Just the other team members thoughts. Apologies for spelling mistakes. :)
Got a little stuck with the story, and this was the only thing i could think of.
Sorry it's quite lame.
Chapter 10
Tosh's POV.
Over a week. Ianto's been missing for over a week. Jack's a complete wreck. Owen's not himself. And Gwen just trying to lighten the mood. If I'm honest, it's only making things worse.
Me, well, I just miss Ianto. I'm scared for his safety. I just want him back here, safe with us. With Jack.
Poor Jack. He's been sitting at my desk for house on end, replaying the same ten second footage we found of the shadow. He's not giving up. He really isn't. I know for a fact that he hasn't slept and he's hardly eaten. I've never seen him like this, and it's scaring me.
I spoke with Owen this morning when we did our morning trip to Starbucks. He's still refusing to believe that Ianto's been kidnapped. He says the only logical reason for Ianto's disappearance was that he trashed the hub, and then ran away.
I know that's not true. Ianto wouldn't do that. He couldn't. I remember once, he was angry at Jack for leaving us to go with The Doctor, and he pushed over a pile of files. As soon as they hit the floor, he bent down, picked them up and ordered them. He's not capable of trashing the hub.
Even if it was him, he'd be so guilt ridden, he'd come back and tidy it all himself.
I swear, Jack is going to go insane. Gwen has become clingy. I know she think she's trying to help, but I've seen the frustration in the man's eyes when she flutters her eyelashes and offers to help him.
I know that Gwen likes Jack, but it's almost like she wants Ianto out the way so she can get her paws on Jack.
Owen just blanked me...
I asked him if he wanted a blueberry or chocolate chip muffin...and he ignored me. He's never done that before. He's snapped at me over the past week, but I know that it's because of the pressure of Ianto's disappearance.
I don't think he knows how much I need him right now. I'm falling apart. All I want is for him to hold me and tell me that things are going to be okay; but now he's blanking me. He told me he loved me two weeks ago. If he loved me, he wouldn't do this. He'd be there for me.
I need him so much.
Owens POV.
They still don't believe me that Ianto trashed the hub. It's the only way that all of his makes sense! If he got kidnapped, then why the hell was his phone here? He must have trashed the place, ran away and not realised he left his phone.
I wouldn't be surprised if it was him. He hid his fucking cyber-woman girlfriend in the basement. He acts like the innocent one when really, he's just as bad as all of us lot.
Gah. Who am I kidding? I miss that git. Actually, I miss his coffee. Starbucks coffee is starting to taste bland. Even the little marshmallow things they put in it are doing nothing for me anymore.
You know what the worst part of Ianto's disappearance is? I've been a right prick to Tosh. I've been really snappy towards her, and I just blanked her. I don't know why I just did that. She only asked me if I wanted a blueberry or chocolate chip muffin, and I just walked straight past her. I love her. I really love her. I can see the hurt in her eyes, and I know that it's mainly because of me. I just wanna hold her and tell her that every things going to be okay.
I'm such a bad boyfriend.
Jack's not. He's not stopped looking at that damn shadow on the CCTV footage. He's not going to stop looking until he knows where Ianto is; till he's back here and safe.
I should be looking after Tosh – making sure that she's okay; but im not. I'm sitting on my own in Jack's office looking through files.
I'm such a bad person.
Gwen's POV.
I'm trying my hardest to keep every ones spirits up, but are they listening to me? Nope.
Trying to consol Jack is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I try and comfort him, but he just shrugs me off. He's not eating. He's not sleeping. Just sitting on that bloody computer looking at a shadow, and quite frankly, he's getting nowhere.
All we know is that it's a 5"6 male. That really narrows it down.
I miss Ianto. He always manages to lighten the mood with his witty comments towards Jack. But now it's silent, apart from the light tapping of Jack and Tosh on the computers, the sound of Owen flipping through the files and the occasional squawk from Myfanwy.
Owen still insists that Ianto trashed the hub. I think Ianto's been taken. He wouldn't have just trashed the hub. He hates mess. He practically shuns the idea of it.
There is a good side to having Ianto gone though. I get to spend more time with Jack; even though he wants to be alone, I can sit with him and help him. I do miss Ianto though. It'd be good to have him around again. If I'm honest, I'm quite worried about him. He could be hurt.
Plus, it'd be good to see Jack smile again.
Jack's POV.
He's still missing. My Ianto's still missing. I need him; I miss him, I'm scared for him. He can't have trashed the hub, and I would know if he'd been taken. It's got to be something else. Maybe he's visiting family and didn't wanna tell me?
I need some of his coffee magic. Starbucks is getting boring. The marshmallows were good at first, but now they're just…blergh.
When Ianto did his special hot chocolate he used this whipped cream, powdered chocolate and chocolate sprinkles. I could really do with one of those now.
I'm getting nowhere with the CCTV footage. It's not helping me find Ianto, but it helps keep my mind off it a little.
I haven't felt the need to eat food or sleep. I can only properly sleep when I'm with Ianto. I've actually slept through the night when I was with him. I've never been able to do that with any other of my lovers.
The thought that Ianto might have been kidnapped makes my heart stop. The thought that someone has him captive…that they might be hurting him; it's unbearable. I just want him back here where I know he's safe. It wasn't even two weeks ago when he was bedridden. He's not fully recovered from his illness. He's vulnerable. Extremely vulnerable.
I swear, if anyone hurts him, I'll kill them.
Might be a while until more updates.
Got major writers block.