Hey, gang, miss me? So, here's the next chapter. I know I said I wanted the Megalodon story to be in two parts but it looks like it'll be three. I'm sorry but I didn't wanna keep you guys waiting for an update much longer. My plan is to have part three up next week sometime, maybe sooner, depending on my levels of inspiration.

I would have had this up sooner but I've been sick, I have pharyngitis, which is a bad sore throat. Painful to swallow anything, even water. I had to go to the ER yesterday, because it'd been a few days with a fever too and I don't have a doctor. I had to have two bags of IV fluid I was so dehydrated. I got some medicine and I should be all right. I'm already starting to feel better.

I ask you though to please pray that the hospital bill won't be as much as I fear it will be.

Moving on….

Disclaimer: I don't know if they sell vinegar and alcohol in the same shop in the UK but if they don't for the purposes to this story let's pretend they do.

And I got my information on Gwyn ap Nuad from Celtic Myth & Magick by Edain McCoy.

WARNING: You might see a touch of Yankee pride from time to time. Also I was feverish when writing some parts of this chapter.

Oh and a special thanks to TheDoctorWood for leaving such a nice review and convincing me to start working on this again.

Please enjoy.


Megalodon

Part II

Ianto watched Cory and Rini colour in their colouring books on the coffee table. He was exhausted from the cleaning he'd done that day and that ordeal with Hermes. The cheek Hermes had struck had stopped hurting by the time he got back from the Hub and it hadn't bruised, wasn't even red. Ianto figured it was because gods don't leave marks unless they want to.

Ianto yawned and decided to go down into the basement to look for something but he wanted to find it quickly. Ianto wasn't a big fan of basements these days so whenever he had to go down there he made sure he didn't stay for very long. He also felt some apprehension when opening a fridge but he knew that was irrational. But the basement, the basement was another story; you never knew what could be in a basement.

He made his way to some boxes when he saw a green glow coming from what seemed to be a loose panel on the wall. What was freakier is that he heard his name being called, it was coming from behind the panel. Curious but on guard Ianto edged closer.

"Ifan Carwyn Jones, don't you dare."

He froze at the sound of his father's voice and turned. His father was standing there at the base of the stairs, hands on his hips.

"Tad?"

"Aye, it's me. Don't open that panel; leave that thing where it is."

"But it's calling my name."

Cadfael Sr. sighed, "Ignore it, son. It's not worth it."

"But I have to know if it's a threat."

"Of course it's a threat, that's why you should just leave it. You are so like your grandfather Davies."

"I guess it's hereditary. Did you know what he and Mam…"

Cadfael nodded "I know about Torchwood, aye and I know that you're working for them. I also know about that ponce Harkness."

"Is that why you're here? To tell me you don't approve? Well I'm not asking for your approval. You're dead or supposed to be anyway."

Cadfael sighed again and there was a sadness in his eyes, "No that's not why I'm here. I know you love him, it doesn't bother me—much. I'm here to tell you to stay away from that panel."

"But I wanna know."

"Ianto, what happened the last time you said that in a basement?"

"I'm sorry, Tad, I can't help it," Ianto turned around and opened the panel.

He woke up screaming. He was still in the family room, on the couch where'd he'd been relaxing.

Jack held him, "Ianto, it's okay, hush."

Ianto clutched at him, "Jack, it was terrible, there's a monster in the basement, it's green."

"It's okay, you were just having a bad dream," Jack rubbed circles on his back.

"A dream?" Ianto sniffed and saw that, the kids and Nina and Jeanie were looking at him with concern "I guess it must have been."

That night Ianto told Jack about the dream.

"I'm sure there's nothing down there," Jack came out of the bathroom in his wet suit "but I'll take a look when we're done with this shark thing. In the meantime follow Cadfael's advice."

"Yeah, all right."

"Now, please try not to rip this, it's the only one I have."

………….

As they lay in bed that night….

"Did you get a hold of Ms. Stone?" Ianto asked.

