*Authors Note* This is a countrycide story. Takes place immediately after Ianto head butts the cannibal to allow Tosh to run. Warning: Contains non-con

"Leave him alone!" Ianto screamed at the large man approaching the bound teen. For his outburst, Ianto received a vicious kick to the stomach making him curl in on himself on the floor. It was just his luck that he was actually still conscious. That shotgun butt to the skull should have knocked him out, but he just didn't go down that easy. His mam always told him he had a hard head, but now he was wishing he didn't. At least Toshiko is on the run, Ianto thought.

The dingy cannibal approached Ianto and in a condescending tone inquired, "Why should I? He's young and sweet. Just how I like 'um."

Ianto cringed at the stench of the man which was somehow overpowering the slaughterhouse. His eyes darted momentarily to the shaken young man who met his gaze and shook his head telling Ianto to stop. However, Ianto continued, "Take me instead."

The burly man grabbed Ianto's hair and raised his head from the ground, "You'll go without a fight? That head butt earlier hurt."

Ianto stared fixedly, "Yes, I'll do what you want."

The man's eyes turned lecherous as he grabbed Ianto and slammed him face first up against the table. Ianto shook violently when the cannibal leaned in and licked his ear whispering, "You are sweet."

The bindings on Ianto's wrists tore into his skin as he unconsciously jerked at the feel of the man. He was rewarded for his struggle with a punch to his right kidney. The cold night air hit Ianto hard when the man ripped down Ianto's jeans and roughly grabbed his exposed arse. His nails dug into Ianto's tender skin as he harshly kicked apart his legs. Without any preparation the man plunged hard into Ianto causing the young man to scream in agony.

His captor laughed loudly, "Boy, you are tight! I would've thought a pretty thing like you would be used to this."

Ianto squirmed his body desperately trying to pull away but he had nowhere to go. As the bastard pounded into him ruthlessly, Ianto could hear laughter and cheering around him. He realized that they had company. More cannibals had crowded into the room to watch Ianto's humiliation. To his horror, the man started pounding him faster and was gripping his arse on either side. One of the spectators called out, "Hey mate, hurry up so we can have a go!"

That caused another round of laughing as the man inside him pulled him close and released violently. Ianto's mind was racing with the realization of what had just happened. He shuddered feeling the hot semen trickling down his leg as his captor pulled out and stepped away. However, he was quickly replaced by another foul smelling cannibal.

After what seemed like hours, there was shouting and most of the men fled the room. The man inside Ianto swore loudly and pushed him down to the ground than ran out. Since no one was paying attention to them, Kieran crawled over to Ianto nudging him with his knee, "Hey, are you awake?"

Ianto groaned in pain and turned over. Kieran could see tear stains streaking down his dirt and blood encrusted face. An intense wave of guilt swept over him as he realized he could do nothing to help the man that sacrificed himself for him. Having some basic knowledge of concussions, Kieran knew he needed to keep the young man conscious, "Talk to me: what's your name?"

When he didn't receive an answer, he repeated, "Hey there! Tell me your name."

"Jones, Ianto Jones." The bruised man croaked out.

"Ianto, stay with me. I think something's happening. Your people might be coming." Kieran tried to reassure him.

Ianto deliriously answered, "My people . . . no people . . . alone."

Kieran started to panic but pressed on talking, "Tell me about Torchwood. Your leader mentioned it. What's Torchwood?"

Ianto shook his head, "Torchwood is . . . hell." His last word was barely recognizable.

Suddenly, two men entered pulling along three more members of Torchwood. Kieran recognized them as the young Asian woman, the doctor, and the woman he shot. The cannibal woman came over and fiercely pulled Kieran to his feet while pushing a cleaver against his neck. The young man shivered and tried to hold still. He felt a small trickle of blood leak down to his shirt; he was sure this was the end. However, the floors began to shake as a tractor slammed into the wall.

Torchwood's leader jumped out of the machine and opened fire on the cannibals. There was blood and screaming all around him. In the confusion he was thrown to the ground. On his side was the discarded cleaver. He crawled over to it and managed to cut through his restraints. Once free, he immediately ran over to Ianto and cut the ropes binding his hands. He then pulled up the young man's jeans hoping to give him some dignity.

He placed his hands on Ianto's cheeks, "Ianto, we're safe. Look at me! You're going to be alright."

Ianto's eyes barely opened as he tried to call out, "Jack . . . Jack . . ."

The young man's slim frame was cold and shivering as Kieran held him in his arms. Soon he felt strong arms on his shoulders and he screamed, "No! I have to stay with him."

He began to thrash about and, in his panic, his head fell back and smashed into the side of the table. He immediately lost consciousness.

