"He transported." Tosh confirmed. Jack slammed his fist down on the table impatiently.
"Yeah, but to where?"
"I don't now, Jack; he's blocked all signals from his device so we can't trace it."
"But...there has to be something." Jack was on the verge of breaking down. "He has Ianto, we...we have to get Ianto back." Gwen put a hand on Jack's shoulder, but he shook it off. "Find him." Jack instructed, and stalked into his office, tears spilling freely down his face.
*
Owen knocked on Jack's office door an hour later. There was no response. Owen tried to open the door, but he found it was locked. Owen braced himself, and then shoved his shoulder against the door, pushing his weight against it. He saw Jack huddled in a corner of the room. "Hi Owen." The older man said, brokenly.
"Jack, I..." Owen started, but Jack cut him off.
"He was my everything, Owen. I was going to ask him to marry me," Owen's eyebrows shot up. "I wanted to spend every day of his very short life loving him, knowing I'd always loved him, even when he left me, the way everyone does. He was the one, Owen. I know I don't believe in all that stuff, but I honestly believed he was the one for me."
"But, Jack..."
"I loved him. I still do. I always will."
"Always is a long time, Jack."
"I know that." Jack hissed. "I know that better than anyone else. But that's exactly how long I'm gunna love him. It's not like I can help it."
"Jack, I don't think..."
"Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones." Jack said, smiling dopily, even though he was still crying. "A team. We fit. It's like...he's my missing piece or something."
"Missing is right." Owen interjected.
"What is it with you?" Jack asked, suddenly. "You could at least..."
"He's GONE, Jack!" Owen exploded.
"But Tosh..."
"Tosh can't find him; none of us know what the hell is going on. We're crippled, Jack."
"But, I..."
"And do you know what the worst part is? It's your fault. Your mess. And we can't fix it. John. Your ex. The Doctor. Your problem. It's all YOU! And Ianto's gone, so instead of sitting here reminiscing, why don't you get out there and do something?! Because we need Ianto, and it's your fault he's gone, so I hope you're HAPPY!" Owen roared. He stormed out of Jack's office, his face like thunder. Whereas his words were supposed to get Jack doing something, they simply made him cry harder. It was always his fault, always his responsibility. Jack put his head on his knees, sobbing. He didn't look up until he heard a very familiar sound, and a voice he knew all too well. The one voice he really didn't want to hear right now.