Jack sat up, "Er…not yet, I'm not entirely sure that we need her."

Ianto sat too, "Is that really it?" he glanced at the clock "it's only four in the afternoon in California, you could probably reach her at work."

"Yeah, I'm sure I could but…er…you see, I didn't exactly leave her in good spirits."

"You're not the nervous type Jack. You and Christopher had a bad break up but you get along just fine now."

Jack ran a hand through his hair, "It's different with Cat, I sort of just disappeared on her."

Ianto sighed, "I'm sure you've done that with several lovers, why is she different?"

"I don't know if we should subject someone else to Torchwood."

"That's why we have Retcon, Jack. Jack, we're going to need a shark expert."

Ianto was right, Jack knew that. And they couldn't rely on Jeanie's TARDIS computers till they were completely recharged—she gave an estimate of "around July sometime". They didn't have till "around July sometime".

Jack sighed, "Okay, I'll tell Cat and Chuck about the situation, more or less but I'll only have them come over if there really is one of those things out there."

Ianto blinked, "Why Chuck?"

"He might have another missile, I unfortunately do not. And don't ask me how he would get it here because I…" Jack stopped and thought, no, he couldn't teleport Chuck here. The Doctor gave Jeanie orders not to fix Jack's wrist strap "I don't know." He got out of bed and dug in his coat for his mobile and the number to the San Diego Natural History Museum where Cataline Stone still worked.

Jack sat back down and stared at it for a minute, "When Rini and I were in San Diego I made sure to avoid the history museum. Fortunately, Rini was more interested in seeing an IMAX at the science museum."

Ianto put a hand on Jack's shoulder, "Remind me to visit that city sometime. Would you rather I talk to her?"

"No, I'll do it."

Jack finally got through to Cat's office just as she was about to head out.

"This is Cataline Stone," she said.

Jack took a breath, "Hey Cat, it's Ben."

……..

The next morning was Tuesday and Ianto got out of bed early to fix breakfast for everyone, after all he still wasn't allowed to go into work. While his cooking skills on his own still weren't as good as Jack's he was getting there. He toasted waffles and managed to cook the bacon without burning it. Everyone in the household except for Cory and Jeanie liked bacon, so Ianto made sure they got extra fruit. He even scrambled the eggs without ruining them.

Cory of course was the first to come down stairs and into the kitchen where the breakfast table was, "Bore da, Tad". He was already dressed for school.

"Bore da, Cory. I hope you're hungry."

"Yes, may I help?"

Ianto smiled, "Sure, you can set the table if you like. I already got the dishes out I just haven't set them up yet."

"Okay" he moved to the breakfast table and began arranging it.

Ianto had to wonder where his son learned all these manners and how long they would last. In six years Cory would be hitting puberty—oh, god. Ianto shook the thought out of his head, he would be the father of a teenager before he knew it, two if you counted Rini and of course Ianto did. "Do you know if the others are up yet?"

"Nina's in the loo," Jeanie entered the kitchen "I see you two have everything taken care of. Good morning." She smiled.

"Morning. So, when are you gonna make that banana pie?"

"After we take care of this shark thing," Jeanie sat down and poured herself some milk.

Moments later Nina came in "Good morning everyone" she said cheerily and then she said to Ianto "I'll pass out the food, you're needed upstairs. Rini's room."

Ianto's brows furrowed "What's wrong?"

"I think she has a cold. Jack's up there with her."

Ianto nodded, left the kitchen and took the stairs two at a time, "What's the matter?" he asked when he got to Rini's room which was Princess pink and purple and tiger striped themed.

Rini was sitting up in bed, propped up against her pillows, shivering and looking absolutely miserable.

Jack was sitting next to her, "someone slept with her window open last night," he said to Ianto.

Ianto came closer and kneeled by the bed, "Oh, Rini Princess, it rained last night."

"I forgot to close it," she sneezed "and Janie Lewis was coughing all yesterday. The nurse sent her home."

