"This should be interesting." John smiled.

"Very." Ianto stated. Jack sat on the floor of the cage watching intently, whilst he still could. Rhys was gazing directly at an unconscious Gwen; you could almost hear him willing her to wake.

Next door both Tosh and Owen were curled up on the floor, there eyes sore but dry. Tosh was numb, no thoughts. She couldn't move even if she wanted to, and she didn't want to she loved being in Owens arms.

"Tosh sweetie, I'm just going to got talk."

"No, don't let go of me."

"It will be fine, I promise." He gently pressed his lips against hers. His touch melting her inhibitions. What is it with men and manipulation; they seem to be born with it. Then he unravelled his arms from around her, and walked towards the door faking confidence.

Meanwhile, John had positioned himself and Ianto on the floor. He sat on top of him thrusting the gun into his head. John taunted him, laughed as he squirmed at his callous plans.

"John." Dr Owen Harper requested.

"What do you want?" John rolled his eyes like a female teenager. "Can't you see I'm busy?" He glanced down at Ianto.

"I want to check if Gwen's okay, at least let me bring her in here."

"No."

"Oh you're such a twat! Stupid fucking arsehole! She's dieing because of you. You've killed, just because you're jealous. Because Jack doesn't want you! For fuck sake get over it! I mean come on he prefers a welsh tea-boy to you, that's saying something!" John stormed over to the door, confronting Owen.

"Oh you are in no pos…"

Ianto phased John's voice out, as he quickly ran to the cage on the far right. He undid the door, before John had even realised that he'd moved. Janet shot out forcing Ianto back against the wall. Silence fell as everyone watched the weevil and the tea-boy.

"Janet." Ianto soothed. "Not me Janet, him." He coaxed. "Him." the weevil cocked her head, as she tried to work out what the hell was going on. The team had never seen this creature so placid; the atmosphere must have got to her. Ianto stood frozen while Janet decided his fate. Bang! Owen thudded on the cage door, so that Janet's attention was drawn towards John. He was not prepared to watch anyone else suffer, except for John.

"Oh no! No, no, no!" John exclaimed as Janet advanced. He ran. However, soon she had cornered him. Ianto let the team out of there prisons.

"Guns now!" Jack addressed Ianto and Owen. Rhys had just run over to where a deeply unconscious Gwen laid. He held her in his arms, promising her that she would live. Promising himself. Toshiko was still sitting in a cage, to overwhelmed to move. Paralysed with memories, replaying images.

"John attempted to push Janet off him, struggling for his life. Jack eventually stunned her and she rolled over onto the floor. Leaving John with bruises and scratches, but no serious injuries.

"Thank you." John said into the barrels of three guns.

"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" Owen shouted. "I wanted the pleasure didn't want Janet having all the fun." He cocked his gun, steadying his aim. How dare he hurt Gwen? How dare he make Tosh cry?

"Whoa there Owen calm down."

"Jack? Who's side are you on? As long as little tea-boy is fine you don't give a fuck about anyone else."

"You are so out of order Owen Harper." By now, the only barrel John looked down was Ianto's the other two having lost focus.

"No I'm not you're just pissed that I've got you right."

"No, but killing him is not the answer."

"Oh does maybe little Jack still like Johny wonny?"

"Don't be an idiot, but there is history."

"Um… sir. Maybe we should sort Johny wonny out."

"Of course. Put him in the cage."

"Oh I'm so not going in there." John stated.

"Now don't be difficult."

"I'm not finished Jack, not by a long shot." The ex-lovers gazed directly into each other's eyes. Knowing the others next move.

"Oh no you don't."

"Sorry Jack." John pressed a button on his vortex manipulator. Jack grabbed hold of him, and started to disappear as well. He let go instantly. "Bye." John laughed.

The team stood or sat in shock for a few minutes.

"Rhys." Gwen's faint voice drifted through the silence.

"Yes sweetie."

"Is he gone?"

"Yes you're safe now." Rhys whispered. Jack came and knelt beside Gwen, as well resting his hand on hers.

"I love you Rhys fucking Williams."

"I love you too Gwen Elizabeth Cooper." He used the same tone for her middle name as she had for his, making her chuckle softly.

"Jack?"

"Yes Gwen."

"Aren't you missing something?" He looked bewildered. "Look down." Jack instinctively looked towards his crotch. "No you sex obsessed freak. Your hand." They all stared at the space on his hand where his index finger should be.

"I guess John got a present. Or maybe my finger is just floating around in space." Jack laughed. "Right then down to business. Ianto coffee, extra strong. Owen tend to Gwen. Tosh and Rhys come up to the conference room. Meet us there."

The Torchwood team went on there ways, just as if nothing had happened.

A/N The next chapter will be the last. Then I'll start a new story J. More romantic and funny rather than so deep and violent. Review please!!