Okay, so I left off with Ianto being shot, which I guess was a bit…mean. I don't even know what's going to happen in the middle of this chapter, I just know how it ends. It's a bit of a waiting-until-the-dust-settles-and-then-seeing-what-the-hell-you-just-wrote kind of thing.

Jack dropped to his knees.

Tosh gasped.

Owen screamed.

Rhys stared.

Ianto blacked out and stopped breathing.

"What the hell have you done?" Jack screamed at the aliens.

"It seems like I've shot your little tea boy. Shame, he was pretty," the Zargon called Tral responded.

Owen finally registered all that had happened leant over Ianto, checking his heartbeat and anything else he could without any equipment. "He's alive, oh thank god he's alive!" He exclaimed. Owen put an ear to Ianto's mouth. "Shit. He's not breathing. Jack, I need your help!"

Jack, who had been frozen to the spot out of fear jumped into action and ran towards his Ianto. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, still scared to death.

"Mouth to mouth, on my signal," He instructed. Owen began chest compressions, he was not going to let tea boy die for him. After fifteen compressions he yelled "NOW!" and Jack leaned over his Welshman, pressed his warm lips to Ianto's cold mouth and began. He filled Ianto's lungs with air, trying to put a bit of his infinite life into Ianto's body. He imagined all of his energy and life flowing into Ianto, every last atom of him begging for his lovely welsh tea boy to breathe again. It wasn't working, though. Jack went for one last try, knowing it wasn't working, afraid that his Welshman was going to die.

Jacks thoughts were pounding in his head as he breathed into Ianto. Do this for me, Ianto, breathe again. Please, I can't live without you here, wake up! You don't even have to wake up just give me a sign that you're okay! You have to be okay! What'll I do without you? I can't let you die, I just can't! Then Jack felt it. It was slightest feeling, the softest ghost of a breath, the tiniest movement of a body reaching out of the darkness, coming towards the light. It was a feeling of hope that promised that somehow everything would be okay, and that he'd get Ianto back. He then felt a faint, but steady rise and fall of Ianto's chest.

"Owen! Owen he's breathing!" Jack practically screamed.

"Yes! I knew that bloody tea boy would make it. Now, move out of the way, Jack, I need to help him." Jack reluctantly moved away from Ianto and turned to Tral.

"You've just made this very, very simple. I'm sending you all to the middle of a star and you'll die."

"And how do you plan to send all of us through when there's only three of you left?" Tral asked.

"Tosh, get the Rift Revolver." Jack ordered.

"Jack, it hasn't been tested! What if the species setting doesn't work, it's been proven to be faulty!" Tosh said.

"If we don't they'll kill us. Just do it." Jack said.

"You guys are such children. We had a Rift Revolver once; we built a device to counteract whatever you try to do with it. You can't send us back!"

Just as he said that Ianto opened up his eyes. He could see the Zargon around him and Owen doing something to his stomach. He could see just fine, but he couldn't hear a thing. Owen turned to him, noticed he was awake and began to talk to him. Ianto could see his lips moving, but he couldn't hear a sound. He tried to say something, anything, but it was impossible. He couldn't even make the smallest noise come from his throat.

"Jack, he's awake, but he doesn't seem to be able to hear me, or talk to me," Owen said. Suddenly, without any sort of warning at all, a golden light accompanied by a gust of wind filled up the hub. All of the Zargon and Torchwood team looked around in confusion as the wind whipped around them, scattering paperwork everywhere. The golden light grew brighter and brighter, until it was blinding, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. And what was left behind was most shocking of all. There, standing in the middle of the hub stood a girl with long brown hair and brown eyes. In a word, she was beautiful, although she couldn't have been older than 14. She looked perfectly human, except for her skin, which was a pale purple color.

"Hello Torchwood," she said confidently, "I'm Kelsii."