AN: Another chapter down. :) Thanks Taamar, you're the best.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.

Rating: MA

Warning: Usual

Spoilers: Exit wounds?

Jack

"So, they're a bit like a cult, don't you think?" Gwen observed in a hushed voice. Team Torchwood had finally been left totally alone, and they were sitting in the media room of their captor's home. Trevor had gone to see if he could find some of Ruby's old toys for Anwen to play with.

"I suppose," Jack mused, looking into the garden through the window, and noticing that the guards were still around. In a way, they reminded Jack of UNIT guards. Always in the shadows and unobtrusive, they were practically invisible. He wondered if Ianto even knew the names of the men he had dressed down the night before. Jack did now: Rogers and Mitchell. Rogers was from America and had been trained in the army. Mitchell was also from America, and had been trained during the American Revolution. He had fought beside George Washington, which was interesting to Jack, and Jack knew it would be interesting to Ianto too, if Ianto had ever bothered to talk to the man.

"Yeah, they are, a bit," Mickey put in, pulling Jack's thoughts away from the underappreciated guards. "So what's the plan, then?"

"I think we should just do the compromise thing. I mean, they haven't done us any harm, and they aren't hurting anyone that we know of," Martha said before Jack could answer.

"That's the problem, isn't it? We don't know, and they've been around for longer than Torchwood, or anything," Jack snapped, looking around at his team members. "One of you could very well be one." Everything about this situation was confusing and infuriating. He couldn't protect his team, and it was Ianto's fault. The one man he loved more than anything. It was tearing him apart. This morning when he woke up he had watched Ianto sleep. He still looked so young while he slept, and he still snored slightly. If Jack closed his eyes he could believe for a moment that he was the same Ianto, but Jack knew he wasn't. 180 years changed people, but Jack still felt a pull toward the Welshman, that spark was still there. Their kiss the night before had felt the same as it always had. All the passion, the connection, and if things worked out, maybe he wouldn't have to face the world alone anymore. But none of that changed the fact that he had been manipulated and deceived. And it was quite a blow to his ego that he hadn't figured it all out sooner.

"Jack, I know you're a bit upset… you know, I am too. Ianto was my friend, and I grieved, and now he's back… it's gotta be worse for you than it is for me. But we need to give them the benefit of the doubt, we need to assume they are peaceful."

"And if they aren't, then what, Gwen? How do you defeat an army of undying soldiers?"

"Alright, I've got blocks, books, crayons, and a doll," Trevor announced, coming into the room with his arms filled with toys. He set them down in front of Anwen and sat down on the couch.

"Well, that should keep Rhys entertained," Jack snarked. Gwen glared at him, but he chose to ignore it. He sat down next to Trevor and wondered if he had heard any of the pervious conversation. If he had, he wasn't letting on.

Everyone was silent for a moment while they watched Anwen explore her new toys with delight.

"So, I'm sure you are all full of questions. I'm willing to answer a few, if you'd like." Trevor offered, breaking the silence.

"Does Ianto know you've offered?" Jack asked. Trevor shrugged noncommittally. "Okay, then. How does this all work? Ianto is alive, and I watched him die. And Brody appeared out of nowhere, and he heals even faster than I do. But he didn't before, and he doesn't look a day older, so it's clear he's travelled in time. What's going on?"

Trevor took a deep breath and sat on the couch to consider a moment before answering. Jack waited patiently. Finally, Trevor spoke. "I want you to keep an open mind about this, yeah? Because I know it's hard to take in. Most of us go through the same thing when we find out. Rift Children occur because the Rift affects some pregnancies, and we're just born different. We live a normal life, taking jobs, sometimes having families, until we die our first death. We call it 'relocation', by the way, because of what happens next. After six weeks the body disappears, and the person appears near a Rift in a random time period. At that point we are stronger, heal quickly, and never age. After that most of us live somewhat under the radar, for obvious reasons. We generally stick together to make that easier."

"And if no one finds them? During this 'first life'?" asked Gwen, looking fascinated, but confused.

"Then it's a hell of a shock coming back from the dead naked. "

"How old are you?" Mickey asked.

"Umm, 25ish. I was born one hundred years in the future, and I died shortly after my seventeenth birthday. I came through the Cardiff Rift in 2006. So…" Trevor started to count quietly, using his fingers. "Okay, so really like 23, I guess."

