Ten days. Ten agonizingly long days since Ianto was taken. No one was concentrating. Page spent half the time blaming herself. The team searched through anything they could find to track this guy down, but Egan left no trail. Jack was coming unraveled. Everyone was on edge. Page tried her best to reassure Jack that Ianto would be alive when the find him. Half the time she was trying to convince herself. Egan was doing this to torture Page. She knew, at least she thought, he would keep Ianto alive until Page was there to watch him die. She could not help but thinks he was wrong though. Even if she was right, Page knew that Ianto was in pain. Egan thrived on pain, on screams. Sometimes, Page swore she could hear Ianto screaming in her mind.

She sat on the edge of Jack's desk. It had been silent in the room for almost an hour. Page said nothing, she just sat there, looking down at Jack. "Jack, I…" He looked up at her. Her lifeline, her rock. The whole of Torchwood 3 depended on Jack far more than they probably should, and Page was no different. She felt his hand on top of hers. Jack's eyes met hers and she saw tears in his eyes. The moment was interrupted when her cell phone rang. Page pulled it out of the pocket of her dark blue jeans and looked at the display screen. "Ianto." Her eyes met Jack's as she answered the phone. "Ianto?"

"Hello Tara." The voice on the other end did not belong to the quiet Welshman. Instead she heard the thick Irish accent that belonged to Caelan. Tara. It had been centuries, four and a half centuries, since she had been called Tara.

"Is he all right?"

There was a cold laughter on the other end. "Oh, Tara, love… I thought you knew me better than that. Tell me, Tara, oh, sorry its Page now, is it? Forgive me if I don't call you that. Do you miss me?" She said nothing, looking down at Jack as tears welled in his eyes. "I didn't come here looking for you, but imagine my surprise when I saw you here, and with the lovely young man too. He's quite the screamer, Tara…" There was silence for a moment, but suddenly Page heard Ianto scream in the background.

"IANTO!"

"God, I love hearing you scream Tara." Caelan laughed once more, a sadistic laughter that had haunted Page for centuries. "Answer the question Tara. Do you miss me?" She was silent for a moment, bit her bottom lip and jumped when she heard Ianto scream again. "Answer me Tara."

She took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Say it, Tara…" In the background she could hear pain filled screams from Ianto. "Say it, baby."

"I miss you."

"Good. So listen, I'm sure by now your little friends have figured out where this call is coming from. You've got an hour." There was a pause and when Page heard Caelan's voice again it was distant. "Say goodbye to the girl."

"Page?" The voice was frantic, terrified. "Page he'll kill-" but it was cut off by a scream.

"Romeo says goodbye." With that the call ended.

Page set the phone down on Jack's desk and looked down at him. "I'll get him back. I'll bring him back to you Jack, I promise."

She walked out of Jack's office and over to Tosh, who had coordinates for where the phone call had come from. Page took a deep breath and looked over at Jack.

"I'm going with you."

"No Jack. Even if you're there, there's nothing you can do. You can't interfere." She grabbed two of the knives she carried when she first met the team and attached them to her belt before putting on her black leather jacket. "I'll bring him back. I promise you."

"Page, you're not going alone." This time it was Tosh that opposed. Page looked around and saw Gwen, Tosh, Jack, and Owen standing around her, ready to fight.

"You don't understand. You can't go."

"You should know by now, we're not scared away by danger."

Page sighed and shook her head, looking over at Gwen. "Its not that its necessarily dangerous. Its that you can not go. You cannot be involved in this. It is my fight. We have rules. You can't get involved."

"So you fight, while we go get Ianto," Gwen said simply. "You can't do this alone Page.

She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Owen for a moment. "I have to. This is my fight, and Ianto will be wherever Caelan is. You won't be able to get to him. He's keeping Ianto with him, so I can watch when he dies. I have to do this alone." Page looked to each member of the team. "You have to stay here. I will bring him back to you all I promise."

"Be careful."

Page looked at Gwen and nodded, giving the woman a hug before she gave Tosh a hug as well. She looked at Tosh and leaned over. "Don't let Owen follow me." Tosh nodded and Page turned to Owen. "I'm taking your car." With that Page left. She rushed out of the hub and hopped into Owen's car. Her heart pounded beneath her chest, the only thing that kept her focused was the thought that Ianto was still alive.

She pulled up to an old elementary school. The place had been abandoned for thirty-plus years. As if the situation could not become any more cliché, Page found Caelan in the basement. Ianto was on his knees next to Caelan, his hands were tied behind his back. Large cuts and bruises littered his body. The suit jacket he had been wearing before was gone, abandoned long ago, but he still had the tie around his neck. Page was unsure if his shirt was always red, or if it used to be white. Ianto was pale, there was a desperate look in his eyes. He was in pain, Page could see that, barely able to stay conscious.

"Hello Tara."

Page took a step forward, into the light. She knew well there was a possibility she would not walk away from this fight. She had Ianto to think of though, and she knew she could not let him down. "You okay Ianto?" The man did not answer, but he finally lost his battle with consciousness and fell to the ground. "Okay… Good answer."

