Regular print = third person POV Italic print = Abbie's POV Bold print = Author's Notes!
I was cold and wet, that's what I noticed first. I moved to stand to find that my ankles were shackled together, as well as my legs, and I could only move about three feet away from the damp stone walls. The third thing I noticed was that I was blindfolded.
"Hello? Is there anyone there," I called into the dark abyss, my voice hoarse from lack of use or lack of water I wasn't sure. My head throbbed painfully and I tried to remeber what had happened. I remembered falling into Jack's arms, sleeping on the Hub's couch, Ianto's coffee. Then I remembered leaving the Hub an-and that was it. Pulling my hands to my face, I noted that there was roughly seven inches of chain between my right and left, I felt something sticky on the side of my head. Dried blood, well, that would explain the headache. Footsteps pounded on the ground, like someone in heavy boots or something, and I heard a door slide open noisely. The footsteps growing louder, "Who are you, what's going on, where am-."
I was cut of as a strip of cloth was placed into my mouth, wrapped around my head and tied much to tightly in the back. Everything went black again.
"Jack, it's only been an hour, she'll be fine, we'll find her," Gwen said in a vain attempt to calm the immortal. He shot her and icy glare.
Ianto rubbed his back soothingly, "Jack, stop that now. She's only trying to help cariad, and you know that."
He shot an apologetic look at Gwen before gathering Jack in his arms. Gwen smiled at Ianto and exited the room. Jack nuzzled into Ianto's chest and Ianto's heart broke. Jack had never been this torn up over something like this, yeah it had upset him, but not this much. "I should be out there doing something, not just sitting here being comforted like a child! Abbie needs me!"
Ianto pulled Jack even closer, "I know you're scared for her cariad. I've seen the way you look at her and I know she's important to you and we will find her. There isn't anything we can do right this second though. And as for you being comforted, when someone goes missing they aren't the ony ones in pain, it hurts other people too."
Jack clutched Ianto's shirt in one hand desperately, rufusing to let himself cry over this girl he'd just met. Ianto didn't say anything, he just held Jack close and kissed the top of his head gently and thought to himself, who is Abigail Hall? At the same moment Jack thought, why do I love her so much?
Oh stop that ruckus it had to be done! You can't have a character go missing in a Torchwood fanfic and not throw a bit of Janto in there! This might sound weird and kinky, but I love me some broken Jack Harkness that's being mended by Ianto cuddles. Anyway, more review crack for my muse please, her name is Eden BTW.
