Ianto was cowering on the floor, looking up at John with a morbid reservation. John walked round and sat on Jack's desk pushing all the papers out of the way.
"I think we both know how this is going to work. I mean Owen managed it I'm sure you can and you've had a lot more practice." He winked, and curled his finger up beckoning Ianto towards him. The tea boy shifted slightly but only into a sitting position. He seemed to consider John carefully, as though he was a business deal and not a mad man with a gun.
"And if I say no?" His voice, despite being a bit muffled, was nonchalant and he managed to squint at John through his swollen eyes.
"Then I'll kill you." John replied in the exact same tone. He looked down at the gun and twisted it in his hands, as if admiring the craftsmanship. Ianto just smiled, and spoke the next words with ease.
"I'd rather die than shag you." He shrugged his shoulders, and laid back waiting for the bang. His thoughts flickered to Jack briefly, but he pushed them away. John just tutted, mumbling about the olden days when death was enough to make people do whatever he wanted. He went to sit on the floor leaning against the wall across from Ianto, the gun still in his hand.
"Okay then how about I'll rape Tosh if you don't and she'll do exactly what I want or I'll tell her I'll do it to Owen instead. Love makes people so weak." He looked down at Ianto, who was clearly thinking. In the end he sighed.
"Fine let's get this over." He simply rolled over and closed his eyes. God he hoped the others were thinking of a way to end this. Then he remembered Gwen's stomach and Tosh's bleeding leg, and any hope he had left dissolved. How the hell would they get out of this? Even if they did, they wouldn't be the same. Then he shuddered, thinking about them all becoming like Owen, revenge-filled or dying, he wasn't sure which was the worse option. But then John was undoing his belt, and his thoughts returned to Jack, it definitely wasn't Jack fault. Just because John happened to be psychotic, didn't mean Jack caused it. He knew so little about Jack though, had he once been like John, and if so had he really changed? Then he realised he honestly didn't care, he loved Jack and nothing and no one could change that.
"We have to stop him." Jack shouted tears stinging his eyes. He couldn't stop staring at his office, imagining what was happening inside. His emotions had finally broken free, and he could no longer keep up the nonchalant charade. "Can anyone get free?" He looked back at the others; Gwen was getting paler by the second her legs looking wobbly. Tosh didn't look too bad, and Owen was just staring at the girls eyes filled with worry. Gwen simply grunted a no. Tosh twisted a bit and tried to bite at the chords but then she shook her head. Owen didn't bother he just glared at Jack.
"Would you even bloody care if it was one of us Jack?" He growled, turning his attention back to Gwen who he was telling to breathe in and out slowly, and to keep her eyes open. It was amazing how his personality could shift so easily, from fury to doctor, he glanced back at Jack.
"I'd act exactly the same, and I'm more concerned about getting free for Gwen than I am for Ianto." He may love Ianto but it didn't blind him, Ianto could cope a lot better with what was going in his office than Gwen could cope with a bleeding stomach. Owen nodded content for a second. Both men pulled against the ropes biting and tearing at the chord trying to weaken it in anyway possible. Gwen heaved in a huge breath.
"There's a knife in my pocket but I can't get it." She stuttered, panting from the pain. Then Tosh's face lit up, as she remembered her own pockets.
"Owen in my back pocket there's a manicure set." She smiled trying to twist herself so that he could reach her more easily. He grinned back as he reached for the little box. He pulled out some tiny scissors and instantly tried to cut at the rope around her wrists.
"Why do you have a manicure set in your back pocket?" He asked smiling as the rope began to thin.
"You know me; I'm always ready for any emergency." After a minute he stopped cutting and told her to pull, the rope broke easily, and she grabbed the scissors from him and quickly began chopping at his restraints.
"Owen, Tosh get guns then Owen take care of Gwen." They both nodded as Owen was finally released. Owen went to undo Gwen and Tosh got the knife from Gwen's back pocket and went over to Jack. As soon as he was free, she ran quietly down to her work station, grabbing four guns and giving one to each of them. "Take care of Gwen, I'll sort out John." Owen opened his mouth to argue, but Gwen moaned softly her eyes closing. Tosh gave Jack a shove towards his office. Owen carefully lifted Gwen onto his shoulder carrying her down to the medical area, Tosh limping after them. Jack walked quietly up the steps to his office, noticing that he had Gwen's glock in his hands. He opened the door swiftly pointing the gun at John.
"Move and I'll kill you. Ianto go." He didn't move his eyes from John as he spoke. Partly, because he couldn't risk it, and partly because he didn't want to think about what had been going on. John pulled his trousers up, fastening his belt.
"You disturbed us." He pouted, like a child who had his favourite toy confiscated.
"Will you leave?" Jack asked.
"I already am." Jack's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then he realised the watch on John's wrist.
"No." He reached out towards him, but it was too late. John vanished, a boyish smirk on his face.
Jack stomped down to the medical area, worried about what he might find there. Then he heard it, a gunshot that was going to turn his life upside down.
A/N I want 20 reviews before I'm continuing, hence the cliff hanger. So please review LMP