If there was one thing Ianto did well, that was run. Other examples are look good in a suit, and make coffee.

He could still see Frank's retreating figure, a small flailing dot in the distance. Spinning round with a determined look on his face, Ianto knew he'd have to run. Preferably using the car.

He had to leave Frank behind, or face going to that blue. The bluest thing of all. The TARDIS. And no way was he letting Jack leave him again, no matter how selfish that meant he had to be.

Peering into the car, he noticed that his companions were still asleep. Deciding his best option was to dispose of the two from the future; Ianto manoeuvred the door open and quickly caught the figure leaning against it. Slowly sliding Fun Ghoul out of the back seat, Ianto lay him down on the hot sand, soon placing Kobra Kid next to him. Interlocking their hands, Ianto smiled and then shifted Jack over the gear stick and into the passenger seat. Funnily enough, the man who rarely slept was dead to the world.

Reversing so he could move the car around, Ianto reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror to his liking.

As the car accelerated, he looked back to see Kobra Kid waking up.

Ianto stopped the car.

Ianto Jones may be an excellent runner, but he does not run away from his problems. He either stores them underneath the hub, or faces them head on.


By this point, Frank knew that following something as enticing as the blue had been the worst mistake he'd ever made. Sure, he may have upset many people before, but at least he could potentially have made it up to them. Now, there were no people around. He wondered if he'd ever see another person again.

Dehydration makes you dramatic.

The hope that the blue dot had given him diminished as Frank looked up at the approaching night sky and wandered to a nearby rock, curling his small body around it.


Party Poison was almost like a child in that he had to be watched at all times.

The fifteen or so minutes he was left unattended were more than enough for him to sprint off after the blue dot, and he'd reached a pretty substantial distance away before Jet Star realised he had reason for concern.

And chasing after a madman in the desert isn't really something you want to be doing on your Friday night.

And so instead, Jet Star shrugged, muttered to himself that he'd be fine, and climbed in to the back seat of their customised car to get himself a few hours rest.


So it's been two weeks. I suck, I'm sorry.

I was doing coursework and stuff, this weekend has been the first one where I have left my house and socialised in a while.

Is the new layout confusing anyone else?

I didn't really have much in terms of plot for this, it's kind of a filler type thing.

I'll try and crank out a longer chapter for tomorrow, but I do have homework.

If I go a few days and you really can't wait for an update, message me. I forget about stuff so easily...

So yeah, Ianto has gone a bit... odd.

Frank has also gone a bit weird, and he's lost.

Party Poison was always a bit weird, but we love him anyway.

Reviews are inspirational. Tell me what you think might happen next. I'm hoping it's not too obvious.

Anyone who is confused by all the desert-ness, go on youtube and type in "Na na na". First result, that's what all of this is based on.

And with that, I will leave you. Ciao.