Okay thank you for all of the reviews, favourites and alerts. I will also be uploading my new story today or tomorrow, so I hope you like that as well. Any way here is chapter ten.

Jack sat up quickly and looked to Ianto. As carefully as he could – while still being quick – he pulled Ianto up from where he was laying and shook him awake. Ianto took in a massive gasp of breath as he did so before he leant back against Jack.

The older wrapped his arms around the younger, who was still breathing heavily, the same coarse whistling sound present with everyone that he took. When Ianto seemed to be breathing slightly better, was when Jack spoke again.

"Right I'm phoning your Dad." Jack said before reaching forwards slightly for his phone, "Too bad about his weekend away, you're not very well and I reckon that he should look after you at home." The American thought obviously, that he was doing the better thing for Ianto, when really if he phoned the man he would only do the opposite.

Luckily Ianto had practise with quick thinking. "No!" He almost shouted as he reached out and grabbed Jack's hand to stop it from reaching the mobile phone, "This has been happening since the accident, broken ribs remember."

Jack pulled his hand from Ianto's grip and moved it back to be at his side, "You're sure that you are okay though?"

"Yeah they released me from hospital even though that's how I slept when I there. It's just, because of how I broke the rib that it happens and you know compressed stomach tissue and all that." Jack seemed to believe him.

"Okay if you're totally sure," Ianto nodded, "So you still want to go to the museum then?" Jack asked.

"Yeah if you are still willing to take me?" Ianto asked back.

"Why would I not want to Ianto Jones?" They both smiled.

One hour later, making it just gone ten o clock, Jack and Ianto left the elders house and make their way towards the museum. Jack smiled at Ianto as they walked inside and watched as Ianto looked awe at the building, which from the outside didn't too important.

It made Jack wonder if Ianto had ever been to a museum before in his life, so he voiced his opinion.

"You like it?" He asked.

"It's slightly different to what I had expected."

"Ianto have you ever been to a museum before?" Ianto seemed slightly shocked that Jack had asked his question.

"Truthfully no I haven't ever been to a museum before, first time. Why is there a particular reason as to why you asked?"

"No I just wondered I mean you were looking around like you were from some foreign country that had never seen clean water before, so I just wondered."

"Okay I was just asking." The pair made their way towards the dinosaur exhibit that Jack had wanted to show Ianto. The younger – as Jack had already predicted before – loved it.

Owen woke up at around eleven that morning to find his phone beeping constantly. He pulled himself up from his comfortable bed and walked over to find his phone that was hidden somewhere in the messy room.

He managed to find it eventually on the floor under a pile of papers for geography that Owen wasn't quite sure what he was meant to be doing with. He didn't even know whether they were homework or not, old or new, anything.

The phone screen was telling him that he had five unread messages. When he opened them he found that one was from Gwen, two were from Jack and two were from Tosh. He read Gwen's first although it was only telling him that she had been given a letter that was meant for him.

So he moved on to Tosh's. The first one asked him if he wanted to join her in town. Owen realised now that he must of has the TV's volume on very loud not to be able to hear his phone go off when that message was actually sent yesterday.

The second was her asking if he was free after school on Monday and to thank him for the flowers. He could only assume that now Adam was gone, she wanted to see him again, although he had to admit that he had forgotten all about the flowers. Owen left her texts alone for moment, unsure of what to do and turned to Jack's.

The first one that Jack had sent him had been sent at about half past one. He wondered why Jack would be texting him at half one in the morning. The message asked if he was free today. Owen moved onto the second one from him and found that it said the same thing, but just a bit more in depth, giving him some times with places that he would be.

Owen put his phone down on his bed and got changed before deciding what to do with his day and whose texts to reply or not reply to. He looked at Jack's one more time before leaving the house.

Tosh sat at her desk in her bedroom, typing away on her laptop. She was working on some homework, but when she had finished that she had already decided that she wanted to work on some more of her computers programs. Owen hadn't replied to her texts yet, but she knew that he didn't get up very early on weekends.

His liked to make up for lost sleeping hours that the week caused him to lose by making him go to school. Tosh had found it quite funny when he had first told them all about how he felt regarding school. It had turned into quite a rant that they had all listened to before laughing at some level before lunch had ended.

She had the flowers that Owen had left with her mum yesterday after school, placed on the bedside table beside her bed, so that she could see them when she woke up. Her phone bleeped from beside her and she picked it up and read the id.

Owen. She opened the message and smiled at the simple yes I would and you're welcome that his reply consisted off. Suddenly Monday afternoon was beginning to look very good.

Jack had sat Ianto down a little while ago, so that they could eat lunch. They were eating in the museums café, not that Ianto was eating too much food. He was drinking water and was eating an apple – an apple that Jack was currently cutting up for him.