"Oh, so you're rather young, still," Gwen said, "How old are the others?"

Trevor shrugged. "Well, I know some of their ages, but among us it's rude to discuss someone else's. It's like asking what they like in bed. If they want you to know, they'll tell you themselves. Age is very private."

"Is it really?" Martha asked.

"No, I'm just messing with ya', It is rude, however, to assume someone's age. I hear that if you treat Bethan Jones like a five year old she'll kick you. Well, that's the story, anyway. Rumor is she kicked the Minister before Ianto once, but I think she was only 15 when she did that."

"How old is the girl now?" Jack asked.

"Old enough that I don't want to piss her off, but I can tell you that she led Cardiff Rift from 1931 to 2006. She's quite formidable."

"That's gotta suck, being a child forever." Gwen said, ruffling her own child's hair.

Trevor nodded.

Jack turned on the couch and put his elbow on the top of it, resting his head on his hand. "Who trained you? You said yesterday you were trained."

"Umm… yeah. Well, every Rift Child gets a guardian. That person becomes the one responsible for making sure a new Child is ready to face eternity. Mine taught me everything I know," Trevor said, looking toward the television, which was muted.

Gwen reached over and patted his knee. "You miss your guardian?" she asked.

"I do."

"So, if you're from the future, then you must have some insight into how this all plays out?" Mickey asked.

Trevor nodded. "Yes, I know the logistics, but not really how it got from this to what it's like in the future."

"What's it like in the future?" Rhys asked.

"Oh, it's amazing… hover cars, Amazon delivers their packages with flying drones…"

"He's lying, there are no hover cars." Jack grinned, playfully pushing Trevor's shoulder.

Trevor smiled. "Why ruin their dreams?"

Ianto

Dylan was sitting up in the bed when Adrian and Ianto walked into his room. His eyes were swollen and black, and his nose was a bit crooked. He was topless, and his torso was wrapped to help with his bruised ribs. His wrists were mottled with angry purple and black bruises, and Ianto was surprised they weren't broken. Ianto sat carefully on the bed and smiled at the man.

"Are you up to telling me what happened?" Ianto asked softly.

"Of course, sir. I was taken from the station by a man I've never met. He took me to Torchwood, and they asked me questions. About you, and Jason… I didn't tell them anything, sir. Jack's the one who did this to me. He said he loved you, said he'd do anything, even kill, to find you. He lost his cool when I wouldn't tell him. He beat me before the others could stop him. If Jason had been thirty minutes quicker at coming to my rescue it wouldn't have happened. Not that I blame him, of course. I'm grateful that he saved me."

Ianto nodded. "Of course he did, he's your guardian, that's his job," Ianto assured him. "Do you need some more pain killers?"

Dylan nodded. "That'd be nice."

Ianto gave Dylan a new dose before leaving the room with Adrian. "I should have been called. If I had been called I could have prevented that. I could have called Jack… why didn't you call me?"

Adrian looked taken aback. He apparently thought he was blameless. Well, he wasn't. He should have called before Jason even had time to rally his troops.

"I…"

"You were following Jason's lead because you didn't want to step on his toes. And look what happened?"

"Oh? So this is all my fucking fault now? Maybe if you'd had just gone to Jack in the first place instead of using your daughter as an excuse not to, then none of this would have happened! I don't even want to be in charge. I hate it, and you know it. You didn't give me an option though, did you?"

"Who else was there?" Ianto sighed.

Adrian shook his head. "You could've at least asked."

Ianto shrugged and started up the stairs toward his office. "I didn't use Ruby as an excuse. It was a valid reason."

"It wasn't and you know that. You were frightened of his reaction, you were afraid he'd hate you, and putting it off has only made things worse. You need to tell him about Tosh and Owen today, Ianto. Don't put it off because you're scared."

"Fine," Ianto snapped, opening the door to his office. "I'll see Mickey first, if you'd please fetch him for me."

"I'm on your side, Ianto. You know that, right? Always."

Ianto softened. "I know you are."

TW—TW—TW

"So this is your office?" Mickey asked, looking around the small space when he came in. There wasn't much to it, really, just a few bookshelves, a nice desk, a small couch, and two chairs in front of the desk.

"Yes it is, when I'm here. I actually have an office at each Rift. I require it. I have a lab downstairs in the basement, nothing compared to what you probably have at Torchwood, but Rift Children aren't funded by the crown, plus we have a lot more members. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. What I want to know, Mickey, is if anyone used unnecessary force during the abduction. I need to know what kind of people I have working under me."