Jack sighed, "I'll call the school" he touched Rini's nose "you get to stay with Ianto today."

"So I don't have to go to school today?"

"No" Ianto put a hand on her forehead "she is burning up Jack. I'll call Geraint, see if he can come over during his lunch break."

Jack stood up, "There's always Owen."

"Yeah, but my brother is actually trained in paediatrics. Besides, what if you need Owen for something?"

"All right. I better go call the school now." He left the room.

Ianto took Jack's place on Rini's bed "You hungry?"

"I don't know."

"Well, how 'bout I go get you some juice?"

"Okay."

TWTWTWTWTWTW

As much as Jack wanted to stay home with his daughter, he knew that she and Ianto would take care of each other. Besides, Rini being sick would take Ianto's attention away from his cravings, hopefully. Jack knew he had to go into work anyway.

He had talked to both Cat and Chuck and they agreed to help if necessary, even though Cat hadn't been overly pleased to hear from him. Jack had left out the alien details and who he really was of course—he figured he'd wait and see if he actually needed to bring them over. Chuck was willing to come over right away, apparently in the mood to hunt giant sharks. He didn't have a spare missile but knew where he could get one.

The week went by without anything happening other than Rini having a forty-eight hour flu. Then the kids came home with a notice from the school saying there was a lice outbreak. This had Ianto in a panic and washing everything that could be washed, even though Cory and Rini didn't have lice themselves. Ianto also nearly wrapped everything in plastic.

Jack was beginning to relax though. Maybe he was wrong about Apex and that cable had been bitten by another shark. On the day he remembered he was supposed to check the basement for Ianto the morning news stated that the Irish and Celtic Seas were being overrun with sharks—which just didn't make sense. British waters weren't exactly famous for their shark attacks.

……….

Jack stared at the bay from the safety of one of his favourite rooftops. There were fins everywhere—the water was saturated with sharks. This was not right, completely unnatural and Jack wondered if he had done something to irk Poseidon (other than helping Hercules to kill his pet) or perhaps some other sea god.

"I can't believe I just thought that," he muttered and then he took a breath "Hermes!"

Hermes, however did not appear. Jack sighed in frustration, maybe Hermes only answered to Ianto. Jack called Ianto and asked him to contact Hermes. Then Jack left the roof and dared move closer to the bay. He shuddered; the whole thing was just creepy.

Half an hour later Ianto called back, saying that Hermes wasn't answering him either, "If he shows, I'll send him to you."

"That doesn't make sense. He always answers you; he loves you." And Jack thought it was odd that he and Hermes had the same taste in people.

Ianto laughed nervously, "Yeah, well, it might have something to with that past life thing last week."

"Oh?" Jack asked heading back to the tourist office "What did happen with that? I know I said to wait till this shark thing was over but…"

Ianto took a breath, "Well, we sort of kissed."

Jack was silent for a moment, "you were sober when this happened?"

"Yes."

Jack felt a slight twinge of jealously which was just weird, "Then you don't just 'sort of' kiss. What happened? Why didn't you tell me from the start?" especially if you knew what you were doing, last time you were drunk and he made you forget.

"You said to wait. Besides he moved in first—" Ianto sighed "it's my fault though."

"What do you mean?" Jack's voice came out sharper than he intended.

"I called him to talk, we talked and then he wanted to leave. I said we could hang out and he said if he didn't leave soon then…and he kissed me and I forgot I was Ianto. That's why he slapped me."

Jack had a feeling Ianto wasn't telling him everything but he wasn't in the mood. Besides Jeanie had entered the office through the tunnel, "All right, just send him if he shows."

"I will," Ianto sounded guilty.

"Hey, I'm sorry I snapped at you. This shark thing's got me on edge. You should see the bay."

"Yeah, I saw the news. Bull sharks have been seen in the Thames."

"How?" Jack had to ask. How could anyone see anything in that river?

"Fins."

Jack heard a noise in the background, probably the TV. "What's that you're watching?"

"Oh, Jaws."

