A/N - Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they keep me going! I had writers block so this chapter may not be very good, see what you think. Enjoy!

Jack stood stock still, tears running down his face, in silent vigil listening to the agonised screams of his lover. Two hours, this terrible sound had echoed around the hub, but that was only since Ianto had cracked.

He'd held up well against Bashams torture, smiling or coming back with witty remarks to the threats being chucked his way. In despair, Jack had watched as the larger man slowly and steadily broke Ianto, both mentally and physically.

I hope I've made the right decision, I stand here watching as the man I love is tortured, violated, and the worst thing is that I know that it's in my power to stop it. If I give them what they want, I could be putting the whole world in danger, I don't even know what the artefact does. Although it breaks my heart, I know that Ianto wouldn't want me to risk so many peoples lives just for him. So I watch and I try to be there for him, although he seems to be in so much pain, I don't think he notices

Deena watched too. She greatly admired Basham and how efficiently he workedwith so much skill, she knew that he had started out in Torchwood Four just like her, a lonesome teen with a violent streak and a thirst for danger. She looked at what he had achieved, and at how hard he had worked to become the best in his field and she wished that, one day, she could be as committed and successful as him. There was just one problem.

I can't let this get in the way. Torchwood Four is my life, it's all of my past and my future. It's all I've worked for and it's all I've ever wanted, until now. I mustn't let my feelings get in the way. Basham said that later he might let me have a go at hurting the pretty boy. Imagine it! Wouldn't it be just the most wonderful thing for my career? I must think of the future, not just right now. So, back to work.

'Hello?'

'Rhys, hi, how're you?'

'Gwen, sweetie, I'm fine but how're you? You haven't come home in three days, I tried calling but I couldn't reach your mobile. What's going on?'

'I just wanted to say that I'm fine don't worry about me and I'll try and be home soon.'

'Gwen, what's all that screaming in the background? Has someone been hurt?'

'Sob…Look Rhys, I have sob to go, I'll tell you later. Sniff.'

'Take care sweetie ok?'

'Bye'

Basham was enjoying himself, a lot, and he'd only just got started. Just the thought of a once strong man pleading and breaking down made Basham feel happy, as if he'd achieved something remarkable and wonderful. And that's exactly what he'd got. Sure he was under orders to bring back the artefact as quickly as possible, but hopefully the Captain wouldn't give in too soon and he could continue doing what he loved for a while longer.

Jack's there, he's always there, watching. I tried to tell him I was ok but I couldn't seem to speak. I can see the pain he feels and I wish it wasn't my fault. He's right not to give in, despite what happens to me, I'm not important. Still, I wish it wasn't left to jack to make this choice. Especially so soon after Tosh and Owen. I know I won't survive this, not unless a miracle happens.

Bye Jack, I love you. But of course, jack can't hear me. I will die alone.

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