Ianto walked out into the sunshine, paused and raised his face up to the sky. He did that every time he was allowed out into the grounds of his prison. His guards thought it was it was because he missed the feel of the sun and the breeze on his skin and, to some extent that was true; but Ianto had also seen a spy movie once in which the hero, who was being held in a foreign prison, did the same thing. The rationale behind the action was to show his face to any spy satellite passing overhead, so that any people who were looking for him would know he was still alive and where he was. Ianto knew it was a long shot, he didn't know if spy satellites were that sensitive or even if anyone actually was looking for him. He had been at Cynnal tŷ pen for three weeks or so as far as he could tell. His days all blended into one another. Parry visited him regularly and had graduated from demanding blow jobs and hand jobs to fucking, pounding into Ianto hard and silently, two or three times a week. After the first time it had happened a guard entered Ianto's cell an hour later and mutely handed him an Ian Fleming novel. The message from Parry was clear, give me what I want and your life will be easier, it had brought a grim smile to Ianto's lips, it was obviously Parry's way of convincing himself that his "dalliances" with Ianto were consensual . His father had done much the same thing. Today's trip outside was the result of providing an hour's "entertainment" to Parry and one of his friends. It had made walking painful but, Ianto thought sadly it was worth it to get out into the fresh air.

He wandered over to his favourite bench under a willow tree, his guards lingering a few paces behind him. In general, the guards seemed to be fairly sympathetic to the quiet young man. He caused them no trouble and, once they had discovered his coffee making skills they were inclined to try to make thing less miserable for him when they could, although none of them attempted to intervene to bring a stop to Parry's sexual abuse of him. Ianto didn't blame them, he understood that, like him, they were doing whatever they had to do to survive, that was just how Torchwood worked, how it made you in the end. Gingerly, he sat down and then put his head in his hands. I know you will come for me Jack, he thought miserably, but I really wish you would hurry up. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I-I'm scared and I miss you, please, please come get me.


Jack sat at the head of the table in the conference room and picked half heartedly at the Chinese food that Toshiko had taken delivery of for the whole team. He was contemplating the fluidity of time. He knew that the Doctor had kept him in the Tardis for more than a few days whilst he healed psychologically both from being Hartman's prisoner and also from the painful memories that the experience had stirred in him. He knew that without the intervention of the Doctor and, more importantly, the Tardis he would be even more of a mess inside his head than he was right now but... 'Fuck, fuck, fuck' he slammed his hand on the table, making Suzie jump and upsetting a carton of shrimp fried rice, 'he's a fucking time lord – how can he have got it so wrong? We were supposed to be back here before we left Glasgow instead he over shoots by three weeks and ...oh sweet gods, Ianto, what has happened to Ianto? ' he looked at his team with desperation, noticing with sick dread how they all avoided his eyes.

Tosh, who was sitting next to Jack took a hold of his wrist, 'Jack you have to calm down' she said, 'there are a lot of things we have to tell you before we start to talk about Ianto. For a start, Torchwood One is gone.'

Jack stared at her, 'Gone? What do you mean gone? Gone like Four is gone, or...'

'Destroyed' said Tosh bluntly, 'virtually levelled'

'But...why...how?' Jack's shock and bewilderment rendered him almost incoherent.

Suzie took up the narrative, 'Hartman was experimenting with a sphere that had come through the void, she thought she had found a source of limitless energy, thought it would release us from our dependency on overseas oil, make Britain great again, queen and country, all that crap. You know what she was like... The so-called ghost shifts that she thought were a side effect of trying to manipulate the void were really the precursors of an invasion force,' she paused, 'have you heard of Cybermen, Jack'

Jack nodded, 'a hideous souless race' he said, 'they convert races into Cybermen like themselves, just one can conquer a whole planet in a little under two weeks. If Hartman let Cybermen into Torchwood Tower, she was opening herself up to a world of hurt.'

Wordlessly Tosh called up the CCTV she had recovered from the Torchwood server and the Cardiff team watched silently as Hartman was struck down by a Cybermen as it materialised from the void. Jack let out a small exclamation of horror as he recognised Lisa Hallett who was one of the first to be dragged off screaming to the conversion units, but when the sphere opened and the Dalek army began to emerge. Jack jumped to his feet in a panic, 'turn it off, turn it OFF.'