"Why?"

"I actually think sharks are cool. Mind, I'm not gonna go swimming with them."

"He likes sharks," Jack told Jeanie who seemed to want to tell Jack something but was waiting patiently. "Anyway, Tiger, I've gotta get back to work. I love you."

"I love you too."

When Jack hung up, he asked Jeanie "What's up?"

"Tosh and I found a signal. It seems to be luring the sharks here."

Jack sighed in relief, a signal meant that it was likely not an angry sea god. Jack hoped.

….

Jeanie explained as they made their way down into the Hub, "Gwen wondered if aliens really were behind this. Then Owen said that he couldn't think of a natural explanation so many sharks would come here and then Nina suggested that maybe whoever was behind this was controlling the sharks some how. Maybe something to do with the currents from the cables. So Tosh and I decided to look. I boosted the computers with my lipstick because otherwise…"

"Yeah okay," Jack interrupted her, they were in the Hub now with everyone looking at them "Where's the signal coming from?"

"The North Sea."

"The what?" the last time a signal had come from the North Sea, a flying saucer had crashed into Big Ben, "Are you sure?"

"Am I a Time Lady?"

Jack sighed, what if the Slitheen were behind this? Did they have any vinegar? Of course, the Time Lady would probably want to try reasoning with the aliens first, if she were anything like her brother.

"Jack," Gwen was at her computer, "Report's just come in."

"Tell me it's about green aliens who fart a lot," Jack stretched his arms.

Jeanie's brows furrowed and she tapped her chin.

"No," Gwen said "Sorry. Off Ireland's west coast, someone saw what appeared to be 'a really big shark' from a plane. The man was completely sober."

Jack found a chair and sank into it, "Great, just great, all we need." His cell phone rang, the ID said 'Chuck'. "Chuck, what's up?"

"You hear about that sighting?"

"Just now, you hear about our sudden shark infestation?"

"Yep. You know, I've been wondering why you moved to Cardiff."

Jack blinked, "Have you? Well, I like the Welsh.'

"And why you just vanished on us."

Jack knew that tone of voice—Chuck knew something, "Maybe I'll tell you when you get here. Do you have that missile?"

"Not yet but I can get it. My only problem is getting it there."

Jack looked at Jeanie, "I'll work something out and let you know. Later," he hung up to find everyone staring at him with curious looks on their faces.

"What?" he said.

Jeanie snapped her fingers, "Raxacoricofallapatorians!"

"What?" the other four chimed.

"Green aliens that fart a lot," she said "why'd you bring them up Jack?"

"Because they were involved last time a signal came from the North Sea. Guys, try and pinpoint it exactly. Jeanie, I'd like to talk to you privately."

……..

An hour later the kids were home from school and were working on some sort of school assignment in the dining room. Ianto was watching 'Deep Blue Sea'. Why he was having a psycho shark movie marathon was beyond him. But on the bright side Ianto had finally chosen a new car and they'd be getting it within the week, barring all complications of course.

His mobile rang, it was Jack.

"Hey, Stallion, I haven't got a hold of Hermes yet."

"I figured as he hasn't shown up here. That's not why I'm calling though."

"Oh, why?"

"I need you to do me a favour."

Ianto sat up and shut off the TV, "Name it," Ianto was going stir crazy and prayed the favour would get him out of the house.

"We might be dealing with aliens that have adverse reactions to vinegar. I need you to use the Torchwood account to buy a few litres and maybe some water pistols or something."

Ianto stood up, "On it, I'll borrow Anwen's car again. Can you call and tell her it's work related?"

TWTWTWTWTW

Jeanie agreed to fix only the teleport mechanism on Jack's wrist strap. He would not be able to time travel. He would however be able to teleport with other people and missiles. It was the fastest and easiest way to get Chuck and the missile to Cardiff. Ianto was right, that's why they had retcon.

