Jack was only vaguely aware of the blows to his body after the first few kicks to his guts. His whole body screamed in pain, every nerve seemed to be on fire and sent message after message of searing pain to his brain. Finally, a few minutes after Lynn had gone berserk on him, his brain cut every connection and sent Jack's mind blissfully into unconsciousness.

Unfortunately the quiet didn't last for long.

Being dragged back into the real world when a bucket load of ice cold water hit him, Jack groaned loudly as the pain immediately shot through his body again. The throbbing in his fingers reminded him of their broken state and the cramps in his stomach, as well as the taste of blood in his mouth, told him that he had severe injuries, probably internal bleeding. But, he had no time to dwell on that as his hands were untied and roughly pulled behind his back. Cold metal met his skin as handcuffs secured his arms in the forced position.

The sudden vertigo when he was dragged to his feet almost made him puke again and sent his body into another cacophony of screaming pain. Lynn's dogsbodies had gripped him under the arms and hauled him towards the door, almost dislocating his shoulders in the process. Jack tried to put his bare feet to work, but the command died somewhere on its way to the usually so well responding nerve endings.

Surrendering to his non-corresponding body, Jack only barely noticed when they passed Lynn on their way out. The cold morning air made him shiver as they left the house. He was still soaking wet and only dressed in his pants, but his dress code was the least of his problems right now.

His dizziness reached new dimensions when he was thrown into the boot of the van and landed hard on the metal floor. Groaning loudly he was actually drowning out the sound of yet another of his ribs giving in to the strain and cracking. The new pain had just reached his overloaded receptors when one of Lynn's dogsbodies dragged him up again and forced him on his knees. The world was swimming in front of his eyes and the feeling of vertigo was making his stomach do flip flops when a hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head around.

Jack blinked a few times, trying to keep his breathing shallow to put as little strain as possible on his ribcage. His gaze finally fell on Lynn's face, which looked grimly at him.

"We're going on a little journey now. Unfortunately for you, it will be your last one. And I'm afraid you will have to do with our company as the rest of your team will be indisposed."

The world seemed to start tumbling down around him; she would kill the rest of his team without mercy.

"Please don't." Jack knew he was begging, his voice sounding drained and whiny even to his own ears. But he wasn't beyond begging, he would do whatever was necessary to save the rest of his team.

"Well, we can't take them with us and you can't expect me to leave them here all by themselves, can you? Say your prayers for them Harkness."

Jack watched how Lynn turned her back to him and walked back to the house, her gun already in her hand. A sudden energy rushed through his body and he hurled himself forward, managing to slip from the grasp of the man currently holding him.

"NO!" Yelling at the top of his lungs, he tried to get his legs working, but he wasn't quick enough, the other man jumped into the van, grabbing him by the throat and forcing him backwards again. "You don't have to do this! Please Lynn, don't do this." Jack fought with his newfound energy and struggled against the strong grip of his captors, ignoring the pain that seared through his body, ignoring the popping noise when his left shoulder was dislocated. "Just let them live, please Lynn I beg you!" Watching with panic in his eyes how the woman disappeared into the house, Jack doubled his efforts to get free, but to no avail, the men had him in a tight grip now.

He was still struggling when three shots echoed through the morning air. Jerking his head up, Jack froze. His eyes wide open in shock he felt like someone had ripped his heart out and smashed it in front of his eyes. It took a few seconds until the truth finally settled in and hot, blinding anger and grief shot through his veins. He started to scream.

"You damn bitch! You didn't have to kill them. It wasn't their fault, they were just following orders. I'm the one you can blame. Not them. Damn you! I wish you had died with your partner!" Struggling against the grip of his captors, Jack felt how he got weaker, but he wouldn't back down now. He would avenge his team. His voice was already failing him, breaking when he continued to curse Lynn Pierce's existence and wishing her to hell. He didn't even realize when one of the men slipped his arm around his neck and pulled him flush to his chest to keep him from getting away. He didn't see the second man hop out of the van and walk into the house. His mind was filled with rage and thoughts of revenge. He embraced the feeling of anger and welcomed it, having felt it often enough in his life.

Only when Lynn reappeared in the doorway, he focused his gaze on her, putting all his hatred in his eyes. He tried to lean forward, when the arm around his neck tightened its grip and effectively cut off the air flow. Gasping for air, he had no chance to avoid the second man grabbing hold of him again. In a matter of seconds his captors managed to subdue Jack and pin him face down on the cold metal floor. Jack tried to fight them off, but knees were pressed down on his back and a hand found its way into his hair, forcing his head down hard onto the floor. He heard the boot being closed and a moment later the engine sprang to life.

The welts of the uneven floor pressed painfully into his bruised ribcage as the van rumbled over the street and Jack felt the life seeping out of his body. His belly was hard and he knew that he was bleeding into his peritoneum. The first signs of blood loss were beginning to show, now that the adrenaline was slowly washing out of his system. He knew he didn't have long.

And it scared him to death.

He would die and wake up again with Lynn probably standing over him with her gun. His guts clenched when he thought of how surprised she would be that he came back after dying. And, completely healed on top of that. He knew she would be royally pissed and would keep killing him, trying to get her revenge like she had it with his team.

A sob escaped his throat. His team. He would never see them again. He would never hear Owen make a snarky remark again. He would never witness Tosh having yet another brilliant idea again. He would never see Gwen getting married to Rhys. And he would never see Ianto again. The young man that meant so much to him. The man that owned his heart.

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A/N: Sorry, it's still no rescue, but I needed to write Jack's point of view here, my bunny wouldn't let me alone. But Ianto and the rest are working hard on rescuing Jack, promised :)