The long drawn out tone hit Jack before he'd even woken up. "NO!" he screamed. He pulled Gwen off of him who then also woke up and followed him into Ianto's room where the heart monitor was ringing out the flat tone. There was no-one else in the room but they were immediately joined by doctors and assistants who responded to the dead call. They pushed Jack and Gwen out of the room so they had to watch helplessly from the window. Gwen turned her head away from Ianto who was being roughly prepared for resuscitation by having his shirt forcefully undone as a doctor violently pushed chest compressions. Jack also had to look away and again found hugging Gwen mildly comforting.

After a few minutes the dreadful noise stopped. But wasn't replaced with a rhythmic bleep but appeared to be turned off. Jack looked up to the picture he wanted to see least of all. The lead doctor was looking at his watch as an assistant delicately put the blankets over Ianto's head. "No." Jack whispered. Gwen couldn't bring herself to lift her head up as she knew what had happened. "No, no, no, no, no!" Jack repeated desperately. He shook his head violently in disbelief.

Owen and Tosh rounded the corner in haste only to be greeted by grieving eyes and tears. Immediately Tosh huddled Gwen in a big bear hug. Owen was left to stare awkwardly at his boss who seemed to have gone into a complete breakdown.

"If I had done something, or, or," Jack couldn't seem to find words or relief in anything. His precious, Welsh, tea-boy was gone and it was his fault. "It was my fault." He whispered.

A doctor walked slowly out of Ianto's room, "I'm sorry." He said, with that he walked back into the room to take down Ianto's chart. The lead doctor came out and nodded at the team in sympathy.

"We will do a post mortem, find cause of death, settle your thoughts as much as we can." He clarified. Owen thanked the doctors reluctantly as he felt they could have done more to save Ianto. He helped Tosh and Gwen shepard Jack back to the SUV.

It was a very long and quiet journey back to the Hub. They entered and all headed straight for the random sofas on the main level. Though they were all gagging for coffee, none of them could bring themselves to try and go to Ianto's little coffee area. The whole scene felt very wrong without Ianto. At that moment Jack realised how taken for granted the tea-boy had really been. His expert coffee, his cheeky but shy smile, his slight blushes when Jack mentioned them together and his all round helpfulness and unchallenged friendship. Even Owen let a tear or two slip in his grief. Torchwood 3 sat and mourned the Tea-boy for the rest of the night.

A/N: This is not the end, watch out, I have one more surprise in store for you, keep reviewing :) –FlowerPetalsToTheWind (does not own Torchwood)