In the conference room Ianto set coffees in front of everyone while Jimmy handed around the last of the tea cakes and jammy dodgers before taking their own seats at the table.

Waiting for them to sit, Jack began addressing the team. 'Wizards and witches are real along with magic wands and dragons and a whole list of things we were all taught as kids were just stories.'

'And you're a wizard.' Owen said, no snark and no question in his tone.

Ianto nodded. 'I wasn't able to trace any one magical in my family tree but Jones is such a common name I doubt I'll ever know.'

'So it's hereditary?' Owen asked.

'No and yes. I'm for all intents, without proof other than conjecture, simply a muggle born wizard. Muggles being non magical people. In America you would be called no-majs.'

'Charming.' Owen muttered.

'What conjecture Ianto?' Tosh asked.

'Being able to cast magic without a wand. Actually, it's more being able to control magic cast without a wand. All wizards can call on magic if they feel threatened enough but not with any degree of consistency.' He set his wand on the table and floated a tea cake into his hand. 'Apparently no other muggle born wizard or witch has displayed this talent and even in the older families it isn't common.'

'Like a recessive gene.'

'If you mapped magical ability the same way we map eye colour or blood type, possibly. But this is a hugely secretive community and one that jealously guards it's secrets.' He tucked his wand away before anyone could ask to try it themselves, Tosh still asked.

'If I picked your wand up would anything happen?'

'Nothing, unless you had some inherent magic.'

'So.' Owen asked. 'What about wizards who don't train or don't know they are magic?'

Ianto nodded. 'It's rare now but it can happen, usually when kids suppress their abilities and bad things happen. We have a branch of the Ministry.' He paused. 'The Ministry of Magic, they search for that. Last recorded case was during the second world war in 1943.' He sipped his coffee, he wanted to stop talking but knew there would still be questions. Smiling gratefully as Jack intervened.

'Sorry kids. It's been a long day and we now have a team member locked in a cell for trying to shot Ianto. Perhaps we can save the questions for another time.'

'I've got one for you, Jack.'

'Owen?'

'You know about this?'

'Yes, now go home.'

'Um, Jack.' Tosh squared her shoulders back. 'What about Gwen?'

He sighed. We can talk about that in the morning.'

She nodded, her jaw stiff and no smile in her eyes.

'I wont just hand her over to Unit.'

'Thank you Jack, even with what she did and tried to do.' She sighed as Owen pulled her into a hug.

'Come on Tosh, I'll see you home.'

Jack nodded. 'Thank you Owen.' He watched as they took each other out of the conference room.

Ianto called after them. 'Magic is my secret, now it's yours too.'

Tosh smiled. 'Of course Ianto.'

'Yeah whatever, what's another secret, right. Anyway, I've got to look after this one.'

Jack rose to his feet. 'See that you do Owen Harper, see that you do.'

Once Jimmy had gathered the coffee cups and left them alone Jack pulled Ianto into his arms.

'Are you okay? I can't believe she pulled a gun on you.'

'I'll be okay, I survived school with all it's challenges and I even made it though Canary Wharf. My team mate trying to kill me in a jealous pip, that's a little new but I'll get over that too.'

'You shouldn't have to survive that, she should never have pulled her gun.'

Ianto leaned into the arms holding him and silenced him with a kiss. 'We'll sort that out tomorrow yeah. Right now I'm hungry and I want you.'

Jack grinned. 'Just how negotiable is that particular order of events?'

'Depends on the quality of the argument you raise, Sir.'

'I'm not one to brag.' He ignored Ianto's snort. 'But I've been known to raise an excellent argument as you well know.'

'I'd say your place or mine but with an actual prisoner we have to stay here don't we.'

'We probably should.'

'I can always pop home for a fresh suit.' He stepped away from Jack and slapped him on the arse. 'Shall we.' Before racing out the door.

Jack grinned before sauntering after him.

He found Ianto in the bunker. Whatever their relationship was, it hadn't taken the younger man long to make his presence felt. Just one of the perks of dating a wizard was the aptly named undetectable extension charm that had permanently enlarged his living quarters. What was once a cramped space with barely enough room for a single camp bed, a wardrobe and miniscule en-suite was now a more functional bedsit type arrangement. It was cosy with it's kitchenette and sitting area, complete with comfortable chairs and a reading lamp. He'd brought a television and dvd player, since there was room for such extravagances now. The en-suite contained a double shower and even had a bathtub big enough for the both of them to enjoy. And the bed was another word in luxury but he only had eyes for the man in his shirtsleeves currently piling two plates with food.

