A/N: Hey guy's so this is the long awaited Numb, ha ha I'm not that big headed! So this is the sequel to run to you and also addicted to love but you don't have to have read that one.

Sorry for the wait A level's and all that plus my mum is freaky controlling!! Kinda under house arrest, hey at least the food's good right? ;p

Oh yeah nothing changed I still own squat :s oh and I've taken a break from mullet rock, which was incredibly hard to find a song from but got some inspiration for other parts ;o so this song belongs to the awesome Linkin Park

Thank so much to every one of you guys who've reviewed or favourited, seriously it kept me going!

So enjoy xxx

Jack had Ianto pinned to his desk, the younger male was shirtless and Jack was in the process of de-trousering him too. Ianto's head was reclined giving up as much flesh on his neck to Jack as he could. Jack tongue swiped up and down the pale skin, leaving its owner a gibbering mess. Jack's hands gave up on Ianto's buttons for a moment in favour of sketching the sculpted torso laid bare in front of him; Jack was rewarded with the almost edible mewling noise coming from the back of Ianto throat. Jack paused to look at Ianto; they'd been doing this, whatever it was, for around two months and yet Jack still took time to admire Ianto's lithe from. Jack watched him now, so submissive and slender, back arched in a beautiful curve making his hips thrust out wantonly, hair tousled, the light filtering through the blinds picking out deep chocolate and almost light gold tones. His eyes were black; dilated with lust, but still the most expressive orbs Jack ever had the pleasure of owning. Ianto was truly the most gorgeous and priceless thing Jack had.

Gwen was on her way up from archives, a little thrill of excitement bubbling through her veins. Jack had sent everyone home early, voicing something about a quite night and him having extra paperwork, Gwen knew it was bull, even if Jack did have paperwork he wouldn't do it, he was probably playing with Myfanwy or in the shooting range. Gwen had gone down to give Ianto her file work, but Ianto wasn't there, he'd probably legged it with the other she had heard him mumble something about a date, good for him. The idea to surprise Jack had come with the realisation they were alone, so she stuck it out in archives long enough for Jack to think that she had gone home, really wanting to surprise him, even if that was the guilt talking.

The scene that had hit her though was not the romance she had wanted, through Jack's office blinds she could just depict Jack leaning over a slighter from. Gwen's breath caught in her throat, she collapsed in a heap, tears welling but not forming no way would she give Harkness the satisfaction of knowing he had that much of an effect on her.

Gathering her pride, Gwen rose somewhat shakily to her feet. Jack was cheating on her an though the hypocrisy of the situation flashed in her head she did not stop, Jack did not know about Owen and now he wouldn't have to, she could safely blame it all on him.

Gwen would go down fighting, making up her mind she marched toward the office to give Jack a piece of her mind and thoroughly embarrass his 'date'.

Five steps from the door however Gwen saw the 'dates' face and her heart plummeted. Ianto, she hadn't been expecting someone so close to home and Jack's betrayal hit a new depth. Gwen couldn't breathe, it was Ianto, not a nobody but Ianto, this time anger left no room for logic to tell her it was no worse than her betrayal. While Gwen recovered a little from shock she took stock of Jack's face and it crushed her. Pure bliss was mixed in equal parts with lust and he'd never looked so relaxed, Gwen supposed she could of handled that but then he laughed and it was full of joy, unrestrained happiness burst from Jack and killed Gwen. He'd never been like that with her, sure he'd laughed and smiled but never so free and childlike, and it killed her because Gwen knew right then she had nothing on Ianto.

Gwen couldn't help it but with that realisation a heartbroken sob had wrenched free of her mouth and both Jack and Ianto had turned to see Gwen standing broken before turning and walking smoothly away.

Jack emitted a deep sigh, how stupid he'd been to think she'd never find out, but he'd at least hoped to tell her first. Jack felt Ianto crumple beside him and he turned to see the spark in Ianto die as the guilt crushed him in droves.

"Hey, look at me, Ianto look at me," Ianto reluctantly drew his eyes from the floor to bare his raw pain to Jack "hey we knew this was coming . . ." Ianto let out a sob that broke Jack just a little, "Ianto I need to fix this, calm down, I'll talk to her." Ianto started to rise hanging his head once more, "Hey," Jack pressed him back down and tipped Ianto's chin to look his young lover in the eyes once more "you're going nowhere, this was . . . unfortunate, but inevitable, I want you, but I can't let her leave like this. I'll be back I swear to you." Jack kissed Ianto quickly but so lovingly Ianto managed to nod before fixing his eye's back on the floor.

Reluctantly Jack left Ianto and made to run after Gwen, wanting to do this as quickly as possible, right now Ianto needed him more, he and Gwen both knew it had been over for a while, only to find Gwen had only gone as far as the couch in the main hub before stopping to wait for Jack, hands on hips.

Jack looked back at Gwen with dull eyes; keeping eye contact was the key Gwen wouldn't listen if she didn't think he meant every word "I'm tired of being what you want me to be,"

"Feeling so faithless," Jack had loved Gwen; she brought back the whole teams humanity. They'd needed her, he needed her, hell they still did, but every time Jack looked at her he felt a little more like a monster. He had robbed her of a normal life, subjected her humanity to trial after trial, testing its limits every day, Jack felt like he was killing her, killing what Gwen had the chance to be, what she had been before Torchwood. Ianto was different he needed Jack, the trust and loyalty he felt from that boy was astounding. Jack hadn't missed it, he knew that Ianto made him flourish while Gwen overshadowed him, made him feel put down and ashamed, "lost under the surface."