Chuck had for some reason moved to San Diego's East County. Jack hadn't bothered to delve deeper when he was looking for Chuck's phone number the previous week, Jack appeared outside Chuck's house at about 7:30 A.M California time. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anyone about on Magnolia Ave, that early in the morning. By the looks of things though, it wasn't the best part of town. Jack went up to the door which opened before he could knock.

Chuck stood there pointing a gun at him, "You could have called Captain."

Jack held up his hands, "Well I…" wait, Captain?

Chuck motioned inside, "I know who you are. Get in."

"You do?" Jack stepped inside and Chuck closed and locked the door behind him,

Chuck lowered his weapon but didn't holster it, "I wondered if Torchwood had a teleport."

Jack stared at him, "What? How do you…"

"I'm in Starlight, West Coast regional commander."

Jack felt his jaw drop open. No way.

Starlight was in essence America's version of Torchwood. It was created during the Hoover administration after an unnamed incident in New York. Probably the best idea they had. Since then though, the President was never directly involved with Starlight—safer for his career that way. Collectively Starlight was run by the Secretary of Defense. Of course the public wasn't privy to that information. Throughout the country Starlight was divided into regions—where the bases were exactly located Jack didn't know. But apparently the West Coast HQ was in San Diego. Jack didn't know much about Starlight but he did know however, that like Torchwood, Starlight's attitude towards aliens varied by region and commander.

Jack found his voice, "Were you in Starlight back in '02?"

"I was undercover yes, so were you I bet."

"How did you find out who I was?"

"Well, I'll be honest with ya, I didn't know then. But after we talked last week I wondered what you were doing in Cardiff, why you had disappeared so suddenly. So I ran your picture through Starlight's database. Got a match. You're Captain Jack Harkness, commander of Torchwood 3."

Jack crossed his arms, "What am I doing in your database?"

"Starlight New England had a run in with Torchwood London fifty years ago, we've been keeping an eye on all of you ever since."

Well, crap. Jack wondered what Torchwood London did to piss of the Americans so much. Americans only spied on people who irritated them in some way.

"You gonna put that away?" Jack indicated Chuck's gun.

Chuck smiled and holstered the weapon, "Good to see you again. So, Jack is it?"

"Yeah, it's Jack. I don't know if what that person in the plane saw was actually a Megalodon but just in case, do you have that missile?"

"Oh, yeah. Come with me."

Starlight West Coast's base was disguised interestingly as a conspiracy nut hangout in El Cajon.

"Why here?" Jack asked as they got out of Chuck's black Mustang.

"It was either this or the mall. Come on."

………

Ianto was amazingly allowed to go shopping by himself—after he swore profusely on everything holy in existence that he would just get Jack's requested items. What did he have to do to get these people to trust him again? Maybe he should go to rehab, if that would make everyone happy. It was something to think about anyway.

He decided to get the vinegar first before going to the toy shop for the water weapons. Ianto had to wonder what alien had adverse reactions to vinegar. He hadn't asked Jack, any excuse to get out of the house. He didn't ask Jack much of anything anyway when it came to work. Jack would say jump and Ianto wouldn't ask 'how high?' He'd just do it. At home on the other hand they were more equal, at least that was Ianto's intention. He supposed he needed to get this drinking thing sorted, especially since the shopping trolley had led him to the alcohol section against his will.

He put a hand to his now completely bruise-free cheek, "Well, huh, how 'bout that?" back away Ianto, just back away.

Someone came up to him on his left, "Ianto, are you okay?"

Ianto jumped and turned, it was Dylan, his father's youngest brother, "Uncle Dylan, hello."

Dylan looked pale but no worse than he had at the Yule dinner when he announced that he had contracted HIV from a dirty needle, "Hello, were you planning on buying any or were you just visiting?" word of Ianto's alcoholism had spread quickly through the family.

Ianto smiled slightly, "Visiting, I'm here for vinegar. How are you?"

"As well as can be expected. And yourself?"

"I'm good. How's Douglas?"

