Title: The Old Building
Characters: Ianto, Jack and Gwen
Summary: "he felt a soft caress on his face and a voice whispering Ianto."
Spoilers: "Exit Wounds" and a teeny one for "Countrycide"

Disclaimer: I don't own them… But a girl can want, right?

A/N: Totally un-Betaed, so all mistakes are mine.

A/N I'm not sure whether or not to carry this on, it just kind of came out of nowhere. But still enjoy!

It was late November and Ianto was stood, in the freezing cold, outside of a large, ancient building. He, Jack and Gwen had all been following different signals when the rift had decided to be particularly brutal. They were low on numbers after Owen and Tosh and so they had all gone out alone. He double checked his GPS system and looked back at the building. He rolled his eyes, how cliché, he thought to himself.

The building was black and almost faded into the shadows, he had to squint to see where the building ended and the darkness began. It was three stories as far as he could tell and the windows, boarded and broke, watched over him as he took a few hesitant steps forward. The closer he got the more he could see and the more his GPS beeped. Definitely inside then, he thought as he grasped his gun. You could never be too careful. He had reached the door, which was easily 8 foot and thick oak, and he cautiously pushed it open.

Inside was, if it was possible, darker than the outside and Ianto needed to use his torch, which did little to ease his tension and alleviate the darkness. He quickly surveyed the interior, finding it every bit as creepy as the outside, keeping his gun trained in front of him. His GPS was beeping wildly now so, remembering Jack's instructions he contacted him straight away. He tapped his Bluetooth.

"Jack it's Ianto, I've found the source. It's inside this old, creepy house. I'm inside now, so I'm going to see if I can find the source, okay?"

"That's fine Yan, mine and Gwen's signals disappeared out so we'll come and meet you. Send me the co-ordinates?" Ianto sent them through quickly and efficiently. "Oh and Ianto?"

"Yes sir?"

"Be careful." Jack signed off, leaving Ianto to enter the darkness and search on his own.

He walked towards the dust covered stairs and stopped. He didn't want to go on alone. Something in his sub-conscious was telling him to stop, to wait for Jack and Gwen. He knew he was being ridiculous, he'd done worse than walk up some creaky old stairs, you've been held at knife point for god sake, and it wasn't even a knife, it was a bloody meat cleaver! Shaking off his fear, he started to make his way up the stairs.

1 Stair

2 Stairs.

3 Sta-

Ianto stopped suddenly. "Jack?" He shouted out uncertainly, "is that you?" There was no reply. He chastised himself for his own fear and continued up the stairs.

4 Stairs

5 Stairs

6 Sta-

A silhouette shot past his arm, wanting to be known, felt even, but not seen. Ianto stumbled, pulling out his gun and screaming into the dark.

"Who is it? Who's there? Show yourself! I'm not going to run!"

The next thing he knew he was falling and shouting and trying to get a grip on anything, but there was nothing and he hit the ground with a thud. Before succumbing to the darkness he desperately sought, he felt a soft caress on his face and a voice whispering Ianto.