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None of them will help me. Something is killing them, another one in danger as we sit here on our fucking hands and all they want to do is play the blame game. If one of them would shut up for five fucking seconds I might be able to explain but … I see now things have not changed. Not really.

I am still the one hiding things, still the one not to be trusted.

It's a wonder they don't do a sweep of the lower levels for another Cyberman.

Maybe Tosh is.

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"Ianto?"

Ianto turned from his musings to find Gwen there hesitantly sliding around the doorframe to enter his private space, "Are you OK pet?"

"No. I just found out I am the sperm donor for all those kids, something is killing them off and no one seems to care" Ianto huffed, "Even you, the bleeding heart of Torchwood. Do you care? Someone is killing children? Even if they are mine … they don't deserve that."

Gwen frowned, "Sperm donor?"

"They paid" Ianto chuffed, "Why I knew where the clinic was where Carys worked. I sold blood sometimes too. Lisa was expensive to please."

Gwen blinked, "So … that's how you found them. You went through your file at the clinic and looked for who your sperm had been used by. Oh my god. You are a sperm donor."

"Was" Ianto corrected as he paced, "All before Jack. They can freeze it ya know. Keep it for years. Shit, I had no idea they were still using it. That baby was…. Gods. I think there might be more, I was doing it for a long time, well me and Lisa… well. Since I turned 21 and could. David was from a donor, Johnny unable. Rhiannon's joy showed me there were women who needed help. I began to do what I could, the money was welcome as Lisa and I met and started to play house. Then … the Tower fell and I came here. Left it all behind."

"So … you've not done it since starting here?" Gwen asked.

"No. It's been at least … three years since I last donated. These children are from previous donations, obviously!" Ianto sank into a chair, "Those poor families. Trying so hard for a child, god only knows the cost alone … the failures before one finally sticks. Only to lose it now because of me. Somehow, it's because of me, right?

"Well ... it does seem the only connection they all have sweetie" Gwen leaned against the desk, "We need to go through the clinic's files, get all of the babies. Check their whereabouts and then see if this thing has a pattern. Something we can use to track it."

Ianto was already doing it in the back of his mind, a map of London flashing as the murder scenes repeated in his head. There was a pattern. It seemed to be going in alphabetical order of surname…shit.

Ianto pulled over a tablet and tapped in the links, then started to search as Gwen settled next to him with a pen and paper.

"Alphabetical?" she asked as she saw the list forming.

"Anderson, Baxter, Beasley, Carrington, Ferguson … yeah. It's going in alphabetical order." Ianto said as he slumped with open relief, "My sister is Davies. If it was going on DNA scenting alone they would have been targeted before the Ferguson child. So … seems likely it accessed these records same as us, right? If so … the Grants are next."

"But why" Gwen asked with confusion, "What purpose?"

"Terminator theory like Owen said" Ianto said as he rose, "It is trying to take out my bloodline… or me. It was given my DNA and sent on a search and destroy mission? One of these children is something, becomes something and they don't know which one so they will kill them all to be sure? I don't know Gwen. All I know is that statistically this little boy will be next."

"Should we tell Jack?"

"Do you think he wants to listen? You saw his reaction to all of this. He needs to focus and see how stupid he is being, right now he can't hear what I have to say. Bedsides … they are here in Cardiff. Moved here last year when she fell pregnant again to be close to her family. She's Welsh like us. It's here. Not in London any more. You want it here?" Ianto was pulling out of a secure lockbox and Gwen felt herself changing her stance to follow him.

He was right.

Something was here and they needed to act now. Babies for fucksake!

"You have an address?" she asked as he reached in for a weapon as well, "I will call him on the way. He can listen or hang up but we will at least be doing something."

"OK" Ianto strode towards the lift and she followed, her heart pounding as things settled into something recognisable. Ianto had not been unfaithful. He had been righteous. These babies were loved, wanted and hard fought for.

She would fight for them now.