Douglas was Dylan's boyfriend and life saver. Dylan was gay—as a maypole but also was a recovering heroin addict. Douglas had pulled him out of his addiction, prolonging his life. Dylan was only forty-six, seventeen years younger than Ianto's father.

"He's himself," Dylan said "and he's here."

A Texan drawl came around the corner, "This is a messed up country," Douglas scanned the alcohol and sighed "And what the hell is with all them fucking sharks?"

What, Ianto wondered, is with this family and American men?

"Relax Cowboy," Dylan told him "I'm sure there's a logical explanation."

"Yeah, whatever. Howdy, Ianto, what's up?"

"The sky, I imagine."

"I should hope so. Hey, does your Jack like hockey?"

Ianto blinked, he actually wasn't aware if Jack liked any sports in particular, "I don't know but if he does I'm sure he'd like Chicago."

"Chicago? I thought that was a Midwest accent," in his shopping trolley was a box of hair dye. From what Ianto could see Douglas had only three grey hairs in his mop of brown. Dylan didn't have any.

Dylan must have noticed Ianto looking, "The Cowboy here is going through a mid-life crisis."

"Aren't you only forty-four?" Ianto asked him.

Douglas ran a hand through his hair, "That counts as middle age."

Dylan put a hand on his shoulder, "Remember dear, I am two years older than you."

"So," Ianto said "I've gotta get that vinegar."

"You making a salad or something?" Douglas asked.

"Or something. Nice seeing you two," Ianto forced the trolley away from the alcohol.

"And you," Dylan gave him a hug and pinched his cheek.

"Uncle Dylan, I'm not five."

…………….

It took Ianto a little longer to get the water weapons, he had been a bit indecisive about what kind to get so he got varying shapes and sizes. He got single handed, two handed, where you had to pump to get the water out and he even got some water balloons for good measure. When the shopping was done, Ianto made his way back to the Hub. He couldn't help but stop and look at the bay before entering the tourist office.

He shuddered, "Definitely not going in there. That is just insanity," he took a breath, "Hermes!" he tried again, still nothing, "Jerk."

"You'll have to forgive him," Ares appeared before him "He feels horrible about what happened."

Ianto sighed "It's not his fault. He tried to leave."

"I think you have some sort of complex."

"What?"

"You keep blaming yourself. Sometimes that's good for a recovering alcoholic, other times…"

"I'm sorry, I thought you were the god of war not the god of therapists," Ianto unlocked the door.

"Didn't your grandmother teach you not to snap at gods?"

"I always assumed she meant native gods," Ianto put on his best innocent face.

Ares glared at him, then sighed, "Anyway, this," he waved an arm at the bay "isn't god related. Hermes can't interfere. None of us can. I'm here so you stop wasting your breath calling for him."

"Thanks, does interfering include helping me carry my shopping inside?"

Ares grinned, "Afraid so," with that he vanished.

Ianto rolled his eyes, "And they wonder why so many people stopped worshipping them."

Ianto had left the bags in the car because he had gotten so much, he intended on getting someone to help. He was about the go inside when he remembered that he could call. Owen surprisingly agreed to help. They were friends, sure but he wasn't helpful in front of other people that often.

Owen let out a low whistle at the sight of the water weapons, "Reminds me of when I was a kid. My estate was all about water fights in the summer."

Ianto smiled, "Yeah, my brothers and I had a fetish for this stuff. We'd get each other and our sisters soaked. The girls were never overly happy about it."

"Girls never are. Hey, I have an idea."

"Owen, surely you're not thinking…where's Jack anyway?"

"Oh, he got Jeanie to fix his teleport; he's in San Diego getting that missile. Come on Ianto, we can take these to the shooting range and test them out, make sure they work."

The idea was tempting and Ianto still had some cabin fever to shake off, "Well, as long as Jack's not here."

…..

Twenty minutes later at Olympus…

Ares and Hermes stood in the Viewing Room, watching Ianto and Owen shoot each other with water. Hermes crossed his arms and glared venom at Ares.