"No, they were pretty pleasant, you know, other than the guns. The only thing that happened was Jason hitting Jack. When we got here we were put in rooms in the basement. Mine wasn't too bad, there was a small bed in it, and a tiny adjoining bathroom."

"Ahh, yes, our luxury cells." Ianto smiled. "Been in one myself."

Mickey nodded.

"Okay, so you don't have any complaints then? Other than the obvious?"

Mickey shook his head.

"Alright, you're free to head back downstairs. Send Martha up, if you would."

Martha, Gwen, and Rhys said much the same thing as Mickey had, and Ianto was forced to conclude that, while he hated the guards, at least they hadn't been brutes about the whole thing. After sending Rhys back downstairs to fetch Jack, Ianto became nervous again. He knew Adrian was right, and that he needed to tell Jack about Tosh and Owen, and it didn't help his nerves one bit.

Jack didn't even knock, he just came right in and sat down in front of the desk. What the hell was it with the men in his life acting like they could ignore his authority? Like their personal relationship could bleed over into their professional one? First Jason, now Jack. This had to stop. Now.

"Well, this is different, being on this side of the desk."

Ianto nodded. "Well, surely it's not that different, I mean you've only been in charge for what? Ten years, now? It'd be weirder for me to be on the other side, it's been a long time since I was anyone's employee. "

"You said yesterday that it had been 180 years since Thames house for you. You were twenty-five, then. That makes you—"

"Older than you, Jack."

"Unless I count the time I spent buried under Cardiff."

Ianto put his face in his hands. "Are we in a pissing contest about who's older? I'm two hundred and five, I've been Minister for eighty years, and I led Cardiff Rift for twenty before that."

"Who's in a pissing contest now?" Jack scowled.

"Just pointing out facts. Can you tell me, in your own words, what happened once Brody came through the Rift?"

"We fucked." Jack said, looking up at the ceiling as if he was bored.

So Jack thought he could make him jealous? Ianto nearly smirked. "You're upset that I'm in charge here, aren't you?"

"You aren't in charge of me."

"For now I am. After five, I won't be."

Jack looked across the desk and locked eyes with Ianto. "It's sexy when you're all commanding."

"Yeah," Ianto smiled.

"You know, I had a boyfriend once…"

"Jack," Ianto warned.

"No, listen, this is important. I had a boyfriend once in the twenties, or maybe it was the thirties, I can't remember. Anyway, I died in front of him and he went to jail, it's a long story why, but when he got out of jail a year later I was standing outside waiting for him. I finally understand how he must have felt that day. Like he wanted to hit me and kiss me at the same time."

"Was his name Angelo?"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Yes."

"And he turned you in to a man who owned a butcher shop, and they hung you in their basement and killed you over and over, selling tickets to witness the miracle? I was there, Jack. You don't remember, of course, because you were so out of it, but I helped him get you out."

"What have you been doing, spying on me?"

"No, actually. It was merely a coincidence that I came upon you in New York. Adrian and I only checked it out because we thought they had a Rift Child, but we couldn't just leave you there. Even if you hadn't been, you know, you."

"I see… I'm still leaning more toward the hitting you, though," Jack admitted.

"I missed you, Jack," Ianto sighed, "I missed you for nearly two centuries."

"Then why didn't you just tell me?"

"I did. Twice. And both times you overreacted. "

"That doesn't sound like me at all," Jack deadpanned. "So, what? Did you Retcon me?"

Ianto nodded wearily. "What the hell else was I supposed to do? You threatened to lock me in a cell, call UNIT, and track us all down. "

"Oh, and the deceptions just keeping piling up."

Ianto wanted to put his head down on the desk and scream in frustration. "Our personal issues will have to wait until later. Did any of the guards do anything to harm you or a member of your team?"

"No, they're actually quite nice, just a bit… robotic. But quite nice, if you can get them to talk about themselves. "

"Okay, you're free to leave. I have to address the kidnapping situation, then we can work on that treaty. If you'd like to sit in on the meeting, it'll be on the fourth floor."

Jack got up to leave, and Ianto remembered that he needed to tell the man about Tosh and Owen. "Jack, wait a moment," Ianto called, reaching out as if to hold Jack back. "There's something else. This is going to upset you, what I'm about to tell you, so I'm just going to say it and hope for the best. Tosh and Owen are alive."