Ianto looked up. 'It seems Barnabus likes you, he sent me back with supper when I popped home for clean clothes.'

'I'm sure I've seen him stocking the fridge down here.'

'You probably have. I think he associates meeting you with the arrival of the cat and meeting Harry Potter.' He shrugged. 'I don't mind.'

'That kid really made an impression on the little guy.'

'I suspect that is a house elf thing, here, you need to eat.'

Jack sat next to Ianto and accepted the plate he was handed. 'Thank you. Do I need to take her something?'

'I took her a sandwich not that she even looked at me.'

'I've never seen someone so jealous before.'

Ianto thought about what Jack had just said. 'It's almost like a curse but there was no magic at play here, I checked.'

'The pendent is alien, we don't really know how it effects humans and I sent the only one who might have known into the sun.'

'Is that regret Jack?'

'No. I'm as surprised as you are but there you go. As to the necklace, the time agency always warned us that we could never underestimate the effect of alien tech on us or those around us. It may amplify what was already there, good and bad.'

'Even in magic you can not make something out of nothing.'

Jack nodded. 'That seems to be a universal truth and since she wasn't really acting that far out of her normal character, I didn't spot it sooner.'

'Not until she felt cornered into giving the necklace up.'

'From what I remember the Arcateenian's are telepathic aliens and the necklace is a tool to enable communication. But the human brain of this century hasn't evolved to handle that sort of thing.'

'Add that to the ego known as Gwen.' Ianto added.

'Exactly. It must have amplified her jealousy and anger to the point she was prepared to kill the person she blamed for getting in her way. Of course this is all speculation.'

'And leaves us with the question of putting it in the secure archives, or destroying the pendent.'

'I suspect this is the single most dangerous artefact we're likely to encounter but we'll work that out in the morning. It's locked away for now and I can think of any number of things I'd rather be doing.'

Ianto smiled. 'I'm sure you can.'

Tosh unlocked the door to her flat and watched Owen flick the latch as he followed her in.

'You don't have to stay.' She moved into her kitchen, bag and keys dropped on the counter.

'Yeah, I do.' He looked around and smiled at a picture of them together on her fridge. 'I sort of wanted to talk to you, about something she said.'

'Lots of things were said today.' She reached into a cupboard and began pulling down boxes of tea. 'Perhaps you could start by putting the kettle on for me.'

Owen lit the hob and nodded at the box of Jasmine tea she picked up.

'Yeah, go on Tosh. I just wanted to explain that I sort of slept with Gwen.'

Tosh laughed. 'Hardly a big confession.'

'You knew?'

She measured the dried herb into her tea pot and laughed fondly at him. 'Unlike Jack, or I rather suspect it's Ianto's doing, you never thought to erase the CCTV footage.'

'Oh.' Owen coloured slightly before shaking his head. 'Right, I'd best remember that in the future. If there is a future?'

'Was that your big confession?' She took the now boiling kettle from the heat and poured water over the tea and let it steep while looking for tea cups.

'Not really, this sounded better in my head.'

'Maybe you should just say it.'

Owen stepped closer, pulling her in he brushed a hesitant kiss on her lips. 'I'm afraid it still sounded crap in my head.'

She pulled back. 'Is this your attempt to collect the set? First Suzie, then Gwen now me.'

'No, it's not. I.' He took a breath and closed his eyes. 'I noticed you when I first started working for Jack but I'd just lost Katie.' He opened his eyes. 'I wasn't looking for you and a woman like you is worth so much more than anything I had left. After she died.'

She smiled softly. 'That's actually quite a compliment.'

'I'm not blind.' He muttered.

'Never said you were.' Tosh busied herself pouring tea. 'So what changed.'

'I wasn't waking up looking for Katie and I could see a future without her in it that didn't hurt.'

'What happens now?'

'Oh, right.' He squared his shoulders back and looked her in the eyes. 'I'd like to ask you out, on a date. Dinner? Not tonight mind, but maybe on Saturday? I could pick you up at seven.'