"What did you do to them? I know for a fact Ianto would not be goofing off like that without your influence. Owen, I'm not so sure about."

Ares' lips curved upwards, "I respectively decline to answer without my attorney present."

"I'm your attorney!"

"Are you? Then you're fired," Ares turned around and came face to face with Gwyn ap Nuad, the Celtic god of war, well one of them anyway. The Celts were a proud and fierce warrior race—they just weren't very organised. The Romans did conquer them after all and the Romans got their technique from the Greeks. Ares had to admit that the Romans improved on it a bit. Ares liked the Romans, they gave him more respect. He just wished they wouldn't call him Mars.

Gwyn ap Nuad was mainly Welsh, the last time Ares checked, he couldn't keep those people straight.

"Hi Gwyn, what's up?" Ares gave him a smile.

Gwyn shoved him, "How dare you influence my people!"

"Oh, it's not like either one of them worships you. And I've a feeling that Owen has more Anglo-Saxon than Celt…"

"So you did work your mojo on them," Hermes said "Why? Ianto Jones is my favourite."

"He deserves to have some fun after being cooped up for more than a week," then Ares got the Tartarus out of there.

TWTWTWTW

Jack, Chuck and the missile appeared in the centre of the Hub. The girls all stared at them, Owen was no where to be seen.

"That was wild," Chuck said.

"I know. Ladies," Jack grinned "This is Chuck, he's the West Coast commander of Starlight. Chuck, meet Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Jeanie Smith, and my sister, Nina," he pointed to each in turn.

Chuck nodded, "Nice to meet you. Jack, you didn't tell me you worked with such beautiful women."

Jack shrugged, "What can I say? I'm blessed."

"Um, sorry, but what's Starlight?" Gwen asked.

"Basically America's version of Torchwood. Where's Owen?"

The girls all looked at each other and then Nina said, "In the shooting range with Ianto. Ianto got here with the supplies about half an hour ago."

"Good," Jack tapped his blue tooth, "Owen, Ianto, get up here" there was no reply "Weird, I'll go down and get them. Ladies, make Chuck feel welcome."

When Jack got down to the shooting range he found Ianto and Owen acting like a couple of twelve year olds. This was just uncalled for, completely unlike either of them. Well, Ianto certainly. He watched them for a few moments, they both seemed to have good aim. Hmm…

"Ianto! Owen! What the hell are you doing?" he barked.

They stopped immediately, both red at being caught. Jack crossed his arms and waited for an explanation.

Owen took a step forward, "It was my idea Jack. I wanted to make sure the water guns worked. I promise we're both sober."

Ianto came closer too, "and I only bought the vinegar and weapons," he took a breath "I admit though I did stop and stare at the alcohol for a few minutes—but I didn't touch any."

Jack smiled, "Good job, Ianto, I'm proud of you. You can stay and help today."

Ianto's eyes lit up, "Thank-you, sir."

"Now, you two dry off and come up and meet Chuck."

"Jack," Jeanie's voice entered his ear "we've got the signal and I've cracked Apex's hidden files."

"Jeanie you're amazing," then his phone rang. It was Cat.

"Hey, Cat."

"Ben, I just arrived in Cardiff."

"What? Why?" No way, she could get here that quickly if she'd only heard about the sighting this morning, even if she took a Concord.

"I left last night, when I heard about all the sharks. Come on Ben, you know I have to see that."

So, like I said, I'll have part three up as soon as possible. I hope you like it so far, please let me know.

QUESTION: when I have to cross that bridge (in a couple of chapters), what should I do with Capt. John Hart? My initial plan is to have him show up while Ianto's safe in rehab but other than that, I've got no clue. Any suggestions would be most helpful. Thank-you.

TTFN

Nina held onto Jack's hand as his eyes snapped open and he screamed in agony "I'm right here, baby brother, don't worry. Hush, it'll be all right. Hey, remember the lullaby Dad used to sing? Hush little baby, don't a say word, Papa's going to but you a mocking bird…"