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Chapter-3
Jack walked into the autopsy bay and Ianto stood up.
"Jack, what's going on? Why can't I go home?" he asked, confused.
"Ianto, we have a problem. The weevil we brought in seems to be infected with some type of fungus. Since we were in contact with it, we're all under quarantine until Owen finishes his tests. We're all stuck here. I'm sorry."
Ianto looked at Jack suspiciously, but nodded in agreement. "I understand," he said.
"So, how are you feeling, Ianto?" asked Jack. He tried not to sound too worried, after all he was "just the boss."
Ianto smiled. "I have a hard head, so I'm mostly fine."
Jack smiled. "Good thing you had me convert the lower levels to bedrooms."
Ianto replied, "I aim to please sir."
"Oh Ianto, you know what that does to me." bantered Jack.
"That's harassment, sir," retorted Ianto as he ascended the stairs.
As Ianto left, Jack sighed. "Ianto, how am I going to be able to do this. I can't touch you, feel your arms around me, your lips on mine."
Tears streamed down his face. Jack walked into his office, pulled down the blinds and took out a family portrait of him, Ianto and Josh. It killed him to think they might not look like that for a long while. There was a knock at the door, and he wiped his face while placing the photo back in the drawer.
"Come in," he said, careful to keep his voice from sounding too strained.
Ianto entered with Jack's favorite blend in hand.
Ianto frowned. "Sir, is anything wrong?"
"No, why you ask?"
"Well the blinds were closed and you seem moody.
Jack smile, "Just one of those days, Ianto."
"I hope you're not worried about me, I'm fine," insisted Ianto.
"Ianto, I worry about all of you," replied Jack
"I know sir."
Ianto opened the blinds to see Gwen watching him with venom in her eyes.
He shuddered. What's her problem?
Everyone was relaxed, happy that there was no rift activity during their fake quarantine, Jack called in everyone's take-out order. Tosh and Owen would collect it from the tourist office.
In the conference room, Gwen took the seat next to Jack that was usually Ianto's, Jack was annoyed but kept quiet. Ianto sat in Gwen seat.
Tosh and Owen were watching Gwen and Owen couldn't shake the feeling that something happened to the tea-boy before the weevil incident.
Owen whispered to Tosh. "Could you pull the CCTV from when Ianto arrived at the Hub? And keep this between us, yeah?"
"Sure Owen." agreed Tosh
"Ok kids, it's been a long day. What do you say we retire for the night? Ianto leave the mess till tomorrow."
Ianto shook his head. "Jack, it will only take 30 minutes."
Jack shrugged. Pushing his hands in his pocket, he walked towards his office, with Gwen following him to his office. Closing the door, she sat across from him, making sure her bosom was in plain view.
Jack, stressed from Ianto's dilemma, started to drink, making himself all the more vulnerable to Gwen.
Ianto cleared the conference room, cleaned the kitchen, and collected the garbage. Looking around before retiring to his room, he noticed he needed to empty the hub waste bins. When he reach Gwen's desk, he noticed the black, lacy briefs.
Ianto felt a sharp pain in his head, and, screaming out Jack's name, he collapsed.
Tosh, Owen, Jack and Gwen rushed over to find Ianto sprawled unconscious on the floor. Owen pushed Jack out of the way. "What the bloody hell happened?" he exclaimed as he examined the Welshman for vitals.
Jack was in shock as he spoke. "I don't know. Tosh, we have to pull up the CCTV. Something isn't right here."
Everyone followed as Jack carried Ianto to the autopsy bay. After examining Ianto, Owen confirmed he was fine.
Ianto opened his eyes and saw everyone staring at him. He insisted that he was fine, then asked for the time.
Owen told him that it was after 8.
"Jack, where's Josh?" asked Ianto, slightly disoriented.
Jack grabbed Ianto, overjoyed that he remembered. He began hugging and kissing him, but pulled away when Ianto didn't respond. "Ianto what's wrong?"
"Jack, where's my son?" replied Ianto, getting increasingly agitated.
"Ianto, our son is with your sister, what's wrong with you?" asked Jack, worried.
"Leave me alone Jack. Leave me the hell alone."
Ianto got up and walked out of the autopsy back, leaving everyone, but Gwen,stunned. Tosh frowned and ran after followed him down to the archives and saw that Ianto was leaning against the wall, shaking and on the verge of tears.
"Ianto, what happened? What's wrong?" she asked, though she had a sneaking suspicion.
"Tosh, I loved him so much." he choked. "How could he do this to me? And with her? I thought I had the perfect life: a man I love, who loves me, a child that we created from that love. And now, to find out that this life has been a complete lie. It's just-"
"Ianto, calm down." urged Tosh. "I know Jack, and that's not him. Something isn't right here, so start from the beginning.
Tosh listened, as Ianto talked about everything that had happen, leading up to the black lace briefs. Realization dawned on the Japanese woman.
Tosh asked Ianto if he trusted her.
He nodded his head, unsure of where this was going.
"Ianto, you have been played," Tosh told Ianto about what she had observe during his memory loss. Jack had been on the verge of nervous breakdown over Ianto's dilemma, and Gwen was trying to take advantage of it.
"You need to talk to Jack, sort this all out. I have plans of my own for Miss Gwen Cooper."
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