Hey guys- sorry it took so long to come out with this chapter. I've been pretty busy- a friend and I are going to try and publish our own Torchwood Novel so that's taken up a lot of time, and I'm still suffering from a severe case of Janto flu as a result of the BBC's heartless act of murder. Also, I'm working on a series about Norse Mythology which I'm trying to get published, so that's taking up a lot of my Summer as well. Anyway, I've decided to make this chapter a short, fluffy one between Jack and Ianto. It's a bit crap and cliché, but then again I'm rubbish at the lovey-dovey stuff between characters (unless I've created them myself, which is a VERY different story, or I'm in the mood to do something lovey-dovey).

I named this chapter after my favourite Rammstein song- Spieluhr- but the song used is by Nightwish, and the song reminded me of... well, I've used it as the "reminded Ianto of..." so you'll find out soon enough.

Enjoy.

Spieluhr (Music Box)

When Ianto woke up, he didn't expect it to be in Jack's arms, he didn't expect Jack to be stroking his hair, and he certainly didn't expect Jack to be staring at him as though he were a work of art. Ianto blinked a few times, trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

"I forgot how beautiful your eyes were." He whispered. Ianto just grunted, and tried to sit up. "No, don't get up. You and Gwen were hypnotised."

"Jack?" Ianto groaned. "Hypnotised?"

"Yeah," Jack said softly, stroking the Welshman's hair.

"But you... tried to kill me."

Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto's forehead. "No," he whispered. "Ianto, I found out something about this place, and we need to get out of here- we gotta find Owen and Lisa, and then wake up Gwen. This place is pure evil."

Ianto's eyes widened in pain, confusion and apprehension. "You tried to kill me."

"Ianto- I could never hurt you."

"Why?"

Jack held Ianto in his arms and cuddled him close. "When I first met you, I didn't want anything to do with you- to me you were just some Welsh kid who looked screwed up. I even tried to avoid you on our first day, but then the Principal allocated us to share a room with Owen, and I was even gonna ask if I could to a room-change, then that whole scene in the cafeteria and Torchwood... the point is, these past few weeks I've gotten to know you, no matter how silent you've been... you're so smart, talented, wonderful... and beautiful."

"Beautiful?" Ianto sounded surprised as Jack continued stroking his hair.

"Sh," Jack sighed and looked around. Ianto strained to look as well, and saw Gwen sleeping peacefully by the staircase, while the Gwen clone- the Anti-Gwen, Ianto dubbed her- was chained up with... were they mouse tails? "Don't worry about either of them." Jack soothed, still stroking Ianto's hair. "I sent Gwen to sleep, and knocked out the other one- thank fuck for Aviation Mech. You're weak, Ianto, and before we can do anything, the both of you need to be full rested." With that, Jack began singing a soft tune, which reminded Ianto of a music box his grandmother had given him when he was a child.

"In your creation heaven did decree

That in your arms sweet death should dwell.

Deep silent complete

Black Velvet Sea

The sirens are calling for me

Saved my soul thinking 'this song is a lie'

Sand on the shore is so dry

Deep silent complete

Black Velvet Sea

Brave day sinking in endless night

The age will say 'this poet lies'

Heaven never touched earthly face

The age will say 'this night was ours'

Blessed with the deep

The silent,

The complete"

Slowly, Ianto's eyelids drifted shut, and he fell into blissful sleep in Jacks strong arms.