AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG - STUDYING FOR A-LEVELS HAS LEFT ME LITTLE TIME TO SPARE. PROCRASTINATING FROM REVISION I FOUND THIS AGAIN. SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS BOTH A LITTLE SHORT AND VERY ROUGH BUT I FELT IT BETTER TO GET IT UP AS IT HAS BEEN SO LONG. SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SORRY YOU'VE HAD A LONG WAIT PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME! MY EXAMS FINISH AT THE END OF JUNE SO I SHOULD HOPEFULLY BE WRITING A LOT MORE THEN - I MIGHT EVEN FINISH THIS ONE! I WILL TRY AND GET A BIT MORE DONE BEFORE THEM BUT I HOPE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND I'M SURE A FEW OF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH THE SAME PERIOD. THANKS AND HOPE YOU ENJOY.

Jack stared at the screen before him. Not quite sure how to react to what he had just heard. Every part of him wanted to take the monitor and throw it across the room, but that would have been counter-productive.

How dare they?! He had invited them into the hub; given them access to files, made them welcome - and now this. What they were asking him to do was impossible; the rift was to unpredictable. On the screen the two hooded figures stared back at him; their gazes seemed to leap out of the monitor, cold and intrusive.

"Surely you must see the danger here Captain," the elder of the two spoke again. "This scar in the universe has become a great problem for inter-galactic travelers and even casual passers by who run the risk of being scattered across the universe. We must do this, and you're the only one who can."

Jack tried to calm himself, forcing himself to sit down, he needed to be logical, rational to be sure he wasn't letting his emotions affect his decisions. No, he decided, he wasn't being unreasonable. "We have managed the rift well enough, rehabilitating the survivors and protecting Earth from those who would wish to attack it. If the rift poses such danger then why now? You've had thousands of years to put it right; why here, why now?"

"Because you're here of course."

Jack huffed in disbelief; this was ridiculous. The rift was not something that could simply be closed; he had worked alongside it long enough to know that. Any attempt to close it posed serious danger to the whole of earth if not the whole solar system.

"You must see the seriousness of this captain," the younger spoke; "we have lost a whole species due to this "rift" and risk the loss of more if it is not controlled."

"And what about the Human race - are they of less value?" Jack could not believe their arrogance; their sense of power to choose which species had the right to survive. You cannot control the rift," Jack spat at the screen.

"But we can try to close it. If successful the damage should be fairly localized"

"IF" Jack raised his voice, not quite believing he was sitting discussing this, " Best case scenario we destroy most of Wales, worst case we wipe out the Human race. No," Jack shook his head; "There is no way I will risk that!

"We thought you'd say that." The elder nodded to the younger of the two men who proceeded to fiddle with something, evidently on their own computer monitor.

"Then it seems you've wasted your time." Jack could not understand it, the arrogance. But something in his stomach began to twist they knew I'd say no? He was familiar enough with their kind to realize that they would not have come without a full proof plan.

"Well we'll just have to see about that; I think that you'll soon... reconsider your priorities."

As the younger of the two fiddled with their own computer the image on the screen suddenly changed. Jack struggled to make out the image at first but as the image was lit up his eyes widened in horror. "No!"

Ianto fumbled around in the darkness, searching for his phone in his pockets. It wasn't there! But it had to be! He searched again, struggling against the bonds that held his hands together - nothing. He thought back, racking his memory; his head throbbing as it had been from the moment he'd come round. He'd definitely had his phone in the vaults, he'd used the app Tosh had installed on it to check Janet's hormone levels. He'd had it when Jack had pushed him against the wall, it had been knocked out of his hands and he'd had to pick it up after, just before he locked the door and took Luna back to... Luna. He cursed his carelessness, she must have taken it from him then. He'd been so caught up in his own thoughts after hearing how they had been scrutinizing his personal files he'd forgotten to do his usual checks before leaving the hub that evening.

How long would it be before Jack realized he was missing? He had little concept of time in this darkness, no idea how long he had been unconscious. His memory was blurred, details of the evening were hazy but as he thought of Luna he remembered some moments with painful clarity. Her arm around him, her lips on his; a burning desire for her body to become entwined in his, her touch on his skin... after that moment his memory was blank. He was consumed with guilt as he realized he had no knowledge of how far he'd gone. He felt sick; how could he have betrayed Jack so? He wanted to wash; to scrub himself clean of every trace of her touch, he felt dirty inside and out; how had such feelings ever entered his mind? Yes he had been angry with Jack for forcing himself upon him. He realized why he'd done it but it hadn't been necessary. He had been more disturbed by how Jack had seemed to enjoy it; he seemed to have been turned on by forcing himself upon him. But that did not excuse what Ianto had done. He knew now that things would never quite be the same between him and Jack now, there would be a rift between them. How could he smile back at Jack as Jack told him how he loved his virtuousness, his "funny little innocence" as Jack called it. Ianto would always know that he was lying to Jack; he had been unfaithful, he was not the person Jack thought he was, but one thing he knew was that he could never. ever face telling Jack the truth; to see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes. Jack would shrug it off of course; pretend it didn't matter; but those beautiful blue would tell a different story.

Before he had much time to dwell on this a bright light came on; revealing his prison. A bare, stone room with no windows; Ianto could feel a slight claustrophobia setting in. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light, searching for its origin. When he finally found it he gasped. A bright light shone from above a small camera. This rested on a large screen on which Jack Harkness stared back at him with a horrified face. Before he had much time to process this, as quickly as it had come, it disappeared, and Ianto was plunged once again into a lonely darkness.