Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who, if I did Jack and Ianto would have gotten the happy ending they deserved and Owen and Tosh would still be alive.

Chapter 12

Luck was on Gwen's side; Adam made a move against Jack's organisation that Jack was forced to deal with personally. Hate shone in her eyes as she stumbled across Ianto and Tosh sitting together in the living room. They were enjoying a cup of Ianto's delicious coffee and telling each other about how happy they were with their new lovers. They were sure that they were in the safest place in New London, so their guards were naturally down.

Gwen cheerfully aimed the sonic blaster at them.

Ianto's eyes widened with horror when he noticed the maniacal look in Gwen's eyes and the steady-as-a-rock blaster in her hands. Leaping up, he quickly shoved Tosh behind him, shielding her with his body. "Gwen, whatever is going on, we can talk about it! Please put the blaster down!" Ianto pleaded with her, desperate to diffuse the situation. "Please!"

"Shut up!" Gwen screamed and although her voice rose in volume, the blaster never wavered. "I loved Jack first, you stupid interfering little boy! He was mine! He belonged to me! And then this pretty little piece of Welsh arse comes waltzing into the picture and I get tossed aside for him. You took my place in his heart and what should have been my place in his bed!" Gwen continued to scream and rant at Ianto but she never took the blaster off him.

"Jack should have never turned me down!" Gwen let out a cackling laugh. 'Oh yes, I am going to make sure Jack pays dearly for choosing this nobody over me!' She was so lost in her thoughts of revenge that she never noticed when the only other person left in the house moved up behind her until the blade razor-sharp had already started to slit her throat.

Clutching desperately at her throat, Gwen could feel the blood pooling between her fingers and a hard kick from behind sent her sprawling onto the floor. Twisting around, Gwen stared up in disbelief at the man looming over her.

A slow, wicked grin spread across Grey's face. "Oh God, that felt good! Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that? You never shut up! It's always about you and your never-going-to-happen future with Jack! Either that, or the revenge against Ianto you so crave so much. My brother may be a bastard, but at least he proved he had taste when he chose Ianto over you."

Gwen gurgled something no one could understand; even as her life's blood was pouring out onto the living room floor, Gwen Cooper was still trying to talk. Apparently, it was the final straw for Grey; Ianto and Tosh watched in silent horror as Grey brutally stabbed Gwen over and over again, hysterical laughter escaping his lips.

Grey sneered down at Gwen with an ugly look on his face. "Did you really think you could take Estelle's place? You're not worthy enough to breathe the same air as her. She was angel while you're nothing but a disgusting two-bite whore!" Grey aimed a brutal kick at Gwen's bloodied body and Tosh squeaked in alarm as blood sprayed into the air.

"I only helped you get close to Jack to avenge Estelle, but when you threatened harm to Ianto, well, that was just too much. You had to go; you had served your usefulness."

It became clear to Ianto in that moment that Grey had been in love with Estelle. It was just as obvious that he'd both resented and hated Gwen for thinking she could replace Estelle in his bed or in and his or Jack's heart. Grey's crazy gaze moved off of the dying Gwen and onto Ianto and Tosh. Ianto immediately pushed Tosh farther behind him; Grey still had the knife in his hands.

Grey moved to stand in front of Ianto and Ianto his automatic flinch as Grey stroked his cheek, deliberately transferring Gwen's blood onto him. Grey's eyes shone with the pure madness of the truly insane as he brushed a kiss against the corner of Ianto's mouth. "Don't worry, my love; I'll keep you safe from my brother. I will never let any harm come to you, I swear." He sealed his promise with another kiss even as he stunned Ianto with the UNIT-issued taser he had hidden in the small of his back.

Tosh let out a whimper and she tried to support him, but Ianto was too heavy for her to hold. She was forced to let his body fall to the floor; luckily she was able to keep his head from striking the floor. Grey's crazy gaze landed on her. "I don't want to harm you Tosh; you're such a sweet girl. I want to thank you for being such a good friend to Ianto, and for making Martha so happy."

"Your welcome," Tosh whispered as she knelt down beside Ianto and lifted his head into her lap.

Grey nodded. "But you're fierce loyalty to my beautiful Ianto means that you're going to try and stop me." Grey whispered with true regret. "And I can't let you do that." He stepped closer and stunned her before Tosh could move. Grey watched as Tosh fell forward onto Ianto's still boy. Grey smiled when he saw where she landed; even unconscious, Toshiko Sato was still protecting Ianto.

