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"How the hell did you manage to leave him? Some Captain you are-"

"You're the doctor!" Jack snapped. He knew he messed up, but there was no way he was taking the whole blame for this! "Why didn't you check him over?"

"If you didn't notice, Gwen had a bullet in her side!" Owen yelled.

Jack kept his mouth shut, but he hands tightened around the wheel. Owen was right, what type of Captain was he? He had let them all down… and now, Ianto –

Owen slammed his hands on the dashboard beside him, letting out a curse, "Why the hell didn't I check on him?"

Jack didn't reply, knowing the doctor wasn't really talking to him. Owen continued to mutter to himself angrily, hitting the dash once again. "Watch it!" Jack snapped.

Owen ignored him, continuing in the rant Jack was sure he wasn't supposed to hear, "- bloody tea boy knew to come to me… just because we argue doesn't mean… wasn't supposed to be out there anyway! Should be in a fucking library or something…"

Once again, Jack was wondering where this… concern was coming from. He had never seen Owen and Ianto being close – hell, the only time he ever heard them talk was to argue with each other. Anytime they were in the same room together, it usually ended up with Owen throwing something at the younger man. "Didn't know you two were so close," Jack remarked as casually as possible, hitting the accelerator just a little harder.

Owen let out a bitter laugh, "Close? Not particularly."

Jack turned confused eyes on the other man, but Owen was clearly done with the conversation. "His phone is going straight to voicemail."

"It was broken when those… when they had him," Jack said quietly.

Owen cursed, loudly, once again. "How did he get away from the Paramedics? I know the kid doesn't like doctors, but-"

"Doesn't like doctors?" Jack cut in quickly, shooting a frown to the man beside him.

Owen glared, "You don't even know that? The kids been terrified of them since he was a kid."

"And how do you know that?" Jack snapped in amazement. There was no way that was ever in Ianto's records. He would have seen it.

Owen's glare intensified for a moment, but then his eyes jerked away, "Just drive the damn car so we can find tea boy!"


Ianto didn't know where he was. He had followed the road, thinking he was going the right direction, but he was sure he should have come upon something by now. But, then again, with the way his head was feeling, it was possible he had gotten completely turned around.

Or maybe he was just moving slower than he thought.


Come on Ianto, where are you? Jack thought desperately, driving quickly down the road. He didn't think Ianto would wander away from the road – he was to smart for that – be with the injuries… there was no telling where he was. Or if he was even awake. He could be unconscious somewhere.

"What are we looking at, Owen?" He asked quietly, finally allowing his mind to go where he didn't want it to go.

There was silence – enough silence that Jack honestly thought Owen wasn't going to answer. "Owe-"

"I didn't get a good look at him," Owen started quietly. More quietly than Jack had ever heard. And there was something else in his voice… something Jack knew for sure he had never heard from the Doctor. But he couldn't place it. "But with the beating he got… he has to have some broken bones. Probably a concussion. Hopefully no internal injuries – hopefully – but with the way they went at him…" He trailed off, clearing his throat. "We need to find him, Jack. Rhi will kill me if we don't."

Jack turned sharply, "Who the hell is Rhi?"

"None of your business, Harkness." Owen snapped coldly, once again looking out the window and down the street. "Fuck! Pull over!"

Jack jerked his attention back to the road, only to slam on the brakes when he saw the lone figure, shuffling his way down the road. Owen was already jumping out of the car, heading toward the other man and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Jack didn't even have a chance to get out of his seat before Owen carried/drug Ianto into the back of the car, quickly sliding in behind him. "Sir," Ianto gasped.

"Shut up, Tea Boy," Owen snapped, "Drive Harkness."