She handed him a tea cup. 'Thank you, I'd love to.'

Owen yawned as he flopped into a seat at the conference table. 'Blimy Tosh, your couch isn't that comfortable.'

She giggle at him. 'Serves you right for being a gentleman.'

'Something I can assure you I am regretting right now.' His eyes lit up at the tray Jimmy was carrying.

'I have bacon butties and Ianto's bringing the coffee.'

'Cheers mate, I could almost kiss you.'

Tosh laughed as she watched the younger man blanch and stammer a reply that sounded suspiciously like a hell no.

'Please don't terrorise Jimmy thank you Owen. He gets enough of that from Jack.' Ianto set the tray of coffees down and began handing them out as Jack swaggered into the room with a bacon sandwich shoved in his mouth. Earning him an eye rolling from Ianto who handed him a plate.

'We've talked about your table manners Sir. If you will recall speaking about that earlier.'

Jack swallowed his mouthful and winked. 'That's not all I recall from earlier.' He took his customary seat at the head of the table and looked at everyone.

'No point sugar coating it, we need to discuss Gwen and what to do with her.'

Stepping into his accustomed role Ianto began reviewing her file. 'We can't retcon her as we can't be sure it would work.'

'She's been here to long and she broke it before.' Owen pulled his own notes out. 'And I can't be sure the dose we'd need to use wouldn't fry her brain, if it worked at all.'

'London encountered that problem a few times, some people just seem more resistant to the drug.' Ianto's eyes grew cold. 'Let's just say their solutions to that issue aren't really up for discussion.'

'I'll bet.' Owen muttered as he picked his coffee cup up.

Jack looked around the table. 'Technically what she did qualifies as treason.'

'That's life in prison, or in our case.' Tosh's voice hid her fear but her eyes didn't. 'Life locked in a Unit cell.' She turned to Jack who shook his head.

'I'm not doing that and we aren't set up to detain anyone here indefinitely either and we can't just shove her in the freezer.'

'So then what?' Owen asked. 'We send her for a little holiday in the loony bin or has tea boy forgiven her for trying to kill him.'

'I haven't forgiven anyone for that before and I'm not starting now.'

'How many people have tried to kill you?'

'You'd be surprised.' He looked over his notes. 'There are other options that don't involve anyone dying, being locked up or forgiven.'

'And how much of yesterday was the alien's influence.' Owen added.

Jack shrugged. 'We don't know and if it was the alien we have no way of know how permanent it will be.'

'A piece of jewellery can do that?' Jimmy asked.

'Entire nations have been brought down by less.' Jack picked Gwen's file up. 'Either way, permanent or not, can we have her on the team?'

Ianto knew it cost Jack to ask the question and gave him a tiny smile of encouragement.

'Which brings us to the other options, Ianto?'

'There is a memory charm, it can be used to remove the memory of either a single event or a larger one.'

'Is it safe?'

'Does it work?'

Ianto nodded, addressing the questions in order. 'Yes Tosh, it's safe and of course it works Owen.'

'Yeah so it's safe but can the memories be recovered?'

Ianto debated how much to share. 'Charms and spells like this do have a counter but I can weave this with the equivalent of a lock so only I can undo it.'

'So no backfire and no take backsies.'

'I'm only aware of one backfire and that was preformed by an idiot with a broken wand that wasn't his. We studied his case my senior year in Magical Theory and the Practice of Advanced Wand Magic.'

'So that's a no then.' Owen murmured.

'The question becomes how far back do we take her memory loss.'

'And this is what I want your feedback on so take today to consider if you can work with Gwen after this if we only remove everything back to the construction site. Or if she leaves Torchwood.'

They were a team torn apart by a piece of alien jewellery and a woman's jealousy. And like his team Jack was torn between wanting to give her a chance and wanting her gone. Seeing any gun pulled on Ianto was enough to stop his heart but the betrayal of that person being a team member was something he found difficult to let go of.

Gwen sat slowly, wondering why she was in a cell with everyone glaring at her.

'Jack?'

'Awake are we then.'

'Why am I in here?'

'What's the last thing you remember?'

Leaving work yesterday, it was my anniversary with Rhys. I know I had a few glasses of wine but why am I in a cell?'

'What did we do yesterday?'

'Found the stapler thing and the body at the construction site but what's going on?'

