AN: oooh! Another chapter! Hurrah! Sorry if any of my Latin is off – I'm using Google
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It took a full half hour, but eventually, Ianto Jones sat up. He groaned and clutched his head, sat on the floor of the cell. He raised his head slowly and spotted Jack on the other side of the glass. He threw himself at the glass in a rage, yelling at him in Latin.
"Canis filius! Fecistis! Futue te ipsum!"
Jack sighed, turning away. Ianto's eyes were still black. Not good. He leant against the glass, his back to the raging Welshman and closed his eyes.
"Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris! Irrumator!"
"What's he saying...?"
Jack glanced over to the door where Gwen was stood, staring at Ianto, her eyes wider than usual.
"Apparently I'm a bastard. And a son of a bitch. Amongst other things."
Gwen raised an eyebrow.
"I had no idea he spoke Latin..."
"Neither did he."
She frowned, slowly walking over to Jack, her eyes on Ianto all the time.
"What do you mean?"
Jack sighed and straightened up, turning to watch Ianto as well, his hands in his pockets.
"Vampires are an ancient race, no-one honestly can say where or when they originated. But apparently, becoming a vampire gives you an instant knowledge of Latin, so I'd guess Ancient Rome. Makes sense, all the crap about Gods and the stars, it was probably aliens."
"-Wait. What? Vampires are aliens?"
Jack tore his eyes away from the angry man in front of him and looked to Gwen. He nodded, folding his arms across his chest.
"Of course. You think something like this could just evolve?"
"Vampire bats did."
Jack gave her a slightly patronising look, one eyebrow raised. Gwens jaw dropped slowly.
"No! Vampire bats are aliens too?"
Jack grinned, nodding. Gwen shook her head, eyes back on Ianto.
"No way! That is so weird."
They both fell silent, listening to Ianto. He'd now been reduced to angry mutterings, pacing the glass wall. He was obviously frustrated and he obviously blamed Jack, giving him death glares with those black eyes. Gwen shivered as she watched him, rubbing her arms. Just watching him was giving her goosebumps. This wasn't Ianto.
"...Jack?"
"Mm?"
"What if we can't get him back?"
Jack said nothing. He stared at Ianto and folded his arms a little tighter, subconsciously hugging himself. After a few minutes of silence he unfolded his arms and rubbed his face.
"...I don't know."
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Ianto watched Gwen and Jack leave the cells and cried out, making no sound. He wanted their help so badly. He was so scared. But this... thing had taken him over. It had left him as a silent observer at the back of his mind, forcing his body to yell obscenities that Ianto couldn't even understand.
He tried once more to be heard, using all the strength he had in him to try and push past the black fog that obscured his vision. As his body dropped to it's knees, Ianto managed to croak one word before passing out.
"...Jack...!"
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AN: Aww, poor Yanny. Hugs for my lonely Welshman!
