A/N - Hello everyone - sorry for the delay and sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Thanks for all the lovely reviews

I don't own Torchwood (sadly)

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Deenas POV

Basham is going to kill him.

Up until now I've been able to separate my work from the rest of my life and recently my work has been brilliant, the experience wonderful for my career.

But I love him, I realised just as I left his cell that time. Basham had let me practice my skills and so I didn't hold back – I made the pretty boy squirm and shriek. As I left I met his gaze, just for a second, and his pleading eyes filled with sorrow and despair.

That's when I realised I loved him.

So I have to act, I have to save him. From what I've heard from others about love, it's when you care about someone no matter what and you protect them, even if you have to make a sacrifice.

I stand outside the door, listening to Basham inside preparing to kill an innocent man, and at the last minute, I burst in.

'Stop Basham' I shout 'This has gone far enough – you can't kill him.'

'And why not?' I can feel Bashams anger radiating from him – filling the room.

'Because I love him.'

I activate the divice in my hand and send us both home, Basham and me.

I died that night – but it was worth it – to save the life of the person I love.

As soon as everyone had registered that Iantos captor had gone, they hastened to free him. Ianto had fainted when Basham and Deena disappeared and Jack dropped down to the floor and pulled him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him and whispering that he was safe now. Gwen was busy cleaning the worst of his wounds and so didn't notice the tears sliding silently running down Jacks cheeks.

Together, they brought Ianto carefully up to the main part of the hub and laid him gently in the autopsy bay. Jack kept hold of Iantos hand and, after what seemed an age, he woke up.

I'ts at times like this I need Owen back

thought Jack as he struggled to keep Ianto down as his nightmare raged.

Ianto had been healing well over the last few weeks though he had slept most of it and Jack wished he could say it had been a peaceful slumber.

Martha had come as soon as she could after Jack had called her on that day. When she saw Ianto she had been so shocked and upset yet the doctor in her took over and she fussed over him, making him well. But she wasn't a psychologist, and Ianto had been badly traumatised by the experience.

The time ahead was going to be tough – for everyone.

A/N - Its up to you lovely people - in the next chapter do you want Ianto to trust and be happy with Jack or is he too damaged by his experiences? Please review and tell me what you would like to happen.