'So you don't remember being given a dangerous alien artefact by a woman in a bar?'

'I never.'

'And you also don't remember keeping that from us or bringing her here, into the Hub or trying to shoot Ianto.'

'Jack, you're starting to scare me, I never did any of that. And why would I want to shoot him, he's hardly important.'

'He is my second in command and therefore your superior.'

She snorted. 'If you say so. I'm trained by the Cardiff Police he makes coffee.'

'And yet you still committed treason and are locked in a cell.'

'You're having a laugh.'

Jack's face was still, his eyes glacier cold. 'I think you will find I am not. And you will also find that threatening the life of a superior officer falls under the banner of insubordination and treason.'

She shook her head. 'Jack that can't be, I don't remember any of it so it doesn't count.'

Ianto rolled his eyes wondering if he was really hearing this. Owen however was the first to speak.

'How stupid are you? I'm sorry your honour I don't remember trying to kill my boss is hardly a legitimate legal defence.'

'Why would I need a legal defence, we're above the police and outside the government.'

Jack gave her a smile she didn't like.

'We still answer directly to the Crown and you committed a serious breach of security. Not to mention the threat you posed to the life of your team members.'

'Well obviously I didn't pull the trigger so what's the problem.'

'The problem is it happened. You are suspended without pay for at least a week, maybe longer while we decide if we can continue to work with you.'

She scoffed. 'You wont fire me and retcon certainly doesn't work. You need me, I'm the heart of this team.'

'Retcon isn't my only option. And you haven't been the heart of anything for some time.' Jack turned on his heel and left followed by Ianto.

Gwen finally looked worried as Jack left. 'Owen, Tosh, what did he mean?'

'That the ice you are sitting on is pretty bloody thin right about now.'

'But I'm important to the team. You've all been down here too long, you forgot what it means to be human. You need me.' She shouted after Owen and Tosh as they two walked away.

Jimmy laughed. 'That explains why you're the one in a cell.'

'Yes.' Misunderstanding him. 'Exactly, they are so afraid of my humanity that's why I'm locked up.' She moved closer to him and smiled. 'But you can see that, can't you.'

He smiled a small, soft smile he'd seen Ianto use to devastating effect. 'I see alright and I've seen loads of blokes banged up because of slappers like you. I think you are right where you should be.'

'I'm not a slapper.'

He laughed. 'What would you call someone then, who cheats on their boyfriend.' He nodded at her silence. 'Yeah, thought so.' He began whistling as he walked away.

Gwen glared at his back and turned to find the CCTV camera. She looked up at it and shouted.

'What about me? When are you letting me out?' Tears falling freely as she slid to the floor crying.

Back in his office Jack spun in the chair turning his back on the image of Gwen in her cell.

'Someone needs to call Rhys to come get his girlfriend and take her home.'

Ianto pulled his PDA out. 'How long will she be locked out of the Hub?'

He scrubbed a hand over his face. 'I told her a week, maybe it should be two.'

'Then what do we do with her?' Owen asked.

'Restricted access and no field work while she is on probation.'

'For how long?'

Jack shrugged. 'Indefinitely?' He sighed, it was a blow to his self esteem to have someone on his team so quick to try and kill another team member. Again. He was naught from two, first Suzie and now Gwen. This was going to take some serious soul searching to make right. There was still ice in his veins at the thought she might have succeeded in killing Ianto, something he'd never seen coming.

The team had debated the fate of the woman in the Torchwood cells and agreed she needed to be stood down and put on restrictive duties following her probable return to the Hub. The expectation of Gwen finding remorse was a short lived hope dashed by the reality of the woman's personality. Jack's optimism was not shared for her rehabilitation with Owen privately wondering how long it would take before she got someone else killed. The consensus however was life in the field would be much easier without Gwen stomping all over the place. Ianto had enough to sooth over with Jack's imperious disposition towards the Cardiff Police. Something Gwen had never helped regardless of her relationship with her former employers.

The thought none of them wanted to voice despite it's presence chilling the team, was the uncertainty sweeping in like fog between them. And Owen, Tosh and Jimmy watched as Jack and Ianto stood together watching Gwen walking out across the Plass. The three newly formed drinking friends each worried about what was going to happen next time, and wondering just how much of this was them finally meeting the real Gwen Cooper.