After finding Jack cowering in the kitchen poised to cut himself open Ianto had ordered him back to bed, made them both a drink and then returned himself to sit next to Jack, handing one of the mugs over.

Ianto spent several minutes rubbing Jack's back in an attempt to calm the other man down and when Jack finally did stop crying, he took a deep breath.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong now?" Ianto asked. Jack glanced at him.

"I can't," he sighed.

"Why not?" Ianto looked at him and Jack felt like crying again.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt," Jack replied.

"I'm a big boy Jack," Ianto said gently. "I'm sure whatever it is I can handle it. Judging by the way you've been acting recently though I don't think you can cope with keeping it to yourself any longer."

"Ianto I..." Jack hated the completely innocent look Ianto gave him. That unbelievably cute, naive and lovable man that Jack just couldn't hurt, but at the same time he couldn't lie to him anymore.

Taking a deep breath Jack started with his life back on the Boeshane Peninsula after his brother had disappeared and went right through to the present day not omitting a single fact. It took several hours' long explanation during which Ianto never spoke a word. By the time Jack finished it was starting to get light.

"Martha... Martha did an ultrasound whilst we were down at the UNIT camp," Jack pulled the crumpled photo out of his trousers which were lying on the floor next to the bed. He handed it to Ianto, trying to gauge the Welshman's reaction as he stared down at the tiny foetus.

"You spent all this time dealing with this on your own?" Ianto asked, looking up at Jack.

"I'm going to lose the baby anyway," Jack shrugged. "I didn't want you to lose it too."

"Oh Jack," Ianto pulled him in for a hug. "You should've told me."

"I know," Jack pulled back enough to look at Ianto. "But even admitting it to myself meant I had to accept that it was real... Since you... we've only had sex twice... I didn't want you to feel like you'd screwed up..."

"Yeah, well..." Ianto looked down at his hands in his lap. "I'm always gonna feel like that."

"You shouldn't," Jack said firmly. "Because you haven't. Ok?"

"Right sorry pair we make," Ianto met Jack's gaze again. "Just promise me that you won't try to self abort again. One crazy person's enough for this relationship."

"You're not crazy," Jack replied.

"Only 'cause I'm on the meds," Ianto pointed out softly. "Promise me Jack."

"I promise," Jack said honestly.

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After getting a few more hours rest Cuddy allowed House to visit Wilson again. She told him that he might be best off saying goodbye, but House refused to believe that his team would let him down when it came to saving Wilson's life.

Things were looking bleak. Wilson's condition continued to deteriorate and he was now not only on dialysis but bypass as well. Even if they found a cure he would need a new kidney and a new heart. Not many people got both.

"I'll find a way," House promised, squeezing Wilson's hand gently. The hand was cold and pale and felt nothing like House remembered but right then it was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. "I... I'm going to leave... but I will come back ok? I don't care what anybody says I am going to save you."

House got no response, but he was pretty sure Wilson's heart rate would've quickened slightly if it wasn't currently controlled by a machine. Sighing, House reluctantly let go of Wilson's hand and wandered slowly back towards his room.

His cooperation had earned him the trust of Cuddy and he was no longer tied to the bed. House thought this to be rather foolish, but he didn't complain. If he was going to save Wilson he needed to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Working quickly he changed out of the hospital gown he was in and pulled on his clothes. Pocketing his Vicodin bottles and grabbing his cane he headed for the door, checking the coast was clear before darting out.

When Kutner wandered in a few hours later to let House know that Wilson was still getting worse he found the room empty. Frowning slightly, he went to ask the others if they knew where House was.

As soon as Cuddy got wind that House was missing she phoned the police and sent Cameron, Kutner and Taub out to find him. It was raining heavily outside and they doubted House would've got far, especially as he didn't have his bike.

Cuddy remained in her office, pacing up and down occasionally glancing at the phone waiting for any news of her head diagnostician. When the phone finally did ring it made her jump. She ran round her desk and picked it up quickly.

"Hello?" She said breathlessly.

"Tell the kids to get back to the hospital and continue working on Wilson."

It was House. Cuddy frowned slightly. Was she that predictable that he knew she'd have half his team out looking for him?

"House, where are you?" She asked ignoring his order. "What are doing?"

"Tell the kids to keep Wilson stable," House repeated. "I'm going to save him."

There was a click as House hung up. Cuddy sighed in frustration and put the phone down. Where ever he was, she only hoped he was ok. She thought for a moment before picking the phone back up and dialling.

"Cameron? You and the others need to come back."

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Jack watched Ianto hurrying about the flat, trying to tidy up one last time before they left for the Hub. Ianto hadn't mentioned their conversation again and now seemed to be acting like nothing was wrong at all. It was starting to worry Jack a little.

"Right, ok," Ianto stood in the middle of the living room glancing round. "I think... ready?"

He turned to Jack who was sat on the sofa, pale and sick, worried that Ianto was taking the news of his pregnancy almost as badly as the Captain had.

"Yeah," Jack stood up. "Ianto, are you ok?"

"Fine," Ianto smiled. "Come on, we better leave before I find something else to clean."

That was the other thing. Ianto only ever went on bouts of manic cleaning when he was stressed or upset (or both) and since getting up that morning the Welshman had done nothing but dust, mop, hoover and tidy.

Heading out to his car, Ianto seemed more erratic than ever. Jack hadn't seen him act like this since just before he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Pausing by the driver's side door of the small blue car Jack looked at Ianto for a moment.

"Did you take your pills this morning?" He asked.

"What? Yeah," Ianto looked up at him frowning slightly. "What makes you say that?"

"Just checking," Jack shrugged as they both got in.

"You don't trust me?" Ianto sounded hurt. "Because you're not exactly the best person to judge are you?"

"Ianto, I was only asking because I care," Jack replied, sounding just as hurt that Ianto could think he wasn't trusted.

"Yeah... I know..." Ianto sighed, glancing at Jack. "Sorry."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Jack asked as he started the car and set off for the Hub.

"Yes," Ianto said firmly. "Just tired and irritable, nothing personal honest."

Jack smiled slightly and they lapsed into silence, not speaking again until they reached the Hub. Gwen was waiting on the decking outside the tourist information centre for them, holding coffee from Starbucks in a cardboard holder.

"Hey," she said as they approached. "Did you find anyone?"

Ianto took one look at the processed coffee in her hands and stormed straight past her into the Hub. Jack sighed and shot her an apologetic look.

"He's not had the best weekend," he replied gently. "Probably not the best idea to greet him with that coffee."