Ianto took a breath, feeling very wary as he slowly surfaced back to reality. His arm was throbbing painfully. Though not as painfully as his left hand which seemed to be trapped in some death like grip. He opened his eyes and looked at Jack, who was clinging onto him, his eyes red with crying. But he smiled as he saw Ianto's eyes open, and the blue in Jack's eye took sudden prominence.

"Hi," Ianto said.

"Hello. You're all right." Jack's eyes watered again. Ianto would have reached up his other arm, but it was pinned down, with two needles attached to drips jabbed into it.

"Yes, I'm okay," Ianto said drowsily. He looked at the drips and wondered what the devil was in them. Whatever it was, it felt good. But he worried about it. Jack didn't like anything like that, unless it was necessary. That was the purpose of their bi-weekly sleepovers at each other's houses. Because he didn't want Ianto taking too much of anything.

"Jack? What about the… little weevils?"

Jack's face closed a little. "I don't know." Ianto frowned.

"Did they…." Ianto tried to voice his concerns but he stopped. He felt so tired; he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"I thought I told you to call me if he woke up!" Owen snapped. Jack looked round. Owen stood by the door, a very nasty looking item in his hand. It was about the size of a CD, a circular object with two small pincers on it. Whatever it was beeped as Owen held it.

"Come on Jack, out of the way. I don't have much time to do this in public."

"But what's that?" Jack demanded, not moving.

Owen walked up to him, looming over him. He had had enough of Jack today. He had clung onto Ianto making it impossible for the paramedics to do their job; and because Jack refused to be separated from Ianto, Owen had been forced to chase the ambulance in Gwen's car. That left Ianto's delicate care to the paramedics. He probably couldn't dispute the job they would do was good but Owen would have felt much better if he could have had access to Ianto continuously. He had been considering the fact that the male which had bitten Ianto didn't seem quite right. Hence, his actions now.

"Move out of the way now, Jack, or once I'm done, I am taking you back to the hub, locking you in a cell and leaving you there until you get your memory back. And even Ianto won't be able to override the lock, if and when he gets better. I will leave you stuck in there, because of you getting in the way we have more problems than ever to deal with. Now move!"

Jack gazed up in shock. Then the chair scraped back and he scurried out of the way, moving around Owen and going to the far end of the room, hiding in the corner. Owen shook his head and turned his attention to what he needed to do. He put the item near Ianto's arm and the pincers lashed out to lock onto him. Ianto moaned, his eyelids fluttered, but he dozed off again without much hassle.

"What does that do?" Jack asked tentatively, making sure he was well out of the way. Owen glared at him and Jack huddled in the corner.

"It should hopefully be able to tell me if that male passed anything nasty onto him. As soon as I'm sure it's safe to move him we are taking him back to the hub."

Jack nodded eyes wide. He didn't dare say anything. Ianto stirred again and opened his eyes. He blinked a little and looked around. Up at Owen first and then to Jack, still hiding in the corner.

"What's the matter?" Ianto asked him. Jack said nothing; he just looked warily at Owen. Who cleared the matter up, no problem.

"If he gets in my way again I'm locking him in the vaults."

"Owen," Ianto complained. He didn't feel like he had much energy for it. Owen shrugged. "Ow!" Ianto added as the pincers released from his arm. Owen stared at the readings.

"Okay, you don't appear to have picked up anything nasty but I want you at the hub with me, and I want to autopsy that big guy as soon as possible."

"What about the youngsters?"

"Gwen and Tosh got them back to the hub. The police helped them move the corpses and Gwen's gone back to the station to retcon them, just to be on the safe side."

Ianto nodded. It sounded sensible to him. He sat back in the pillows, feeling exhausted. Carefully he tried to lift his damaged arm. There was a thick, white bandage around it.

"We had to stitch some of it, and you lost a bit of blood, quite a bit of blood, but as long as you don't move it around too much it should be fine." Owen sounded slightly accusatory as he spoke. Ianto looked up at him.

"Better that than my throat."

Owen couldn't much argue with that. He'd tried that one himself, and couldn't really recommend it.

"I'll sort out getting you discharged; Gwen should be here soon with the SUV." He turned and walked out, sending Jack a slight glare. Ianto watched Jack frown in confusion. Ianto couldn't really blame him for that. All he had done was react to save Ianto's life. It was in reality very unlikely that they could have controlled the male. What annoyed them, Ianto guessed, was the fact he had just shot the female. One they could have probably subdued, and then they wouldn't have had two orphaned weevils to deal with. And several police to retcon.

Now, Jack stared at Ianto, looking too frightened to come near him. Ianto held out his good hand.

"Come on."

Jack shuffled out from the corner, but he didn't look too keen to go anywhere close to Ianto. Instead he looked nervously at the door, for any sign of Owen.

"Jack, come on, it's all right."

"Owen said he'd lock me in the vault," Jack said. Ianto scowled.

"Did he now? Well, he won't, I won't let him."

"He said you wouldn't be able to unlock it."

Ianto smirked, raising his eyebrows. "Oh yeah, he might like to think that. Don't keep hovering like that, come here."

