A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the guys *sighs*


"Brooklyn can't you talk some sense into him?" Jack looked down at the hunter. Brooklyn just crossed her arms and looked up at the immortal.

"Oh so now you're gonna be nice to me? Damn it Jack I went to bat for you! Why do you think I'm here now doped up on morphine or whatever it is Owen pumped me with? You know you sure are pretty damn dense sometimes."

Jack pulled up a chair and sat next to Brooklyn. He could feel her icy stare even as he looked down at the floor. Jack swept his foot back and forth as Brooklyn waited for him to say something. Brooklyn growled to herself and pinched the bridge of her nose then felt the need to say it.

"Alright you know what? I think you don't want to commit to Ianto. I think you are enjoying keeping him following you around like some little lost dog while flaunting yourself around like a male whore. I mean when Sam or even the mere mention of his name comes up you get all possessive and act like some big dumb jock who's dating the captain of the cheerleading squad. You know what? I think I'm wasting my breath here."

Brooklyn turned on her side with back facing Jack who was still staring down at the floor. Obviously he didn't want to hear it so she wasn't going to waste her energy on someone who wouldn't heed her warnings.

Gwen watched as Brooklyn grew agitated then gave up on trying to convince the immortal of anything she had to say. It appeared Jack's own uncertainty and denseness was unexpected ally in her quest to land him as her own. But she wasn't about to give up on destroying Brooklyn in the process either. Oh no, that little Yankee bitch was still a looming threat and that threat had to be neutralized.


Ianto caught up with Sam and Dean who were returning with food. The hunters were shocked to see the Welshman running up the street towards them. Sam pushed the bags into Dean's hands and met Ianto halfway.

"Ianto you alright?"

He shook his head and caught his breath. Sam could clearly see he was troubled and it wasn't hard to guess what or rather who was behind his distress.

"No Sam I'm not. I confronted Jack about his accusations among other things and left."

Dean finally caught up hearing the tail end of the Welshman's story.

"You what just up and walked out on him?"

"Dean I pretty much laid my cards out for him. He didn't even have anything to really say."

The hunter placed a supportive hand on Ianto's shoulder feeling horrid for his friend. Dean knew how much he loved Jack but from what he had seen from the last few days he wasn't so sure that Ianto's feelings were being reciprocated. Sam just took Ianto in his arms knowing it was killing the Welshman that Jack wasn't jumping up to secure any kind of relationship other than loose sex.

"Well you can hang with us," Dean offered seeing his brother's eyes light up at the offer.

Ianto shrugged his shoulders unsure of what to do. Just then his phone started going off. Ianto saw it was Brooklyn and quickly answered it.

"Ianto? Hey it's Brook. Listen Jack just left the infirmary so if you don't wanna see him you may wanna make tracks."

"Brooklyn how did you know…."

"Ianto I know you're hurting pretty bad right now. It doesn't take a psychic to see that."

He smiled as she knew him pretty damn well in three short years.

"Well how are you doing?"

"I'm better now thanks. Oh and tell Sam and Dean to bring my damn food!"

"Will do," Ianto chuckled and hung up the phone. He turned to the brothers and eyed the food.

"Brooklyn's hungry so you better get going," Dean nodded and rushed off leaving Sam with Ianto on the street.

"Hey Ianto if you wanna be alone I can head back to my room," Sam hitched a thumb towards the direction of their hotel.

"No I will be fine. Besides I rather fancy your company," Sam smiled and felt his face burning as they headed back to his place. Around the corner Jack witnessed the entire thing and saw red. The Welshman was his! So what if he had relationship issues?! It was him Ianto loved not that damned hunter. Besides, what could Sam possibly have to offer that he didn't?


Owen watched as Jack moped back towards his office and waited until the door was shut. He slipped back inside the infirmary where Brooklyn was resting on her side.

"Jack if you're going to start whining again about Ianto walking away…." She turned to see Owen standing there.

"Oh, sorry Owen I thought you were Jack," she turned on her back.

"I take it Jack heard something he wasn't expecting?" He pulled up a seat.

"Well Ianto walked out after calling Jack out on some issues which you are already aware of and he expected me to stop him. Long story short I called him out on his behavior and he didn't like it."

Owen sadly shook his head not realizing just how bad his issues were. He looked at Brooklyn seeing her raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"What?"

"Brooklyn this is why I like you. You don't hold back and call things out like they are. I don't think any of us realized just how deep the proverbial rabbit hole went. But you are right though Jack has no room to talk if he won't cease acting like a common streetwalker."

"You know Owen I really did fight for that guy and I got a part of my scalp ripped out!" She pointed to the gauze for added effect.

"And yet Ianto still got screwed in the deal. Sometimes I think Sam would be better for him. At least he showed respect and treated Ianto as a genuine human being with feelings and emotions. And I'm not saying that because I'm with Dean either just so you know," she pointed a finger at him. Owen smiled and lightly chuckled.

"Brook I know what you're saying is truth. When Sam came with you this time I saw Ianto's eyes light up when they fell on him."

"Uh someone order Chinese?" Dean held up the bag seeing Brooklyn's eyes fix on the offering.

"You have five seconds to bring that down over here before I leap up and snatch it from your hands."

"Alright settle down there," Dean handed over the take out box making sure to count his fingers after the carton was snatched out of his hand.

"What? I'm freaking starving here!" Dean and Owen exchanged amusing looks as Brooklyn shoveled broccoli beef and fried rice down as fast as she could.


Gwen walked through the halls determined to come up with a way to rid herself of a red haired pest. She found herself in the holding area and saw the weevil Jack had affectionately named Jane staring back at her. Gwen wasn't one to resort to killing but rather she just wanted Brooklyn out of the way long enough for her to wrangle in a certain immortal.


Sam brought in another cup of tea hoping it would soothe Ianto's jittered nerves. He watched as shaky hands took the mug and placed it on the table. The Welshman had pulled off his sport jacket and vest dressed now in just his pants shirt and tie.

"He doesn't want me," Ianto sadly said.

Sam wasn't sure what to say to something like that. What the fuck was wrong with Jack Harkness?!?! He couldn't just mark Ianto and then claim him like some wanton savage would property or people! The thought made Sam silently seethe as he saw Ianto staring in his mug.

"Well if Jack can't get his damn head out of his damn ass then screw him! You are a great person Ianto and you deserve so much more from someone else if Jack won't return your feelings."

Ianto wasn't surprised by Sam's declaration as he knew his friend wasn't impressed with the immortal but still he loved Jack and always would however, he wondered if perhaps what he had needed all along was sitting right in front of him. Ianto shook his head and instead tried to savor the delicate tea brew letting his mind and heart clear a bit.


Gwen decided to wait until Brooklyn was up and feeling better before she decided to enact her next plan. Plus it gave her time to work out any details that she may have overlooked initially.

"Jack why can't you just give up on Ianto and see what's been right in front of you?"


I know slow update but I have 5 stories I am working on at once......