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Ianto dragged the body over to the canoe, securing it with rope as the larger brother limped over to accept the paddle.

"I expect my canoe back" Jack said sternly, "No doubt those who come to parlay can bring it with them. Remind them to be nice or your brother might get a nasty flesh eating infection or something. Shame if he loses a foot…or a leg….or a head."

They watched the canoe disappear into the rising mist and Ianto turned to watch his daughter calmly hose the blood from the garden where her father had died, her face serene even though her knuckles were a little white.

"I give it an hour" Jack said as he turned to follow Ianto's gaze, "Go comfort her. I have to get somethings ready."

"Yes Cariad."

Ianto went over and drew Kara against him, whispering how proud he was of her moxie and she turned in his arms to take a kiss then nuzzled her face into his neck as she took comfort from him, like she did as a small child in a thunder storm.

"Yan"

Ianto straightened up and moved to his agreed spot as Kara slid into the house and up to the rafters of the top level where her puppy was already in a basket asleep. She looked down on the front yard from her perch above the large windows and saw the canoe being pulled forward against the pier by an angry looking man, five others in the following skiff to gingerly follow their leader, the brother came last with open terror. He saw the other one sitting on the ground and ran to him, dragging him towards the skiff as Ianto watched expressionlessly.

As they got to the skiff Steve rose from the depths and seized the injured bother, pulling him down as the other one screamed and struggled to retrieve him. Steve released him now it had been made apparent these men were surrounded.

Ianto stood glaring at the approaching Lycans as Jack sat in the deck chair nearest, "Wanna sit? I would invite you in but the place is a little…well….messy since your dogs there turned everything over looking for gods knows what."

"We wanted to know who you were, why you are here" one of them spoke.

"We found the child, we called it in. We were sorry for your loss and we were respectful of the poor pup. You have no right to blame us for the actions of whoever killed him" Jack frowned and they seemed to stall out.

"Killed?"

"What, you do know he was murdered right?" Jack asked, "He has a K9 torn out so roughly it ripped his lip, classic trophy. You need to look for a rival pack and you will find the ones who did it. I would assume it was a rite of passage?"

They stared at him silently, then an explosion had everyone swinging to look to the left as Ianto sighed. A landmine had gone off and he swung back to yell at them. "Tell them all to stop before they set off more landmines!"

A bark rang out and they all watched Ianto as he stared at Jack then huffed, "I vote they are on their own."

"Babe, don't be mean" Jack smiled, "They clearly didn't realise they were entering a Tiger's Den."

"They are werewolves, I would prefer Weevils" Ianto muttered, "I am sick of aliens, really I am. Why can't we escape them? I mean….shit…. I am about to turn fifty five and still there is not escape. When do I get to retire?"

"That's Torchwood" Jack shrugged "No escape."

"Torchwood" one repeated.

"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood" Jack said happily, "My beloved partner here is Ianto Jones. I am sure you know about us. You know … The Ghosts, then came the 546 then Miracle Day?"

They blinked.

"Maybe you've heard of my friend the Doctor? You know? The one who killed off some of you once upon a time? Yeah?" Jack folded his arms, "Maybe the Incoming Storm would like to know there is a pack of you here terrorising a few harmless people and aliens?"

They blinked again.

"You know, it isn't nice to stare" Ianto rose and addressed the one who stood back by the boat silently, stalking towards him "Why are you terrorising us? We've done nothing wrong. Would you have preferred my daughter left the boy to rot?"

"He was my son" the man snarled.

"And you honour your son by endangering my daughter?" Ianto frowned, "Why is my child's life worth less?"

"There is no child here"

"Kara"

She swung out the window and landed on the lawn, her crouch startling. She rose to walk over and stand between the two men who were now obviously related to her, her head raised defiantly.

"This is our daughter" Jack said calmly, "This is our home. You are not welcome, you have insulted us for the first and last time. Next time one of you thinks they can come into our home and attack us we will feed them to the gators. Understand?"

"That was not intended, they were supposed to be more…polite" the leader said as he motioned for them to leave, "We must talk bout this and make a decision."

"Well don't expect me to hold my breath" Jack shot back as they pushed away from the pier, "I will just resurrect angrier."

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To my friend reading this on the train, I am curious what time of day and where my friends check up on my updates. I am currently in bed. It was my birthday yesterday and I am lazily posting before I get up to start work. I always post early in the morning in my neck of the woods...or should I say between the sea and the river mouth. I live on an esplanade that was once the beach, my house build on a sanddune that looks out over the receeded sea at the mouth of the Grey River. The fishing boats go around the tip head to come in and I am often woken in the early morn by the deep thrum of a diesel motor coming up the side of my house.