Jack ran out of the faux tourist office, hoping to whatever god there may or not may not exist that Ianto hadn't gotten far. For one thing, he really didn't want to explain to the Doc that he'd lost his immortal companion… though, the Doc always seemed to do that fine on his own.

Jack slapped his forehead, "Focus Harkness."

"Oh come on!"

Jack's head snapped up at the sound of Ianto's fairly pissed off voice, and groaned. Jeez this kid was hard work. Ianto had his arms cuffed behind him and, holding a gun up to his head, was a man he had hoped not to see again.

"So what name you going by now?" asked Jack.

"Captain John Hart. I hear your going by Jack Harkness these days," John grinned widely. "Like the tasty piece of eye candy I picked up on the way over?" He ran the gun tenderly down Ianto's cheek.

"Firstly, it's Captain to you," snapped Jack. "And secondly, you've done me I favour, I was just looking for him."

Ianto turned his head slightly to look at his capture. "Can't you just shoot me? God, I just got away from this prick!"

John, for one of the few times is his life, looked surprised. "Wait, you know each other?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately."

"Ianto is a friend of a friend," explained Jack, though why he was explaining anything to fricken… John, whatever, was beyond him. "I was meant to keep a eye on him. Til, he escaped."

John gave him an incredulous look. "You're babysitting? How the mighty have fallen."

"Can I go now?" asked Ianto irritated.

"No!" the two Time Agents bellowed.

John grinned, "Well this works nicely for me. Now, Jacky, how about a catch up drink? We can bring eye candy," he wagged his eyebrows. "You were never one to turn down a threesome, you can't have changed that much."

Ianto gagged and rolled his eyes. Quickly, while John was distracted he slid out of the maniac's grip, elbowed him in the stomach and began to run back across the Plas, as far away from Jack Harkness and his creepy friend as possible.

While his back turned and adrenaline pumping through his veins he didn't see or hear the gun go off, but he certainly felt it when the bullet slammed through the back of his skull.

Jack cringed as Ianto fell forward, blood spilling from his head.

Poor kid, he thought. His first (conscious) death, Jack hoped he could get rid of John before Ianto woke up.

"What do you want?" Jack asked coldly.

John grinned, "Thought you'd never ask," he tapped a few buttons on his (smaller) wrist strap and a hologram appeared, showing Jack a small metal canister. "I was travelling with the woman. Gorgeous, wicked tongue," he grinned. "But she was murdered, and-" he gasped in pain before he fel forward, sprawling onto the pavement. Owen was behind him, holding the but of his gun up from where he had hit John on the back of the head.

"God," moaned Owen, "Does he ever shut up?"

TWTWTWTW

Ianto gasped, pain crushing his chest and head, as he came back to life. "Shit!" he yelled, his hand flying to the back of his head, expecting to find a bloody bullet hole. Instead he found flat, if not slightly damp, hair and an intact skull. "What the… Oh yeah." He was immortal, he grimaced.

"Ah, the fair maiden doth awaken," a sarcastic tone came from the other side of the room. Ianto looked up and saw the man who had kidnapped and then shot him. Wow this day just kept getting better and better. John was sitting down, leaning against the wall facing Ianto, a soft smirk on his face. Ianto finally noticed that he was in a cell just like John's.

"HARKNESS!" he bellowed. Jack's head poked out around the door leading from the Hub to the cells. "What the hell do you think you are doing? Get me out of here!"

Jack smirked and leant against the doorframe. "No," he said calmly.

"What?"

"No," Jack repeated. "You proved that you'll just run off when you get the chance, so you. Will. Stay. Here." His voice was so commanding, Ianto couldn't help but break eye contact.

"What about me?" yelped John. (A/N; any one else feel the need to break into a Shannon Noel song? No? Just me? Ok sorry, continue.)
"So you're just going to keep me here?" Ianto said in disbelief, ignoring John's interruption. "For the rest of my long life? Keep me around like some sort of plaything for all eternity?" he sneered. "Come down every so often and kill me in new and exciting ways, Captain?"

