The Year That Never Was-AU

Summary : AU story- childfic –What was with the master's obsession over team Torchwood's Teaboy?

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters or the show Torchwood blah blah blah...

Chapter 12

15 minutes had passed since the Master left his room and Ianto was getting restless again; he wanted answers. Now that his Dad had taken his knife away he needed a new way to get out. Searching around his bedroom hopelessly throwing toys off shelves and even checking under the bed, for something to use.

Until he came across a Small pin attached to the bed in the middle of the room. Quietly he began to pick the lock trying not to inform the guard, of his escape.

Slowly opening the door and taking a small step, for reaching distant of the guard, he took his swing, for the shoulder, knocking him out. Making sure he had the keys to Jack's cell, he dragged the guard into his room and cello taped his mouth and arms. Following through with his plan, he grabbed the walkie talkie and keys attached to the unconscious man and left the room making sure to lock it.

He quickly set off in a steady pace making sure to avoid guards on patrol and especially his father's little friends. He had to get to Jack. Had to understand why he let his father take him. He soon arrived at the cells, checking to hear any sounds indicating the guards or worse his father; he strode in to find them empty. No Jack, No guards, no one.

He desperately turned sprinting to the lower levels (servants headquarters) searching for Tish while screaming out her name. She would know where Jack is.

After minutes of searching he came across the female servants' quarters. They all shared one room, with standards just above a cell. Ianto couldn't believe how his father had treated these people. As soon as he strode through the small doors, all the Servants stood and curtsied. All including a certain Tish Jones, who he ran straight over to.

'Tish! What's he done to Jack? Where is he?'

Tish didn't know how to tell him. She knew exactly where Jack was, but she also knew the second Ianto took a step in their he would regret it. Also the Master wouldn't be happy with her to find out she help his son defy him and knowing how desperate the servants were...

'Ianto... Let me take you back to your room.'

Ianto couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why was she helping his father? The man that hunts for her family every day. 'Tish...' he whispered not knowing what to say.

'Trust me, Sir. Your father won't be happy if he knows you've been down here.'

Realizing he had put her in danger of his father he quickly gave her a hug whispering '15 minutes' then he left.

TYTNW

'Now where were we? Oh yes I remember...' Suddenly he jumped towards Jack, dragging the knife, he took from Ianto, out of his slim body. Jack had become all bones in the last few months of being prisoner and every time he died it got worse.

As his blood flowed freely from the wound, the master continued his rant. 'You see freak, Ianto is MY son. He loves me. You got that. He has no interest in you.'

'you sure about that. I mean if anything like last night is something to go by...' he was cut off as the Master violently began to punch, catching the newly made wound, causing Jack to squirm and scream slightly.

'He's my son! Mine!' he continued to punch until Jack sight black out and he was unconscious. 'mine...' the Master whispered, leaving the room quickly.