Heddlu called Plods behind their backs. Their children went to the same school and they wore their little shields with pride. Future tossers.

"I'll keep her nibs busy here with the vacuum cleaner" Andy said and she squealed and ran for the cupboard, slapping at it excitedly as she loved riding on it with the air blasting her dress up as Andy dragged her around on it while vacuuming the house.

Ianto hurried out to the garage and leapt in the first Hover, his own sleek sports model from his single life that he had been considering putting up for sale. He zoomed to the school and ran for the room where his little boy would be waiting as he sat forlorn and alone.

Silly.

Of course he wasn't alone.

Grik and Dylan were with him, faces like stone as they refused to leave and the nurse's voice could be heard from the outer hallways as he scolded the boys and demanded they leave. Not only was she rude, she was clearly dripping with dislike.

"Excuse me, why are you speaking to them in that tone?" Ianto demanded as he strode in, "How dare you speak down to them. They are students here and you are paid to care for them."

"And who the hell are you?" she bristled, "If you are a handler for one of these shits just take him and go."

Ianto blinked, his breath in a warning that Dylan recognised and he stepped forward to flank his Taddy, Lorenzo sliding from the bed to do the same as they felt the strength in the room.

"I am Doctor Ianto Harkness-Jones and I will have your job and your bloody licence for this." Ianto snarled, "Come boys, let's go to the office and get a copy of the room recording. I want to see everything she said to you as well as the altercation."

Grik ran excitedly ahead, never seeing a Hoodlum speak with such power and he watched those in the office step back with alarm as Ianto powered in with his hands slamming down on the desk for attention, "Where is he."

"Doctor?" the Head Master peeked around his doorframe and then looked down at Lorenzo and his bloody collar and shirt from the nose bleed he had suffered, "Ah. The scuffle. Those responsible have been…ah… spoken to."

"Violence will not be tolerated" Ianto snarled, "I expect you to send me ALL footage of the altercation and the resolution process in place."

A squeak.

"I also expect to see the nurse back there removed, I will not have a child in MY care spoken to like a second class citizen … not with the amount of money we pay this establishment" Ianto was calm now, icy calm and the poor man shrunk a bit more behind the doorframe as he looked at the children.

"Grik?"

"I have already spoken to his parentals, he is coming home with me and I shall assist them with any claim against this school" Ianto said and now there was spluttering as the man completely disappeared.

As they left Ianto did call the parentals who were more than happy for Grik to go with him, also pleased a fellow Hoodlum was on the front line. Also, Grik's little sister was being dropped off for some little girl madness, Jack would be overjoyed to return from his appointment to find two little princesses in need of gushing.

Hopefully it will temper his explosion when he sees the bloody shirt.

Nothing was going to help Ianto unfortunately who was beyond professional now, his Hoodlum self incensed as he knew damned well this as an attack on Hoodlum. Maybe he should talk to some of the High Generals. See how the school likes a little visit to be reminded of the power this planet still bends to.

Whether they like it or not.