Jack's adrenaline was finally beginning to dissipate. Police and paramedics were all over the scene causing his head to spin in the chaos of aftermath. The sun was starting to come up and Jack stood from the tree stump he was resting on to go check on his team. Gwen was speaking with the police and Owen was at her side trying to direct her to rest. Toshiko was taking stock of her equipment in the SUV; she was incredibly protective of her gadgets. Jack panicked when he didn't see Ianto anywhere.

Running over to Gwen, Jack spun her around, "Where's Ianto?"

Gwen looked around confused, "Who?"

Jack shook her and then noticed her pupils were dilated: she was in shock, "Gwen! Where is Ianto?"

Snapping back into reality, Gwen replied, "Oh, Ianto. I haven't the foggiest."

Jack groaned and ran over to a police officer, "I'm missing a man. Where is Ianto Jones?"

The officer looked confused for a moment and then seemed to remember, "Oh, the young man that was with you? He was unconscious but seemed unhurt. The ambulance took him to Cardiff."

Jack let out a sigh of relief and went to speak with Toshiko.

Kieran awoke with a stabbing headache. He raised his hand to his throbbing temple and looked around the room. The bed he was resting on was the second in a dimly lit white hospital room. The light from the window was dark except for the street lights outside. In the neighboring bed, an elderly man quietly slept. Trying to organize his thoughts, Kieran started going over the last things he remembered. He recalled going back to the village, shooting someone, being tied up, and then nothing. Lying back down, he could swear he was missing something important.

Soon a middle aged nurse with dark, curly hair entered the room and went to check on Kieran's slumbering roommate, "Did you have a good sleep, Mr. Taylor?"

The old man mumbled something in Welsh that the nurse ignored, "Very good, Mr. Taylor. I'll be in to check on you in a few hours."

Turning toward Kieran, the nurse smiled, "Oh you're awake. That was a quite a bump on the head you got. You were sleeping all day. Once the doctor has a look at you, we can probably discharge you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm a bit dizzy. My head is killing me."

"I bet it is. We can get you started on some pain killers."

As the nurse turned to leave, Kieran's memory suddenly returned in vivid detail. The young man shot up out of the bed knocking over the table lamp, "Ianto! Where is Ianto?"

By the time they were back at the base, the team was exhausted. It had taken them all day to sort through things with the police and gather all their equipment. Ianto was the one that had packed things so no one was quite sure what all they were missing. Gwen was passed out from the pain killers, leaning on Owen's shoulder. Tosh was in the passenger seat looking very pale and shaken.

Once back at the Hub, Jack dismissed everyone telling them to take the morning off. His head was humming and his stomach aching. Once he made it inside, he barely got to the toilet fast enough to dry heave his empty stomach. Over 100 years on Earth and he was still shocked by the ugliness of humanity. If the police hadn't shown up, he probably would have killed each and every cannibal there. Although he hardly ever drank, Jack knew he needed something to dull the horror of what he had seen.

Jack woke in the morning sitting at his desk surrounded by whiskey bottles. He knew the only thing to help his massive hangover was something from Owen's private stash. When he reached the med bay, he began rooting around in the drawers until he heard a very unwelcome voice behind him, "Jack, I can smell that whiskey from here. I never took you for such a lush."

Turning around, Jack scowled, "Owen, I just need a little pick me up."

Smirking, Owen sauntered into the room, "Fine, you're lucky I was able to sleep in this morning or else I wouldn't be so obliging."

After putting Jack out of his misery, Owen took him up to the boardroom where Gwen and Tosh were munching on some breakfast pastries. Gwen was on her cell phone.

"Andy. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I thought I'd let you know: there's a bloke at the hospital babbling about Torchwood and cannibals. The poor young man seems really out of it."

"Oh, that must be Ianto. We'll be round in a bit to check on him. Thanks for calling."

Gwen put down the mobile and bit into her croissant, "Looks like Ianto's awake."

Jack groaned; he'd forgotten all about the young man. Still not feeling up to eating, Jack stood and announced he would go check on him. Seeing as he didn't want to show up at the hospital reeking of booze, he took a quick shower first. On the way, Jack stopped to buy a small bouquet of flowers for Ianto knowing it would cause all sorts of adorable blushing.

Once at the hospital, Jack strode up to the front desk and grinned at the cute receptionist, "Captain Jack Harkness. Where might I find Mr. Ianto Jones?"

The girl rolled her eyes, "So you're looking for him too."

Jack cocked his head to the side, "Pardon?"

The receptionist tapped her pen in annoyance, "We've had this young man ranting about him all day. I don't suppose you know what Torchwood is?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm the group's leader. Where is this young man?"

Once he entered the room, Jack recognized the boy from the Becons pacing across the floor. When he saw Jack, he went running up to him, "You! Where's Ianto?"

Jack eyes widened, "He's not here? I was told he was here."

Kieran, looking absolutely frantic, shouted, "No one here has heard of him! We have to find him!"

Jack's stomach dropped at the boy's words and he immediately grabbed his com calling Tosh, "We have a problem. Ianto never made it back to Cardiff."