I have decided to put up another chapter today. Thank you to everyone for reading though I would like to know what you think of it so far. Thanks to Sandysan2013 and Torchwood Cardiff for reviewing. Also I'm sorry if the blood fact mentioned near to the end of this chapter is wrong as I don't really know much about blood. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

Owen was still sat in the bar 3 hours later however to the barmaid's surprise he hadn't ordered anything else to drink. He just sat staring at the wall as if he was in a trance. Owen was actually trying to think of a way to reverse what had happened to the team over the past few days. His mind, however, was blank and however much he tried to think, he had no idea what to do. It would probably help if he knew what kind of alien Cerian was but to do that he would ever have to buy a new microscope or find his old one. From what Owen could see it looked like Cerian had been one step ahead of them from the beginning. Owen was disturbed from his thinking by someone walking over and standing behind him. He sighed when would they understand he didn't want another drink. "I've already told you, I don't want a bloody drink," Owen said.

"Oh, I'm not here to get you a drink," Owen frowned, and looked over his shoulder. Gwen was stood there staring down at him however the voice she had used to speak wasn't her normal voice, instead she had spoken in a deep and rather dark tone which unnerved Owen. Suddenly, before Owen could move, Gwen grabbed him and lifted him into the air. Owen groaned as his back and head hit the wall. This was certainly different; he was used to getting into fights in pubs but not with a fellow colleague. He had no idea what he had done to upset Gwen; in fact Owen believed if anyone had the right to be getting annoyed with someone, it was him. Gwen, after all, had nicked his microscope. Owen jumped to his feet as Gwen got closer to him there was no way he was going to let her throw him against the wall again. He clenched his hands into fists and when Gwen was close enough he punched her. Gwen staggered back and Owen moved closer, more confident now, ready to throw another punch.

Before Owen could make his punch, gun shots rang out. Cerian appeared in the doorway to the pub carrying two guns she had definitely not got from Torchwood. Very soon, the pub was clear, drinkers had run out screaming and the workers (thinking Cerian was after money) had left the money on the table next to Cerian before sprinting out. Owen remained standing in the same spot, hands clenched and still ready to punch Gwen. Cerian saw how Owen was standing and decided to speak. "You can punch her if you want," Cerian shrugged, she didn't seem to care about what Owen did. "However I'd be very careful if I were you." At that point Jack entered the room, pulling a very battered Ianto into the pub with him. Owen stared at Ianto in shock, his face was badly bruised and he had a cut above his eye. Owen ran forwards to try and help Ianto with his wounds but was stopped and pushed back by Cerian. The only thing Owen could do was talk but his mouth and throat had dried up.

"What happened?"

-TW-

3 hours earlier, after Ianto had watched Owen leave, Ianto decided that he would go back into the hub to clean up. After all, it had been a while since he'd removed all the rubbish and the hub was beginning to look like a bomb had hit it. Ianto was just about to hit the red button to let himself in when the wall opened itself. Ianto was confused at first until Jack appeared in the doorway. "Hello sir," Ianto smiled, pleased to see Jack out of his office for once. "Are you feeling any better?" Jack didn't reply, he just stalked forwards towards Ianto. The way Jack's eyes were fixed on Ianto, not blinking; disturbed Ianto and he tried to back away. Instead of getting away however he managed to corner himself and it wasn't long before Jack was standing in front of him. Ianto was suddenly lifted into the air. Ianto's eyes widened in shock, he knew Jack was strong but he never realised he was that strong. Perhaps something that Cerian had done had made Jack even stronger than he already was. Ianto snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly realised what Jack was going to do next, it's a move that is shown in most action films and Ianto had always felt sick watching it happen. Now he was going to be thrown against the floor. Jack seemed to hesitate as if he was trying to stop himself from chucking but apparently the urge was too much as Ianto found himself flying across the tourist office and crashing into the shelves holding the postcards. As he hit the shelves on of the postcards sliced his head, just above his head. Ianto hissed in pain but quickly got to his feet. He made a run for the door but Jack was too fast and tripped Ianto over, causing him to slide head first into the door. The impact of crashing into the door forced Ianto into unconsciousness.

When Ianto came back round he wasn't he the tourist office, instead he was in one of the cells. Cerian was on the other side of the glass, staring at him. "Sleeping beauty awakes," she smirked.

"What do you want?" Ianto asked, he tried standing up but his legs were too weak and he fell back down onto the bed.

"That would be telling," Cerian smirked once again before turning and leaving Ianto alone.

-TW-

"I've had enough of this, who are you, no wait, what are you and what do you want?" Owen confronted.

"I want chaos, panic and worry," Cerian answered, closing her eyes as if she could see the emotions in front of her. "I can taste it right now. You panic and worry you two are producing – it's delicious. Imagine how much I'll get from the whole world!"

"You… eat it?" Owen asked in disbelief. During the whole time he had worked at Torchwood he had never met an emotion eating alien.

"Yep," Cerian smiled. "And the beauty of it is you don't die from me feeding off your emotions meaning I have an endless supply of food." Owen watched as Ianto struggled to his feet.

"Did you hypnotise Gwen and Jack then?" Ianto asked. "Is that why they've been acting like this."

"You've finally got it," Cerian exclaimed. "I can hear the soul of the real Gwen and Jack fighting to get out, the panic just one of them is feeding me is tastier than you two put together."

"How come we're not under you're spell?" Owen questioned.

"Do I really have to explain everything," Cerian snorted. "I can only control A+ blood. At least most of the people on this tiny planet are A+ though." Cerian started a rant about different types of blood and Owen managed to get across to Ianto as Jack and Gwen looked like they had been put to sleep.

"Are you okay?" Owen whispered to Ianto.

"Could be worse," Ianto shrugged.

"You ready to run?" Owen asked.

"Where?" Ianto questioned.

"Anywhere," Owen decided, as long as we get away from her, Owen indicated to Cerian who was still going on about blood. "We're going to run behind the counter through the door and out the back door in the basement."

"How do you know there's a back door in the basement?" Ianto frowned.

"It's a long story," Owen admitted. "You got your gun?" Ianto shook his head.

"They took it off me," he explained when Owen gave him a funny look.

"Whatever," Owen rolled his eyes. "Let's go." Owen ran, leading the way round the counter and through the door behind it. Cerian didn't realise they were running until they got through the door. Ianto was slowing down and Owen just managed to pull him into the basement as Jack and Gwen ran through the door. Owen watched as they ran up the stairs before helping Ianto cross the basement and get out the back door. Owen mouth fell open when the pair were met by a dozen police officers.

-TW-

Right, I know I said the chapter would be longer but I just had to leave it there. Please review telling me what you think.