"What?" Jack looked too stunned to move. "You mean, they're both like you?"

"No, I just… I used alien tech to clone them. The clones died in Gray's attack, the real ones are in Denver. Married, with a child, Aiden. They have Ruby, too. That's where I've been the last three years."

"You can't be serious." Jack responded. "See, this is the reason I don't like the idea of you people. You can't play god…"

"Oh, just like you didn't play god when Owen died the first time?" Ianto retorted, standing up. "I'm tired of hiding from you, Jack, and you have one decision to make: either accept that we are here and move on, or you will become my problem, because there's no fucking way I'm letting you out of this house if I even suspect that you might call UNIT in. Understand?"

"Do you really think I'd do that? Call UNIT in to experiment on my… on you? All I'm saying is, I think maybe you should be a little more careful of the timelines."

Ianto looked Jack in the eye and spoke very quietly. "Jack, do you know how Aria died? She was shot and died in my arms. I had to watch it twice. The first time I was shocked speechless, and the second time I could have stopped it, but didn't. So of all the people in all of time and space, I am the last one you should be lecturing about timelines."

Jack sat silently with his eyes wide.

Ianto took a deep breath. "What do you want to do now, Jack? How do we move forward?"

Jack sighed and looked down at his feet. "We can make it work, this thing between Torchwood and… what is it you call yourselves again?"

"Rift Children."

"Ah, yes 'Rift Children,'" Jack repeated. "Okay, well, I'll round up the team and we'll meet you on the fourth floor. I'm gonna want to talk to Tosh and Owen by the end of the day. Gwen's going to lose it when she finds out."

"That shouldn't be a problem, though it's 7 hours earlier there. I'll set up a Skype with them in the media room. I promised Ruby I'd check in with her anyway."

"That's settled, then," Jack said, taking another step toward the door. He paused and turned back to Ianto with a wink. "I'd also like to arrange to fuck you tonight if there's room in your schedule."

"I'll check with my PA." Ianto said dryly.

Jack nodded before finally leaving the room. Ianto sighed. That could have been so much worse, but he still had Jason to deal with. And he wasn't going to let the man defy him again.

Adrian

Adrian slowly pushed the door to Jason's room open. The man was sitting on his floor staring straight ahead at the dresser. He didn't even look toward Adrian as he entered the room and sat down beside him. "Dylan seems to be improving," Adrian pointed out.

"Yes, he is," Jason agreed, before adding "sir," as an afterthought.

"The meeting is in thirty minutes. You need to get dressed."

"Yes, sir," Jason answered flatly, refusing to meet Adrian's eyes.

The men sat in silence for a moment before Jason spoke again. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do to make you see that." He broke down letting his head fall to his knees. Adrian was tempted to pat his back, but refrained. "What if I let you top…?"

"Two things, Jace: one, sex is not the way to fix this, and two, I would never do that to you, and you know it. That's like me saying I'd let you spank me; you'd never do it."

"You're right, I'd never do that," Jason sniffled. "I just want to prove to you how sorry I am. I can't live without you, Adrian, I need you."

"I'll see you in the meeting room," Adrian sighed, deciding it would be best if he left before he gave in to his former lover's weeping.

Jason nodded, wiping a tear off his face. "Of course, sir," he replied, his voice emotionless once again.

Adrian walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He shouldn't have even gone in there, and he knew it. He tried to hold in his impending tears until he could reach the safety of his own room. He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone touched his arm. He hadn't noticed Jack.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jack asked gently. The tears Adrian had been holding in broke free, and he fell into Jack, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist and sobbing into his chest. Jack gently ran his hand through the Frenchman's hair. "Come on, we have a minute, let's talk about things."

Pulling away from Jack, Adrian grabbed the Captain's hand and led him into his room. He shut the door behind them and began to pace in front of his bed. Jack sat down on the bed calmly. "I love him so much," Adrian began, "But he's hurt me. He's always seen me as… I don't know, a child, for lack of a better term. I'm not, I'm older than he is, and I'm neither stupid nor fragile. He does it to Ianto, too, and this was the last straw for both of us. Ianto put me in charge three years ago, and Jason never accepted it, and Ianto should have known better!" Adrian stopped pacing and started to sob into his hands. A moment later he felt Jack pull him into a hug.

