Another short-ish one. I do apologize.

The next chapter shouldnt be too long. So, Enjoy

Ooo! The story now has a name! I'll change it when the stories completed.

The Captain stopped and breathed deeply, standing outside the opening to the vaults. He could hear scratching on the side of the wall – something Janet did in need and desperation. Jack began to panic as he realised he couldn't hear any noise from Ianto. Plucking up as much courage as he could muster, he turned his head, and peered into the vaults.

Janet was sitting at the opposite side, her front facing the wall – her back facing Jack. Her arm was raised slightly, and was scratching and slapping the concrete in front of her. In the weevils' arms' – lying across her legs – was a terrified, half naked Ianto. Jack saw that he flinched every time Janet slapped the wall.

He would do anything to get his lover away from this beast. Anything.

"Ianto..." Jack whispered softly – trying not to get the attention of Janet. The Welshman's body tensed as he heard the soft voice of his lover calling him.

"It's okay Ianto...Everything's gonna be fine...Just relax...and she won't hurt you..." The older man whispered once more.

He smiled gently as he saw Ianto's head move up and down – attempting to nod without provoking the weevil.

"Are you hurt?"

Ianto's head steadily moved side to side.

"Hold on for a little long okay? I'll get you out of here soon…Just…hold on."
Jack looked around in attempt to find anything that could help him. His attention came to a long metal pipe, lying a few feet away from Ianto's right leg. He knew it was the only thing that could help – but it meant drawing attention to himself. Sighing quietly, he shuffled forward – keeping his gaze on Ianto's watering eyes.
Janet suddenly grunted angrily, and slammed her fist upon the wall – making Ianto gasp in shock. The weevil looked down at the man in her arms. Her movements immediately halted, and her angered expression softened. The hand that was pounding the wall, came down towards Ianto, and cradled his head to her chest.
"Jaacck…" The boy whimpered, his hand clawing the floor in despair.
"Shit!" Jack cursed inwardly. If he did something now - he could get Ianto injured - and that's the last thing he wanted.

Janet began to make whimpering noises; it sounded like she was crying. She started scratching Ianto's naked back roughly, leaving bright pink and red marks down his skin. The Welshman gasped in pain, and sobbed into the weevils' chest.

Fury built up inside Jack. "How dare she hurt MY Ianto...?"
The sound of Ianto's pained sobbing was enough to cover up the captains footsteps as he moved forward towards the pipe. Janet's head was turned the other way, looking at the top of Ianto's head, her hand still clawing his flesh, so Jack went un-noticed as he bent down, and wrapped his hand around the cold metal pipe.

Jack heard light footsteps over Ianto's sobs, and turned his head to see Gwen, Tosh and Owen standing at the door, with what looked like a tranquiliser. The Captain shook his head, and held up the pole in triumph. He silently motioned to the other team members that he was going to hit Janet round the head with the pole, so that Ianto could run free. Tosh smiled at Jacks bravery, and urged him towards the weevil.
The man turned back round to his terrified lover. He was still gripping hold of the weevils blue boiler suit, but there were now trails of blood running down his bare back. Jack let out an inward growl of anger, and took a few steps forward – stopping every so often to minimise the chances of getting caught.
When Jack was standing behind Janet, he raised the bar above his head and aimed it directly at the monster. Just as he was about to bring the pipe crashing down upon the weevil, his hold around the metal loosened, and the pipe slid free from his grip – tumbling loudly to the floor.

Janet immediately snapped her head round to look at the intruder.
"Shit…" Jack cursed – knowing that he was completely defenceless.
The weevil grasped Ianto by his shoulders, lifted him, and threw him hard against the concrete wall, knocking him unconscious.