It was still early – barely light outside – when Gwen clattered into the Hub the next morning. Ianto leant down where he was preparing the day's batch of coffee beans. "Morning, Gwen. Coffee will still be a while, sorry."

She waved him off. "That's fine. Is Jack around?"

Ianto nodded. "Yeah he's just…" He looked over and Jack wasn't in fact in his office, where he had been just minutes before. "Well, he was in his office. He's around somewhere."

"What is it, Gwen?" Jack asked, his voice coming from close behind Ianto. Ianto twisted the top half of his body around to see and his arm nearly collided with Jack's chest. He wondered how Jack had managed to sneak up so close without him even noticing.

"Nothing, really," Gwen said uncertainly. "I just, I didn't really sleep. Kept feeling like there was something watching me, kept imagining I could see things from the corner of my eye. I don't know if it's because there was something or if my mind was just playing tricks on me after yesterday."

Ianto nodded sympathetically. He'd shut his flat up tight when he had finally made it home the night before, and even then he hadn't felt quite safe. He'd returned to the Hub in the dim light of early dawn, not feeling truly secure until he'd stepped through the door.

"We have to do something, Jack," Gwen said fiercely. "I don't like not feeling safe in my own home." She waved her hands in the air. "What was it you said yesterday, we need to find the Chosen One? What is a Chosen One anyway? Why do they want them? How many of them are there?"

Ianto looked at Jack. Some of those were very good questions – ones they would need to know the answers to if the Chosen One or Ones were the key to getting through this encounter with the 'fairies'.

Jack looked at the floor and sighed.

"Jack?" Gwen prompted.

He looked up at them. "All these so-called fairies? They were once children, Chosen Ones, from all across time, across millennia. Part of the lost lands."

Ianto frowned. "Lost lands?"

"The lands that belonged to them," Jack clarified.

"So, why are they here?" Gwen asked. "What do they want?"

Jack fixed them both with a look. "They want what they believe is theirs. The next Chosen One."

Ianto sighed quietly; he had suspected as much. He heard Gwen take a sharp breath in.

"You mean they want to just take someone's child?" she asked, voice just on the edge of shrill.

"Yes," Jack answered bluntly. "But the child has to want to go."

"We have to stop them, Jack," Gwen said just as bluntly. "We need to find that kid and stop them."

Jack cocked his head. "I agree. But that might be easier said than done."

Given that they didn't really know what they were looking for, Ianto didn't think it was all that surprising that, even with all five of them working on it, they were no closer to figuring out who the current Chosen One was by the middle of that afternoon.

They were gathered around the conference room table again, papers scattered over the table that had been dug out of the computer system and the archives, Tosh with her laptop out in front of her as she ran every kind of scan and database mining she could come up with.

He was ploughing through a particularly boring set of reports when Tosh's voice drew him out. "Ianto? What was the weather forecast for today?"

He thought for a second. "Dry and sunny all day, if I remember correctly."

"Then something is definitely happening again," Tosh said tensely.

The others all got to their feet and they all crowded around Tosh's laptop. "I don't know what's going on, it's just going crazy," she muttered as she triangulated the position.

A few seconds later, the computer had zeroed in on the disturbance, and Tosh could pull up an address.

"It's a school," she said. Ianto glanced down at the computer clock and noted silently that it made sense. "The Coed Y Garreg Primary School. I still don't know…"

"It doesn't matter," Jack cut her off. "That's right across town and we need to get there, now. Before anyone else gets hurt."

They burst into action, leaving Ianto gathering papers from the table back into piles as the rush of movement scattered them even further than they had been before.

"Can you keep an eye out for any more anomalies?" Jack called, turning around to face Ianto on his way down to the garage exit.

Ianto nodded. "Of course."

And Jack was gone after the others.

He continued to re-sort the information they had been scouring all day, using Tosh's abandoned laptop to watch out for any new disturbances, as promised. He had folded the laptop closed and was about to grab it and head down into the rest of the Hub when Jack's voice sounded in his ear.

"We have a possible name for the kid. Jasmine Pierce. The school sent the kids home after the incident earlier, so…"

Ianto flipped the laptop back open. "Do you need a home address?" he interrupted.

"No, it's okay, Tosh got it. We're heading over there now. Not sure yet what we'll do once we get there, but hopefully we can sort something out."

Ianto nodded, looking up the address anyway. "Okay."

He narrowed the scan region down to the immediate neighbourhood, suspecting that if anything further was going to happen it would be wherever the child was.

He wasn't expecting to be right.

The SUV tracker showed it to be still a couple of minutes out when another disturbance - similar to that at the school - suddenly appeared at the address listed on file for Jasmine Pierce.

"Jack," he said, tapping on his comm. "You might want to get to that address quickly. Something is happening, and it doesn't look good."