"How about we start at the beginning, okay? One issue at a time, until we've discussed them all," Jack suggested.

"That could take a while, and we only have thirty minutes," Adrian said, a bark of laughter breaking through his tears. Jack pulled away, and Adrian looked up at his friend. At least Adrian hopped they were still friends. "I'm sorry that I lied to you about who I was. You've meant a lot to me, and I hope I haven't lost that."

"I was worried that… maybe you only became friends with me for Ianto's sake," Jack said, wiping a tear off Adrian's cheek.

"No, I didn't plan it, it just happened. You're so easy to talk to. Everyone else… they don't get it. I mean, besides Ianto. But sometimes—sometimes I need to vent about him as well."

Jack nodded. "I mean, you never really lied, did you? You are Christian at work. It's not like I've given you my real name, either. You never tried to get information about me or Torchwood. So I believe you, and I forgive you. I'm afraid it's going to take a bit longer for me to forgive Ianto."

Adrian sighed and sat on the bed. That was one less thing for him to worry about. He liked Jack, and losing his friendship would have been one more hurt piled on this whole mess. "I thought maybe things were going okay. You seemed to be in a good mood this morning before breakfast."

"Sometimes it's easier to hide what I'm feeling than to answer questions. I've had a lot of practice."

"But—" Adrian began, then stopped. He wondered if Jack knew that Rift Children could feel his emotions.

"But?" Jack pressed.

"I don't know if I should be the one to tell you."

"Do it anyway," Jack pleaded, "I'm tired of all the secrets."

Adrian bit his lip. He hoped Jack wouldn't hold this against Ianto as well. "Rift Children can feel your emotions. Only if they are strong ones, mind you, and only when in physical contact. So this morning, when you touched me, I felt your joy."

Now it was Jack's turn to pace, muttering under his breath as he did so. Adrian waited calmly and allowed Jack time to process the information.

"So, you're telling me that if I'm upset, or happy, and you or any other Rift Child touches me… they'll feel it?"

Adrian nodded. Jack went back to pacing. Adrian sat on the bed and waited. He decided that now wasn't the time to mention that, according to Ianto, arousal was another thing they could sense.

"I'm happy because I have Ianto back, okay? I love him, and knowing that he's alive and safe, it's nice. It doesn't change the fact that I'm upset as well. My lover deceived me… and it hurts like hell," Jack finally blurted out. "And I feel like I've only just scraped the surface, you know? How many more lies will be revealed?"

"You and Ianto should start at the beginning. Discuss one issue at a time until you've discussed them all, then maybe you can move forward." Adrian stated, repeating the advice Jack had given him minutes earlier.

"Probably," Jack agreed. "And you should do the same thing with Jason. It's obvious you love him. I'm sure you'll eventually forgive him, just like I'll forgive Ianto."

"Jason's got his own issues he needs to work on first."

"And how will he know which issues they are if you don't tell him?"

Adrian narrowed his eyes. Jack had a point, of course, but a part of Adrian, a selfish and almost cruel part, wanted Jason to suffer a bit more for the way he had behaved. How else would he learn, if there were never any consequences?

"Come on, let's get to that meeting," Adrian deflected, cleaning the tear streaks off his glasses and heading to the door. Jack followed him out, and they saw Jason just as he was coming out of his own room. Adrian hoped he wasn't getting the wrong idea about what Adrian and Jack had been doing behind the closed door.

Jason

Jason tried not to shake as he walked up the stairs to the meeting room on the fourth floor of his mansion. Adrian and Jack were right behind him, and he had seen them come out of Adrian's room together. It appeared to Jason that Jack was going to continue to ruin his life fully. Apparently it hadn't been enough to steal Ianto's affection; Jack Fucking Harkness had to take Adrian, too.

Once he reached the fourth floor he went in and found a seat in the back. Ianto had said he needed to be at the meeting, not that he had to participate.

"Rift Leader… Is this serious?" someone asked. Jason didn't even look at him.

"Yes. Very. And I'm not the Rift Leader, I've been suspended." Jason looked toward Adrian just as Jack bent and whispered something in the blond's ear. "Permanently, it seems." The man walked away, and Jason tried not to give into despair as he watched Adrian blush and smile at Jack. It was like having salt poured into his wounds.

