According to the hit counters you guys still read my stuff. I really need you guys to know you're not just an afterthought. It takes time, but I'd rather give you a better effort, you deserve it.

With that said,

ENJOY!

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He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Ianto was on all fours, back arched like a territorial cat. A low growl through clenched teeth, lips pealed back. Malcolm sighed, this was not going to be easy. He could practically feel Ra's and Nyssa watching. 'Good! Let them see what damage they've done.' Merlyn thought as Oliver passed into his vision.

Ianto, must have also noticed the new comer; angling to keep them both in his eye line.

"This is ridiculous…" Queen hissed, nocking an arrow.

"Kill him and I will fucking end you!" Malcolm hissed back. His face; leaving 'the Arrow' no room to doubt he wouldn't do it.

"You really think I'd be 'that' heartless... or stupid." Oliver hissed, knowing full well just who was listening. He stopped for a minute. "What about wounding him?"

"If we must, but I prefer to do this without bloodshed."

"I could hit him on the head."

"Oh gee why didn't I think of that..!?" Malcolm snorted, noticing right along with Queen. Their banter was drawing his younger charge's attention.

Jones was watching the exchange. His head cocked to the side, his mouth closing. Never realizing, they had moved forward while he was distracted. Suddenly, something was pulling him forward. He flailed and his arms where restrained as he was twisted onto his back. He wailed in fear and kicked out, only to have his legs held down as well. He hissed and snarled, if they meant to kill him, he wasn't going to make it easy.

"Please Jamil, we won't hurt you." Malcolm tried to soothe "Damn it we need that incense." The older man lamented.

Oliver pulled a tiny vile from his pocket, simply straddling his friend's legs to free up his hands. "Here, Laurel figured it was easier to carry than incense." He tossed the tube to Merlyn, who opened it and dabbed a bit under the younger man's nose.

"Breathe, we don't want to hurt you, just breathe." Malcolm pleaded, taking deep breaths as Ianto's struggle slowed. "That's it my beautiful boy…"

"T-t-trick?" Jones rasped.

The death glare the older Merlyn leveled at Nyssa and even Ra's, could have wiped out small countries. "It's no trick Jamil Waladi, Oliver and I are going to get you out of here."

Ianto's gaze fell on the older Queen, who smiled back reassuringly. Letting up on his grip of the young man's legs. "Hey buddy, ready to go?"

Jones whimpered, waiting for his saviors to disappear, even as Malcolm drew him into his arms. Malcolm longed to reassure his distraught lover. There was only so much he could do however, till they were somewhere safe. Even then, he only had a week to try and undo the damage the League had done. He wanted to sneer into Nyssa's frowning face as they passed. Ra's Al Ghul's open disdain for his foolish daughter. The only thing holding him back.

~IaHaHiM~

Tommy and Laurel had waited in the jet. Growing ever nervous as the rendezvous time inched closer. The younger Merlyn pulled out his earbuds as Malcolm practically stomped back to the private room with a passed out Ianto safely bundled in his arms.

"Best leave them alone for a bit." Oliver sighed as he sat down opposite his friend. "You're perfume idea worked, thanks for that Laurel."

"Well it was the least I could do, how is he?" She asked, looking worried.

"I'm not sure, but I'm guessing we'll find out when he wakes up." Malcolm stated ominously. "For now, let's just get home so he can feel moderately safe again."