"I'm sorry I must look stupid not being able to cut up an apple."

"It's alright, you can't be expected to with a fractured wrist at least not without risking cutting yourself, which I don't really want to see if I can manage it." Jack replied as he finished cutting the apple and placed the final two slices onto the plate and handed it back to Ianto.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Jack replied as he took a sip from his bottle of coke. He noticed that Ianto was looking at him slightly strangely, so he tilted his head and frowned slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Have can you drink that?"

"What it tastes nice and it gives you energy."

"Energy from sugar yes, from fruit no." Ianto replied as he picked up a slice of apple and ate it as if to put extra emphasis on what he had just said.

"Have you never had coke before?"

"Yes when I was like eight."

"And you didn't like it?"

"No I didn't."

"How can you not like coke?"

"I don't know Jack. How can you like it?" The pair were laughing again before changing topics onto different kinds of fruit, where Ianto discovered that Jack only ate three different fruits and three different vegetables.

The pair left the museum later to return to Jack's house, too busy talking to notice the figure that followed them until they turned down towards Jack's house.

Owen knocked on the door of the massive house, believing that he had the wrong address and was already preparing to see someone that he didn't know when Jack answered the door.

"Hi Owen," Jack said watching the others face as he looked around the whole exterior of the house that he was stood outside, "You like it?"

"Yeah I do now I have one question how do you afford it?"

"My parents pay for it. You do know that Ianto said the same thing when he saw it," Owen stood there still just looking before Jack spoke again, "Are you coming in or not?" Owen pushed Jack aside as he walked in, desperate to see the inside of the house, which was just as nice as the outside.

He walked into the living room and sat down next to Ianto with a smile.

Jack had shut the door and walked into the kitchen to continue cooking. He had decided on pasta, as he was pretty certain that Ianto could eat that and he didn't mind it and he guessed that Owen wouldn't either.

The TV had been on and Owen switched the channel to have it on Come dine with me on Channel four only to have Ianto tell him that he had never seen it before in his life - if his jaw could actually drop like cartoon characters do – then he was sure that his would have.

He had also put chips in the oven, knowing that chips were made from potato, so they could count as a portion of fruit or veg. Jack was aware that Owen liked chips and he did.

Owen had spent the next five minutes explaining to Ianto how Come dine with me worked.

"Okay so you get four or five different guests who are complete strangers to each other, who then all attend a dinner party at each person's house and then rate them on a three course meal and their hosting from zero to ten."

"But why? I mean what's the point in meeting complete strangers and cooking them a meal?"

"To try and win one thousand pounds. I love it when two people who both hate each other win and they have to spilt the money between them. Oh and some of the comments that they give it other, it's just so funny I can't believe that you have never seen it."

"I only watch things like the news and educational stuff, because I don't really have time to watch too much TV like you do Owen." Ianto told the person who was sat next to him before he went back to talking about Come dine with me.

"But what I still don't get is why you would bother to put yourself on TV and have people make some nice or some not so nice comments about the meal that you cook for them. To me that just seems like a pointless waste of time."

"I know mate, but it's so funny to watch." Owen replied before they both turned back to the screen to see people arriving at this guy's house dressed as different animals that you find on a farm. Owen laughed and Ianto rolled his eyes.

Jack fetched the pair for tea and laid the table while they came out to the dining room. The first thing Ianto and Owen noticed was how big the room was. The table wasn't even half laid - the table cloth didn't cover all of it - and it looked like it could easily seat two or three big families, maybe three families of five or six people.

"Whoa Jack how big a table do you need?"

"It's always been there even when I was a small child and my parents still lived here and there was just the four of us."

"Three."

"What?" Jack asked, turning to face Owen.

"You said the four of you. As far as I was counting you only mentioned yourself and your parents."

"Oh yeah, sorry my mistake. Sit down both of you I didn't spend that much time cooking for you to not eat the meal that I have cooked." The pair sat down before Jack did, although Ianto didn't simply believe that Jack had made a slip of words there. The young Welsh found it a much more deliberate placing of words.

They had just finished eating when Owen blurted out a number.

"Seven."

"Seven what?" Jack asked slightly confused, where Ianto wasn't.

"He was watching that Come dine with me program on channel four earlier," Ianto replied before mumbling, "I'm never watching it with him again."

"Oh I love that program." Jack replied, causing Ianto to roll his eyes again and sigh. He looked over to the back of the room and noticed something that he hadn't noticed before hand.

"Jack you have a piano and you didn't tell me?" Ianto asked not quite understanding why Jack hadn't mentioned the piano before.

"Why would I need to tell you that?" He asked back. Owen was just sat looking slightly confused before he stood up and left the room.