"Jason," He heard Ianto's voice say. Jason looked up. He hadn't even seen Ianto come into the room. "I want you up front. You need to be a part of this meeting, and you know it," Ianto said, pointing to a seat.

"I don't want to." Jason knew he sounded surly. He didn't care.

"Jason, you're not in a position to negotiate this. Get up to the front now."

Jason suppressed a growl and stood up. He made sure to brush past Ianto's shoulder as he marched to the front of the room. He fucking hated this, having no control. He needed it, didn't they understand that? The one time he hadn't had it… god, he couldn't think of it now, the pain of his first life. None of them understood. They all thought he was some strong demigod who couldn't feel pain, who never panicked. But Jason did. He was panicking now. His world was crumbling around him, and he had no way to stop it. He sat at the front between Trevor and Brody, the only two people who didn't seem to hate him.

Ianto walked back toward the front of the room, glaring at Jason the whole way. Jason met his glare defiantly.

"Everyone find your seats!" Ianto boomed, clearly angry. Jason couldn't bring himself to care, but everyone else in the room scrambled to be seated, except Ianto. The Minister began to pace up and down the front of the room.

"Three years ago I stood in this exact room in front of all of you and the other members of the Cardiff Rift. I told you that I was taking a break, I told you that you're safety and security was my number one priority, and so I left my most trusted friend in charge. I expected for him to be treated as I was treated. With respect!" Ianto began, pausing momentarily to look around the room. "Magda!"

One of the guards in the front row stood to attention. Jason noticed a slight tremor in her left hand, but beyond that she remained stoic. "Yes, sir."

"Tell me and everyone else in the room what transpired yesterday afternoon."

"Rift Leader Sims called us to the mansion around four pm to deal with a possible threat. When we arrived, he explained that Torchwood had kidnapped one of our own, and that they were possibly going to inform UNIT about us. He also told us that the only way to prevent UNIT becoming involved was to kidnap Torchwood and begin to monitor the Rift ourselves," Magda said, looking straight ahead and speaking loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

"Tell me, Magda… is Sims who I left in charge?"

"No, sir."

"And is Torchwood a Rift Leader issue or a Minister issue?"

"Minister's, sir."

"And what did the standing Minister say about the plan to kidnap Torchwood?"

"Not to, sir,"

Jason saw Adrian shift in his seat. Jack patted the Frenchman's knee. Jason gritted his teeth and looked away.

"Sit," Ianto commanded, leaving his spot in front of Magda and pacing the floor once again. "Picture this, if you all will. 1919 at the Salem Village Rift; Minister Smith is still in charge. A beautiful young girl is kidnapped from her bedroom. The girl was being abused by her father, and Smith and his closest advisors had been working on a way to get her out. Unfortunately, the seeker in charge of the girl didn't want to wait. He and six others took the girl. Now, in 1919 it was a lot simpler to kidnap a child without a trace, but it was a huge risk. Suppose one of the men had been arrested? Suppose they had been shot and healed in front of a police officer? Do you know what Minister Smith did?"

The whole room was uneasy. It wasn't hard to guess what Minister Smith had done. Jason wondered if Ianto would do the same. His breathing increased.

"He relocated them. It didn't matter that the men had had good intentions, what mattered was the risk of exposure. What is preventing me from doing the same thing now?"

"The fact that his gun doesn't have that many bullets?" Trevor said under his breath. Jason had to bite his lip to keep from smiling.

"I'm sending you all to different Rifts, and the only thing that's saving you from being relocated is the fact that you didn't harm the members of Torchwood. " He nodded toward Adrian. "You will each set up a meeting with Rift Leader Lefebvre and he will give you your new assignments. You all have this incident on your records now. One toe out of line and I will be wishing you luck in your next life. Now get out of my sight," Ianto concluded.

Jason had never seen a meeting room empty so quickly. He, along with the rest of the members of the front row, remained seated, however. Ianto stood in an aggressive stance, glaring at each Child as they passed him, as if daring one of them to complain. He looked angry enough to relocate them on the spot if they so much as whispered a word of criticism about their punishment.

Ianto turned to the members of the front row once the last mutineer had left the room. "Brody, will you please go check on Dylan for me? And Jason, please return to your room."

"I'm not a child, you can't send me to my room," Jason spat. Before the words had completely left his mouth, Jason felt the muzzle of Ianto's gun pressed against his temple. Jason closed his eyes and tried to remain calm, but he was far from it.