Tosh did so and turned to Jack who was visibly shaking, 'Canary Wharf fell.' It was a statement not a question but Toshiko nodded anyway

'How many died?'

Tosh lowered her head, '796'

'Oh gods'

Owen chipped in, 'it could have been a lot worse, Captain. The Doctor turned up at the last minute and managed to send the lot of them packing, back into the void.'

'Fantastic' snarked Jack, although it seemed to his team that his voice broke slightly, 'he manages the right time and place for everyone else'

'Not for the 796 who died' pointed out Owen, ignoring the glares that both Tosh and Suzie sent his way.

Tosh took hold of Jack's hand and pulled him back into his seat, 'please, Jack sit down.'

Jack buried his head in his hands, 'go on' he said dully

'We went through the ruins as soon as we could,' Suzie declared, 'I'm pretty sure we got most of their tech – ya know, stop it falling into the wrong hands...'

'Yeah, like UNIT's, for example' muttered Tosh bitterly.

Suzie glared at her for the interruption, 'anyway' she continued, 'Owen and I liberated whatever tech we could get our hands on, most of it is down in the archives waiting for you to identify what you can, and Tosh pretty much cleared everything off their main server.'

'Good work, team' said Jack. He fell silent, staring into the distance but then gradually he began to smile, 'Hartman is dead. Torchwood will be in disarray. If Ianto is being held somewhere that is linked to Torchwood London it may make it easier to get him back.'

Tosh nodded then added hesitantly and softly 'I can't find him, Jack. I've tried and tried. There is no record of what Hartman's orders were, no clue as to where he is being held or what she planned to do with him. I'm sorry, Jack, if he was still being held in Torchwood Tower when the void and the sphere opened I think there is a very good chance that he might be dead.'

'No' said Jack firmly, 'I can't believe that, I won't. If he was dead we'd have found his body.'

Owen cleared his throat uncomfortably, 'not necessarily, Jack' he said gently, 'When the doctor opened the void a lot of...' he paused, 'collateral damage occurred'

Jack frowned, 'what do you mean "collateral damage", Owen'

'Not all of the 796 died in the battle, a far few were sucked into the void with the Cybermen and Dalek armies.'

'No' said Jack again, but with more certainty than previously ' if he was gone I would know it, I would feel it. There must be other things can try, other things we can do'

Tosh hesitated, then said 'One of the programmes I liberated from Canary Wharf is a facial recognition/tracking worm. I can set it running and it will scan everyone on the planet across a variety of digital activities. It picks up all CCTV, credit card transactions, phone calls, everything. It accesses any and all digital data streams. Make a phone call in middle of the Sahara Desert this little programme will find you, and if there is more than an 80% chance of a match I can set it to redirect a satellite to get a visual'

Owen whistled, 'that is so cool.' Suzie nodded in agreement

Tosh smiled, 'It's amazing' she threw a quick glance at Jack, 'It's too advanced and sophisticated to be anything but alien.'

'You had this programme and you didn't bother using before now?' asked Jack his tone furious

Owen jumped in, 'Torchwood One was down, You were gone, we didn't know where, no-one knew when or even if you were gonna be back, Suzie and I were in London salvaging everything we could, Tosh was working 24/7 to retrieve what she could from the server AND dealing with whatever the rift was throwing at her here in Cardiff so forgive us if finding your lastest fuck toy was not number one on our things-to-do list, OK Jack?

Suzie and Tosh just kept their heads down, they did not want to get in the middle of an Owen and Jack fight, but Jack surprised them by refusing to take Owen on. He turned back to Tosh, 'how long will that take' he enquired, not really interested in anything but the task in hand.

'To scan all seven billion people on the planet' said Tosh, 'using this programme, about forty-eight hours. And...Jack, it was virtually the last thing I pulled from London, honestly'

'Ok Tosh' said Jack placing a conciliatory hand on her shoulder, 'do it.'

'Ok; said Tosh, 'I can set it running now, using Ianto's picture and biometric data from his personnel file and it will ping me if it gets a match.

Jack placed a gentle kiss on Tosh's forehead, 'Toshiko Sato, you are a genius'

Tosh smiled back and pulled her laptop towards her, 'OK Jack, let's find Ianto for you.'