Jack was furious as he returned home. The supposed break-in and raid on one of his main warehouses it had been nothing but a big waste of time. He was positive that Adam Smith had been behind the ruse, and his brain was already making plans to gather the evidence he'd need to 'return the favour', so to speak. Normally, Jack would have let Martha and John plan the team's revenge, but Adam's little shenanigans ha cost Jack precious time away from his little mouse. Adam Smith deserved every horrible thing that was going to happen to him.

No matter how angry and distracted Jack was, the moment he stepped through his front door he knew something was wrong, very, very wrong. Ever since Ianto had arrived, Jack's house had turned into a home; his little mouse had brought a special something to the mansion that absolutely warmed Jack's heart. The house was cold, lifeless and empty feeling, and Jack knew instantly something bad had happened.

"Ianto?" Jack called out hopefully. "I'm home!" He waited for a moment, but there was no answering call. "Hello, anybody?" Fear gripped Jack's belly with ice-cold hands and he found himself running down the hall, looking frantically into each room he passed. "Ianto? Where are you?" Jack cried as he raced around trying to find his lover.

With a cry of abject horror, Jack skidded to a stop just inside the door to the living room. It was the largest room on the ground floor, normally filled with sunshine, music, laughter and conversation. Today the only thing Jack saw was an unconscious Tosh, laying on the sofa and Gwen's blood-covered body. "Oh my God!" Jack heart nearly stopped. "Martha!" he bellowed. "Get in here!"

Martha had gone upstairs to find Tosh when she and Jack had gotten back to the mansion, but when she heard Jack yelling her name, she quickly made her way back downstairs. "Tosh!" she hurried over to Tosh's side and let out a sigh of relief as she felt a strong and steady pulse under her fingertips. She heard John run into the room a few moments later.

"Shit! What the hell happened?" he shouted. "Jack, you okay?" John didn't wait for Jack to answer; he turned his attention to Gwen. Even though he was positive she was dead, he'd learned long ago that looks could be deceiving. He went to kneel down next to the body until he realised that the carpet was soaked with her blood; with a grimace of disgust he settled for squatting on his heels. A quick check of her pulse verified his suspicions; with a shake of his head John let Jack and Martha know that Gwen Cooper was dead. He didn't think either of them was sorry to see her go.

As soon as he heard John's verdict, Jack was off and running again, this time upstairs to search the first floor rooms. They could hear him going from room to room, desperately calling out Ianto's name.

Martha lifted Tosh's head up and sat down, laying her lover's head in her lap. She gently stroked the woman's hair from her face and traced the shape of her mouth with her fingertips. Martha was a practical woman; she'd had to grow up fast and become self-sufficient at a very early age. She was well known in Jack's world as a pragmatic, logical, intelligent and extremely loyal co-worker.

She'd had her share of lovers, but until she met Toshiko Sato, Martha Jones had never actually been in love. Tosh touched her heart in ways no one ever had before and her very presence made Martha believe in soul mates. As she looked down at the pale, still face of the woman she loved above all else, Martha felt a lurch of panic. What if she didn't wake up?

Jack's thunderous footsteps drew John's eyes to the doorway; but Martha, after a quick glance up, kept her focus on her girlfriend. Clutching the doorframe, Jack's chest was heaving and sweat poured down his white skin. He did not look happy; in fact, he looked scared and deadly. "Ianto's gone," he told them, "and so is Grey. Someone has taken them!"

John's heart went out to his boss. "Well, until Tosh wakes up, we won't know exactly what happened here. Gwen's dead but I don't think Ianto and Grey are, otherwise, they'd be here with her. And, judging by the frenzied attack on her, I'd say that this was a very personal attack. Whoever killed her really hated her and made sure to make their dislike of her known." John informed Jack grimly.

Worried sick and filled with rage, Jack paced the room, end to end, over and over, his mind racing with possibilities. Someone had taken his Ianto from him, and if they hurt his little mouse in any way, there wouldn't be any place in the known Universe where they would be able to hide from the deadly wrath of Jack Harkness.

Finally feeling calm enough to talk coherently, Jack turned to John and his reassembled team. When he spoke his voice was ice-cold and controlled snarl. "I have a feeling Adam Smith played a major roll in this and there's no way in hell he's going to get away with it. John, take Mickey and Jake with you and bring back one of Adam's rats. Then, see if you can turn him into a canary."

John nodded happily. "Mickey, you two go check out the weapons and I'll meet you at the car." He waited until the two men had left the room before turning back to Jack. "What are you going to do, Jack?"

"I'm going to go pay a visit to an old friend and get us some help." Jack stalked past John and left the mansion without saying another word. John watched his boss disappear and shivered as an icy touch went down his spine. It was not a good day to be on Jack's bad side.

Jack Harkness was out for blood. If you weren't on his side when the proverbial shit hit the fan, then you'd better get the hell out of his way.

TBC…