"Your jokes and your words can not save him, Tara." He stepped forward and smirked, looking the girl over. She tried to pretend the way he looked at her had no effect, but Caelan knew better. "I like your hair Tara, shorter. You look good with short hair." He closed the gap between each other and he ran a hand through her short hair. Caelan circled her, stopping behind her for a moment and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her body back against his. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Page's hair. He ran his tongue over her neck, and Page tried to fight the shivers it sent down her spine. "Did you miss me Tara?" He nipped at her ear, and smiled as his fingers teased her, slipping just slightly beneath the waistline of her jeans. She sucked in her stomach to get away from his touch but it was no use. "I like this look on you, though, I would prefer you in something a little more… appropriate."

"Let Ianto go," she whispered trying to keep her voice strong. Page's history with Caelan Egan was far from conventional. He brought out the worst in her and it was a relationship Page was never proud of. Yet, every time he walked into her life, she could not kill him. It was not that she lacked the skill or the ability, she had that, but she could not bring herself to kill him.

"And what do I get?" He smirked, letting his lips touch her neck as his hand dipped lower. Page took in a sharp, and no matter how hard she fought it she could not help but lean back against him. "Why should I let him go, Tara?" He love the way she shivered when he touched her.

"What do you want Caelan?" Page shivered and bit her bottom lip as his hand continued to slide lower. Page locked eyes with Ianto, who was barely conscious.

He smiled and pulled her back against him, letting his other hand slip under her shirt and over her ribs. "The same thing you want Tara," he whispered in her ear. Caelan spun her around to face him and pushed her body up against a column holding the up the first floor. "Why are you fighting it so much Tara," he whispered in her ear. He noticed her gaze turn to Ianto and grabbed her jaw in his hand, forcing her to look at me. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, lover." He pressed his lips against hers, taking her bottom lip between his teeth.

Page turned her eyes to look over at Ianto, who was floating in and out of consciousness. She took a deep breath and pushed Caelan away, bringing her feet up and pounding them into his chest. The blow sent him back a few feet. It gave Page just enough time to pull out the blades she had on each hip. "I am not, nor will I ever be your lover Caelan." The two circled each other a couple times before Caelan struck. He swung his sword around, cutting deep into Page's torso. She ignored it and kept fighting. Every swing from his sword she tried to block, and most of the time she succeeded. Another swing cut across her right shoulder and Page winced, but kept fighting. Ianto's life was on the line and she was not going to let him down, let Jack down, let the team down. He swung over his head and Page blocked the sword by crossing the blades together above her head.

A heeled boot shoot out and collided with his stomach, sending him to his knees. Page crossed her knives at his neck and looked down at him. She took several slow deep breaths. "You can't kill me Tara…" He looked up at her with soft blue eyes. "Mé grá tusa."

His words were soft, like a whisper and melodic. All Page heard was poison though. She brought the blades together, severing Caelan's head from his body. "Liar." As the body dropped to the ground, Page fell to her knees, preparing herself for the Quickening. She heard the lightening, felt the static and closed her eyes. But there was nothing. When Page opened her eyes she realized that something cause the Quickening to be diverted. Ianto lay on the floor, writhing, screaming. Page stood and stared in awe, as he received the Quickening meant for her. "IANTO!" When it was over Page rushed to his side. He was not Immortal, this should not have happened. Page cradled his almost lifeless body in her arms, rocking back and forth for a few agonizing minutes. She was sure he was dead. No mortal could have survived that, let alone a mortal in Ianto's condition. Page closed her eyes and cried quietly, holding Ianto's body close to hers, ignoring the large slash across her midriff. It was healing anyway.

"Whoa… head rush."

Page looked down to see that Ianto was, not only alive, but conscious. "Ianto." She smiled and hugged him close to her, only to hear him take in a sharp breath. "Are you all right?"

"What the hell was that?"

Page sighed and looked down at the young man's blue eyes. "The Quickening. It… it shouldn't have happened to you. I don't understand… This has never happened before and I… are you all right? You're not hurt are you? Is anything-"

Ianto placed a finger over her lips to silence her. "I knew you'd come for me…" He smiled up at her, a slight glimmer in his eyes that Page could not explain. Ianto placed his hand behind her head and leaned forward, pulling her head down to kiss her deeply. For a brief moment Page felt his teeth pull at her lower lip but it was fleeting and she thought maybe she was just imagining things. "Thank you." She nodded slowly, baffled by his actions. Page helped him up and to Owen's car, then took him back to the Hub. "Are you sure you're all right?" She took a deep breath and glanced over at him as she drove. "It might have been the Rift that caused this…" There was silence as Ianto stared out the window. "Ianto…"

He looked over at her and nodded slowly then turned his head back out the window. He glanced at the reflection, noticing Page focusing on the road, and a dark smirk formed on his lips. He turned his head to face Page and sighed. "You were enjoying it…"

"Excuse me?"

"I could see it, when he touched you. You liked it."

"Just drop it Ianto." Page took a deep breathe trying to calm herself and Ianto fell silent once more. The possibilities ran through her brain. What might this have done to Ianto? A Quickening, a mortal receiving a Quickening. It was unheard of, and the more unsettling thing was that kiss. It sent chills down her spine, and not in a good way. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Page dialed Gwen's cell phone, it came first on her contact list. When Gwen picked up, Page could hear the worry in her voice. "Let me talk to Jack," Page said as calmly as she could. The ever comforting sound of Jack Harkness' voice came through the other line. "Jack… I've got him…" she glanced over at Ianto, who seemed to be sleeping and smiled fondly. "He's all right."