Jack had to glance away from Gwen, he hadn't set out to her hurt her, he hadn't even gone looking for Ianto, but being with his boy made Jack feel . . . something, he didn't know exactly, just that he hadn't felt this free in a long time.

Looking back at Gwen, Jack saw the well of trust and hurt in her tear glistened eyes, Jack automatically hit the defensive "I don't know what you're expecting of me," he hadn't promised her anything, he never had. Of course he cared about her, but Gwen had placed him on a pedestal, one Jack had never pretended to belong on.

"Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes." Gwen wanted Jack to change, she had a perfect form of him in her head, and when Jack hadn't conformed, hadn't fit neatly between her lines, Gwen had broken. He only had to recall the fairy incident; Gwen had made him into the monster claiming a betrayal of them both, of their love. Jack couldn't handle this, calling him on this shit was practically Gwen's job description, but her admission of love was something else, a responsibility that this life couldn't handle, she'd become someone else he shouldn't lose, someone else to break Captain Jack Harkness.

"Can't you see that you're smothering me, holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?" Jack was losing himself to Gwen, to this time, trying to be a man she could be proud of, all the while walking away from his identity, suppressing his nature.

"'cause everything you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you." Jack couldn't break eye contact, he needed her to realise that this was really happening, and would have to have been blind to miss her shuddered at the obvious, though not explicit, reference to how this argument started. She'd seen him plucked from her pedestal; he wasn't the shiny white knight Gwen wanted. Gwen didn't love him; she loved the persona, her prince charming, noble knight. Gwen didn't love Jack because she couldn't love the swindle, the cheat Jack knew he had been, knew he was.

Gwen shifted under his gaze, she hadn't put forth an argument yet at each pause she'd started to but closed her mouth just as quickly, as if she thought better. She hadn't even properly spilt a tear yet, Jack ploughed on, he knew once she started he'd have to stop.

"Every step that I take is another mistake to you." Jack could remember every time Gwen had questioned him, ignored an order, and challenged his authority. He thought again specifically of the fairies, the onetime Jack had needed the support, the comfort, and she'd been too ashamed of him to even make eye contact, just like how her eyes ripped away from his gaze now.

"And every second I waste is more than I can take." Jack risked a glance over his shoulder, back to his office, to Ianto, back to the man who captivated and revived him. The man who could love jack as the monster, because they'd already ripped each other down, seen each other at their worst. Back to the man who'd given Jack everything and had yet to ask for anything. He wanted, needed, to be back there instead of here ending something that should never have started.

Looking back at Gwen Jack registered the barely concealed loathing aimed at him, but right now aimed over his shoulder, where his thoughts had been only seconds ago.

If Jack was honest he hadn't felt anything for, or from, Gwen since Ianto, only guilt, "I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, become so tired" Jack let his eyes drop, he was tired, tired of lying and hiding. In a way Jack was glad, now he could be with Ianto, not that his boy would ever flaunt it, Ianto would be better behaved than him, which brought a smile to his face. "So much more aware," Jack breathed, and then immediately closed off his body language, he hadn't meant to say it, but it was true. Gwen had heard it too and her head had snapped up in hurt, confusion lost to anger as she realised who Jack meant. Jack saw her anger and defied it "I'm becoming this, all I want to do is be more like me and less like you!" Gwen's whole body shrank, arms wrapped around her torso in protection as if Jack's words had taken physical form. He was being harsh because he had to. Gwen wouldn't learn any other way, she'd stubbornly attack Ianto. Jack needed her anger directed at him for the sake of the team. He could be hated, he'd always made the hard decisions, and he could handle it.

Jack sank into his chair, and pushed the last nail into the proverbial coffin, "I'm tired of being what you want me to be!"

Jack lifted his head from his hands to view the destruction he brought. Gwen was sobbing silently, chest heaving from shuddering breaths as she fought to rein in her convulsing body. Jack wanted to say sorry, to hug her, kiss it better but he wasn't that to her now, she'd be ok, she'd find another, probably already had.

Finally, after ten gut wrenching minuets Gwen stood up "where's Ianto?" defiance was prominent on her face, eye's a deep black, jaw set, anger bringing colour to otherwise pale cheeks.

"No" Jack stood too, if this was going to happen Jack was going to be at an even pegging.

"What!!!" Gwen wasn't going down without a fight and Ianto was going to get a piece of her mind.

"No Gwen, he stays out of this!"

"Why Jack 'cause he's you new fuck buddy! Oh god was that all I was?"

"No Gwen and you know it; I gave you everything I could. Look just go, go home; keep the house I'll stay wi. . . "

"Ianto?"

"Just go Gwen!" Jack turned and marched across the hub, not once did he turn to watch Gwen leave, not once did he stop, he strode toward his boy and his home, slamming his office door with such brute force that the glass shuddered and threatened to break loose from it'd bonds. He'd finalised his and Gwen relationship, any hope she had was severed with that one gesture.

Gwen was cold, she couldn't even muster anger, and she was frozen. She knew it had been coming, the end. But not Ianto where the hell had that come from? Gwen felt sick, she thought it was her choice; her fault this was over but seeing Jack like that . . . he'd never looked at her with such reverence, and now he never would. Gwen's heart was tearing, she had to escape, and detouring to the kitchen she wrenched the coffee machine from the work surface and watched it smash with a smile, tears long dry and forgotten, before purposely striding to find Owen, refusing to let Jack effing Harkness make her flee.

Fin

A/N 2: just a quickie but this is done, the second chapter (coming soon I promise) is the flip side, not a continuation, how it would have gone if Jack found out about Gwen and Owen first, for all of you who wanted that and sparked my interest, I just really wanted to get this one out first. Thanks xxx