"Because I play the piano Jack that's why." Ianto replied.

"You play the piano? Ianto why did you not tell me this before?"

"I guess I just never really found the right time to mention it to you."

"You're a man of mystery Ianto Jones and I'm guessing that's not all that I don't know about you." Ianto had to stop himself from laughing at that comment, because there was so much that Jack didn't know about him.

"I play the guitar as well."

"Good God, I never knew this why did I never know this." Jack replied as Owen walked back into the room eating a tub of ice cream.

"What did you never know?" He asked and so Jack and Ianto explained the whole conversation again.

Later that night Jack had taken Ianto upstairs and tucked him into bed. When he was sure that Ianto was asleep he and Owen walked in and sat on the floor listening to Ianto's breathing.

Owen held his phone in his hands and the minute Ianto started wheezing he wanted to get up and see what was wrong, but he – like Jack refrained himself from doing so and remained where he was sat and pressed record on his mobile.

Slowly they left the room and the minute they were out of the way, Jack turned to Owen a slightly expectant look on his face.

Ianto woke up on Sunday with Jack sat beside him, watching him, Ianto guessed that the older boy had also been watching him sleep.

"Were you watching me all night?"

"Not all night," Jack started, "Most of it though."

"That's just-" Ianto wanted to say creepy, although the action was actually quite sweet.

Owen sat at home, lying on the floor of his bedroom, rifling through book after book of medical knowledge, looking for any signs that related to Ianto's. He played the recording over and over again, listening to the coarse whistling sound, which he knew so much about, but yet so little.

Wheezing, as Owen was already aware, could be caused by many things, however as of yet he had found nothing that so referred to Ianto's symptoms – which didn't exist other than the bad breathing – which was most likely down to the injury to his ribs.

Owen sighed and rested his head against his hands. He was completely stuck.

Toshiko felt like banging her head against the desk as she looked at the page sourcing that she couldn't decipher. It was really beginning to annoy her and she had only been working on it for half an hour – an amount of time (which for her) was very short in comparison.

She stood up and moved away from the desk and sat down on her bed, looking at the flowers that Owen had given her and breathing in their scent before sighing deeply and picking up one of her numerous books on computers.

Jack and Ianto spent the whole of Sunday playing games – most of which were won by Ianto – especially chess, as Jack soon found out.

Ianto was brilliant at chess.

The younger had also managed to win Cludeo, Jenga and Monopoly, but Jack had won trivial pursuit (the film version,) but Ianto hadn't seen many of the films, so it was a little bit unfair.

At least Ianto wasn't like Owen when he lost – that meant throwing a tantrum and screaming until someone finally decided that he could be the winner instead – to which he would then happily sit back down and insist that they played again, so that he could once again win.

Usually though, he would – one again – lose.

Ianto had decided to leave before it got dark. He lied to Jack saying that his Dad would be worried if he was home before it was dark and Jack understood that. When Ianto was walking he noticed footsteps following and looked over his shoulder slightly before quickening his pace until he got home.

As he walked up his drive, the following footsteps stopped dead, however Ianto had the feeling that whoever had been following him was still watching. The lights were on in the house and Ianto could already predict a shouting match.

That was until he looked up and froze dead just by the front door to the house. His bedroom light was on.

He considered the chances he had to just walk away and pretend that he had never been here, but he could guess that his Dad probably already knew that he was here and he was right as the door opened and he was pulled – roughly – inside by his fractured wrist and pushed against the door, in effect shutting it.

His Dad's voice growled at him.

"I saw that friend of yours the other day."

"Which one?" Ianto asked through slightly pained gasps as his Dad gripped his wrist tightly – making Ianto feel like it was going to snap off completely.

"Owen, Owen someone, Owen Hopper."

"Harper," Ianto corrected before wishing that he hadn't even said anything. His Dad growled something at him that Ianto didn't exactly hear, but didn't need to hear to know what he should answer with, "His name is Owen Harper."

"So where exactly were you then for the weekend?"

"Nowhere."

"So you're telling me that you just dropped off of the planet?"

"Sometimes I wish I could." Ianto used as much force as he could to push his Dad away from him – and although it hurt his wrist – it did make him let go. He then moved to do what he had always used to do and run, but of course he had forgotten about his ankle and almost went flying.

His Dad caught him roughly, wrapping his arms around his son's stomach before grabbing his shoulder and forced it out of its socket, before elbowing him in the ribs and punching him in the stomach before letting go of the hold that he had.

Ianto collapsed to the floor and wished at that second that Jack would come charging through the door like he did in school sometimes when he was late.

He smiled slightly before he lost consciousness.

Okay I will update again on Thursday or Friday, sorry this is late I had lots of problems logging in.