Regular print = third person POV Italic print = Abbie's POV Bold print = Author's Notes!
The woman had come back again, several times, injecting me with something that made my head feel fuzzy. I couldn't think straight and the more she injected into my arm the more afraid I got. Shit! This meant that she was from, from, oh why can't I remember what it's called?
"Abbie? Abigail? Sweetheart, where are you? Princess Pea?!"
Princess Pea. Princess Pea. Princess Pea. Where had I heard that before? Princess Pea. Princess Pea. Princess Pea! That's what Mama used to call me!
"Mmmmm," I tried calling out to her, but the cloth in my mouth prevented me from saying it properly.
A light flicked on and I winced, I had no idea how long it had been since I'd seen light. There she was, my mama! Mama, as beautiful as the day she'd left me. Tears of joy filled my eyes and I stood quickly, my blood loss causing me to feel dizzy at the sudden and quick movement. She frowned at me and I was confused.
Why wasn't she happy too? Happy, should b-, should be happy. Bile rose in my throat as the world swayed violently and I leaned on the wall for support.
Mama pullled a gun from behind her. Where did Mama get a gun? Guns, guns, guns are bad. Bad guns. Black was starting to form around my vision and things were still swaying and becoming fuzzy.
"You've been a bad, bad girl Abigail," Mama said. But her words were wrong, she sounded like she was talking to me from the other side of a waterfall. She aimed the gun at my ankle and fired.
Everything went black.
Jack hadn't slept at all, he was up all night searching for answers and trying to figure out where she could be. Gwen, Tosh and Ianto helped the best thwy could and tried to calm him down while Owen did autopsies on the young girls that had already been found.
Huge bags were under Jack's eyes and the only reason he was still standing was the large amount of coffee he was drinking.
"Jack. Jack. Hello, Jack? Jack? JACK!"
He whipped his head around at a dangerously fast speed when Ianto shouted his name, Ianto never yelled at him.
"Sweetheart, you need a break, you're going to end up killing yourself."
"Bu, noooo, I haf, I gotta, I," he slurred, his eyes unfocoused and glazed over.
"No buts cariad," Ianto said, taking charge. "I'm not going to make you sleep, but you are coming down and eating lunch with me on the couch, you haven't eaten in three days."
"I don' wanna," he cried, sounding very much like a petulant toddler as tears of fear and exhasution rolled down his cheeks.
As much as people would think otherwise, Jack most certainly did not wear the pants in this realtionship, Ianto was very much the one in charge.
"Jack Harkness, don't test me. You will be on that couch in no more than five minutes, or I will come up here and get you."
Even is his sleep deprived state Jack knew that Ianto wasn't screwing around. Standing slowly he stood up and walked towards Ianto.
Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to go soo long between updates so, voila, three chapters today!