Jack ignored the jibe and shrugged. "You have another option."

Ianto scoffed, "Yeah, and what would that be?"

"You could come work for me."

Ianto's smirk fell, then he face went red. He leapt to his feet and slammed his hand on the glass cell door. "Torchwood ruined my life. My girlfriend, who in two days could have been my fiancé!, was killed in Canary Warf. She died in my arms, half converted and screaming in agony all because of Torchwood's God complex!" he looked at Jack. He could have been wrong, but the Captain thought he saw a flicker of compassion behind the anger in the young man's eyes. "I was an archivist, Captain, and a productive one. I read thousands of reports detailing Torchwood's treatment of alien's, hostile or not, dating back to the eighteen hundreds. I read the report submitted by Alice Guppy and Emily Holroyd about you. Doused in freezing water, electrocuted, shot in the head and then threatened into working for them."

"Yeah," Jack said bitterly. "I was there, nod need to reiterate the past."

"Then you should understand why I won't work for you maniacs again!" Ianto shot back.

"Well you were damn fine with working for them before your girlfriend got killed!" Jack yelled, his patience snapping. "You hypocrite! You were fine to sit back and let is happen until it affected you!"

Ianto laughed, a long hollow sound that reverberated around the cells. "Oh Captain Harkness," he chuckled mockingly. "Didn't you hear about the break outs from Torchwood One? Aliens going missing from their cells?"

Jack nodded, of course he had, he been a bloody suspect for a while. Steel tight alibi, take that Yvonne. "That was you?" he asked, disbelieving. Ianto didn't look like a mastermind behind an alien liberation scheme.

Ianto smiled smugly. "Me and fourteen others were hired by Torchwood Four, with the purpose of infiltrating Torchwood One, break out aliens and get them to a safe house. Torchwood Four then either found a way to send them home or integrate them into human society."

"Torchwood four is missing!"

"Torchwood four was in hiding," the young man corrected. "You tried to work the system, Torchwood four went underground and worked against it." a sad smiled crossed Ianto's face. "When they heard the Doctor had been captured they all stormed in to save him but… they were all converted. I'm the only one left."

"Sorry," Jack muttered, feeling slightly guilty assuming he knew anything about the kid just because he was Torchwood One.

"Blah, blah, blah," whined John. "Boo hoo for eye candy, can I go now?"

"You're staying here too, until I can send you back to the Time Agency," snapped Jack.

A strange expression graced John's face. "You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" muttered Jack irritably, still staring at Ianto who had become very fascinated with his right shoe.

"The Time Agency's gone, shut down. There are only seven of us now?"

Jack was silent for a while. The mighty Time Agency had fallen? It seemed impossible. He shook his head to clear it. "It doesn't matter now. I'm sending you and your 'radiation cluster bombs,'" he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the last three words, "back to what ever shit hole you climbed out of."

"Radiation cluster bombs?" Ianto asked.

"Something he wanted us to find for him, complete bullshit of course, turned out to be some sort of holographic message split up and scattered."

"Hey, you were falling for it before Gap-tooth suggested a lie detector," yelled John miserably. "You used to take my word at face value." His tone was almost wistful and Ianto got the feeling John wasn't only here for the scam.

"Things change," Jack said icily. He turned back to Ianto. "So what's it to be Jones? Eternity in solitude or come work for me?"

John yawned, "If you let him out, he'll just run off again."

Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick metal ring, "That's why I've got this. Tracking decive, makes an nifty accessory."

"What?" Ianto yelled. "You want to track me?"

"It's either this or captivity. What's it to be?"

Ianto sighed, seemingly defeated. He nodded, "Fine," he grumbled. "Like I have a fucking choice."

Jack chuckled and unlocked the cell. As Ianto moved out into the corridor the ex-Time Agent grabbed his arm and snapped the band in place on Ianto's wrist.

"Welcome to Torchwood Three, Ianto Jones."

A/N: Yeah Yeah, I know, I suck. Sorry, I've got mid terms coming up and a lot of homework. I'll try to get the next chapter up by next week.