Jack glanced nervously at the door again and he shuffled to Ianto's right side, sliding between the wall and the bed. He couldn't hold Ianto's hand there, what with the bandage and the drip, so instead he perched at the end of the bed and put his hand on Ianto's leg. Just above his knee. Ianto hoped that he wouldn't attempt to go any higher. He didn't think he was really up to fending Jack off at the moment. However, whether it was Owen's threats, or the look on Ianto's face that did it, Jack did nothing more than sit there. Ianto relaxed back into the bed, he got the feeling he was going to be stuck at the hub overnight so he wanted to take in the feeling of the soft pillows and mattress while he could.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Jack's hand tightened a little. But he didn't say anything. Probably too frightened to, Ianto thought wearily but he felt too tired to bother to reassure him. After a moment Jack's hand stopped clinging to him and instead smoothed the bedcovers down over him, stroking his legs lightly. The gesture was almost innocent. Jack didn't move too far above his knees, but the hint was there. Unfortunately Ianto couldn't think of another way to soothe Jack, so he just let Jack get on with it. But he stopped a few moments later and Ianto slowly opened one eye. Owen stood in the doorway, with Gwen just behind him.

"When you two have quite finished," Owen said.

It told Ianto straight away, just how worried Owen was, when he let Gwen drive. He also made Jack sit in the passenger seat so he could be in the back with Ianto. They had put his arm in a sling, and draped his jacket over his shoulders. His shirt had been ripped to pieces, first by the weevil, and then by Jack, so the paramedics could get to him. And God alone knew where his tie had gone. Ianto didn't argue with any of it. Neither did Jack. Ianto hoped that was just Jack taking the hint from him, rather than the fear of Owen's threat. Ianto wouldn't have really put it past Owen but Ianto wasn't going to let it happen.

Gwen tried to manoeuvre through the Cardiff traffic as carefully as possible on the way back. Owen had dosed him up with painkillers but still it felt like agony every time the SUV slowed down or speeded up. Jack kept turning in the seat, giving him worried glances, and Owen kept his own intense eye on him.

"I'm going to need another shirt," Ianto said, trying to sound calm and remembering that he had nothing at the hub. He had meant to bring something in today, but with everything else going on, he forgot.

"I can go and get you something when I've dropped you off," Gwen said helpfully. Ianto nodded.

"You can take Jack with you," Owen added. Ianto looked at him, so did Jack.

"But I want to stay with Ianto," Jack said.

Owen looked at him. "And I want some peace and quiet to get Ianto settled. Gwen can take you and you can pick out whatever Ianto wants. You know where things are don't you?"

Jack nodded; he had had a good rummage around that morning, while Ianto was trying to get dressed. It had been like having a very large but amenable toddler playing in the room. Every drawer seemed to have required examination and an explanation of whose things were where. The half an hour Jack had done that had been loosely broken up with attempts to persuade Ianto to have sex. Jack also seemed to have retained his inability to take no for an answer.

"Well, there you go. You can make yourself useful and let Ianto get some rest. I get the feeling you are more than a little wearing at the moment," Owen said. Ianto smiled slightly, glancing at Jack. Jack smiled back.

"What should I get?" Jack asked.

"A shirt, and some underwear, and socks," Ianto said. "I don't think I'll need that much."

Owen looked at his watch. "It's four o'clock now, it's at least one overnight stay, maybe another."

"I'll be fine tomorrow. I've only been bitten."

"Yeah, let's hope that's all. I'll tell you what you are doing once I've opened up the weevil and made sure nothing is wrong with him," Owen said. Ianto rolled his eyes and then started to fumble about in his pocket with his good hand.

"Where the hell are my keys?"

"Oh," Jack said. He turned in the seat so he could reach into his pocket and he pulled out Ianto's set of keys and held them up. "They fell out of your pocket in the ambulance. I looked after them."

Jack sounded immensely proud of himself; he smiled at Ianto, who smiled back. He would never admit it in a million years, and certainly never to Owen or Jack, but Owen was right. Ianto was too tired to deal with Jack at the moment. Half and hour or so without him, just a little while, would at least give him chance to relax.

"If you want," Gwen said, picking up his thoughts. "I could look after Jack tonight. I'm sure Rhys won't mind."

"No," Ianto and Jack said at the same time.

"Just bring him back to the hub," Ianto said.

"I want to stay with Ianto," Jack announced over him; loudly.

Gwen frowned, she caught Owen's eye in the rear view mirror. Owen raised his eyebrows at her and shook his head. Her expression moved from a frown to a scowl.

"Like I said, I don't think Rhys will like that much. Plus I'm going to be there, I can do the autopsy tonight. It's not like I need to sleep."

"Why not?" Jack asked.

Owen shook his head. He was not explaining that to Jack. "It doesn't matter."

"But…?"

"Jack! The vaults!"

Jack looked startled and then slowly turned and sank down in the seat, folding his arms across his chest. He slouched slightly and Ianto smirked as he heard Jack mutter to himself, loudly.

"You're mean!"