The JB Story Chapter 3

TWTWTW

Previously on Torchwood:-

Owen has gone. Gwen has mysteriously disappeared and poor Myfanwy still hasn't got her chocolate fix…

Ianto sat down and looked at Jack. "You're having a laugh. A mechanical genie?"

Jack shook his head. "Afraid not." He eyed the young Welshman. "Did ya wish Gwen wasn't here? Cos, now she isn't."

Ianto blushed.

"Thought so," Jack tutted. "How could you. You should be ashamed of yourself." He smiled, knowingly.

Ianto nodded. "Yes, but I didn't vanish Owen….Well, maybe I did, when I was thinking about feeding Myfanwy."

Tosh gasped.

"You mean Owen's been eaten?"

Ianto went beetroot red. "I better check Miffy's nest."

Jack looked worried. "What for?"

"Well, Owen's bloodied lab coat, a few bones perhaps…." He shrugged.

"Ianto!"

"What? He's been annoying me all day, just be grateful I didn't turn him into the Sugar Puff Monster!"

Jack looked confused for a second, then shook his head. "Ianto, get your arse up into that nest and check! And everyone, for God's sake try not to wish for anything!"

Fed up, Ianto's reaction was unavoidable. 'I wish he'd stop stating the bloody obvious' "I could have worked that one out myself!"

Unaware of Ianto's wish, Tosh spoke up. "Erm, Jack, couldn't we fix this by just wishing Gwen and Owen back?"

Jack frowned. "Good thought, but I'm afraid it's just not that simple."

Tosh sighed quietly. "Nothing ever is in Torchwood."

"You're stating the obvious, Tosh."

Ianto started to climb the ladder, then froze half way up. "Jack," he called down, "I accidentally wished you'd stop stating the obvious, but you just did, with Tosh!"

"Bugger, right, no more wishing!"

Ianto kept climbing, trying not to wish. He just wanted to find Owen unharmed. Reaching the nest, he was relieved to see the medic at the back of the cave with the remnants of a chocolate wrapper.

"About time you found me, Tea Boy," he smiled. "I would have spoken up earlier, but I was enjoying the show down there."

Ianto tried to hide how annoyed he was right then. "Let's just go down, shall we?"

"Lead on Mac Duff."

"Ianto, is Owen alive? Ianto, I wanna hear those beautiful Welsh vowels."

Ianto couldn't help himself, he wished Jack would belt up.

Moments later, Jack grabbed at his waist. "Ianto!"

Owen and Ianto exchanged looks.

"I think I better stay up here. It's safer." Ianto looked down at Jack.

"Actually, Tea Boy, why don't I know you out, then the problem is solved."

Ianto gave the medic a worried look. "You wouldn't?"

Owen grinned, raised his right fist and punched Ianto's lights out.

Instantly, Jack's tightening belt sped up it's efforts to cut him in half.

"How is that solving the problem?" The Captain yelled in an interesting falsetto voice, as his clothing attempted to butcher a certain vital organ below the waist.

Keeping her head, Tosh rushed to the autopsy bay and grabbed a scalpel to cut the offending belt.

Jack sighed with relief as the pressure was finally removed. He vented his frustration with a perfectly placed right hook; and once again the sir was filled with the sharp tang of blood.

Owen squealed and clutched at his broken nose.