Chapter 10: Training

By the time Sherlock and John arrived at Torchwood the next morning, the pale boy was sore, limping, and had a splitting headache, but he was determined to push through. Ianto grinned as the boys came back to the Hub. "Morning." He greeted, setting out coffee for everybody.

John struggled not to watch Sherlock nonstop, but it was bloody difficult when every step made him wince. "Morning," John replied, grabbing his coffee and just barely remembering to blow on it before taking a sip. "God, Ianto, this is the best coffee ever! How the hell are you that good?"

"Can't tell everybody or I'd be out of a job," the Welshman chuckled, leading the two boys to the training area. John glanced at Sherlock. "How you holding up?"

"Just fine, John." Sherlock told him, sipping at his coffee quietly. "How are you?"

"Good. It was really nice to hold you last night," John replied.

"Yeah, thank you." Sherlock said. He had been glad John was there. That way when he woke from his nightmares, he wasn't alone. John saw the shadow cross his lover's face. He didn't know whether to say something, so he settle for squeezing Sherlock's shoulder and sipping his coffee. Sherlock nodded at him to let him know he was fine. "So what are we being trained for today?"

Ianto looked up and smirked, glad to see the boys were still getting on well. "I think we're working on some weapons training."

Jack strode in. "Morning you two. Thought we'd start in the shooting range this morning. Finish your coffee and be downstairs in five." He winked at Ianto before disappearing.

"Okay." Sherlock said, drinking his coffee silently. Ianto smirked, picking up his coffee and heading downstairs to say good morning.

John finished first, waiting for Sherlock before heading down. Sherlock finished the rest quickly, taking John's hand as he limped downstairs. He would never admit it, but he did so partly so he could lean on the boy for support.

Jack looked up as Ianto arrived. "Morning love"

"Morning," he greeted. He looked down at everything on the table. "Looks like fun."

"Should be," Jack replied, turning as the boys arrived. "Morning!"

Sherlock nodded at Jack, walking over to the table and inspecting the weapons. "Interesting."

"Figured we'd start with the basics- handgun, knives, and the mini-crossbow before Ianto takes you for some hand-to-hand training. Which looks god to you?"

Sherlock picked up a shiny pistol from the table, turning it over gingerly. "This one."

John followed suit, taking one of the other small handguns. Jack handed them each ear protection and goggles before leading them to the shooting range. He explained how the gun worked and gestured to the targets. "Let's see what you can do."

Sherlock secured the goggles and ear protection before stepping up and looking at the targets. He cocked it back, taking aim at the target and hoping he wasn't doing it completely wrong. Jack stepped in and adjusted his position very slightly before tapping his shoulder. "Go."

The boy took a deep breath, squeezing the trigger. A hole appeared just to the left of the heart of one of the targets. He looked up in surprise. "I did that?"

John stared. "Remind me not to cross you," he teased, grinning.

"Try again."

Sherlock nodded, preparing himself and taking aim again, pulling the trigger, another hole in the target. John watched as Sherlock emptied his clip, each shot closer to the heart until the last one pierced it dead center. When Sherlock took off the ear protection, John set his own gun down and hugged him. "You're amazing," he whispered. Sherlock smiled, hugging back. "Thanks, your turn," he murmured, nudging the blonde toward the firing line.

John picked up his gun, going to stand in front of his target. He took careful aim and fired, clipping the edge of the bulls eye; the boy emptied his clip quickly, several of the holes in the center of the target.

"You're even more amazing, it would seem."

"Handy with a gun," John grinned, picking up a knife and whirling around, throwing it into the head of another target. "Picked up a few tricks yesterday."

"A few?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ianto grinned. John would be an excellent fighter, which would come in handy.

"You try," he said. "Bet you can't do that"

"Bet you I can't," Sherlock agreed, picking up a knife and flicking it towards the target. It went right past it, and he laughed. John joined in, coming over to him. "Hold it here, like this," he said, positioning Sherlock's hand. "When you throw it, it's more of a flick; that makes it spin right."

He nodded, allowing John to position his hands and flicking it. It hit the dummy right below the heart. John clapped, jumping up and down. "That's it!"

Sherlock grinned. "Thanks," he said, kissing John on the lips softly. John kissed back, arms draped around Sherlock's shoulders, the other boy's hands on his hips for extra support.

Jack shot Ianto a grin that the Welshman returned; both were glad to see the teens were doing okay. "Okay, newlyweds, maybe we should get on the crossbow."

John flushed, kissing Sherlock once more before letting go. "Newlyweds?"

"Yep, newlyweds," Ianto confirmed, picking up the small crossbow. John took it, examining it closely before turning, aiming, and firing. He shot Sherlock a grin. "That one'll talk like a girl the rest of his life."

Sherlock laughed. "Very nice"

Ianto chuckled as well. "You're a crack shot, John."

"Thanks." John reloaded it and handed it to Sherlock. "Your turn."

The boy took aim carefully before shooting, grinning as it pierced the throat. "Perfect."

"You aren't half bad yourself," John grinned, turning to Jack and Ianto. "Hand to hand next?"

"Yep, it'll be fun," Ianto promised, looking to Sherlock. "I don't want you overexerting yourself, understand?"

Sherlock nodded as John took his hand. "Where to, oh great Zen master?" the blonde teased, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. Jack chuckled, pecking Ianto on the cheek

"This way," he said, leading them to a room with mats on the floor. It was fairly small, but just big enough to serve its purpose.

John just crossed the threshold when he went flying.

Sherlock ran over to him, wincing as pain shot through his lower half. "John!" he shouted. The boy picked himself up, growling at Ianto. "That-fucking-hurt!"

Ianto grinned. "Then you have to learn to stop it."

Sherlock gave him a funny look; he wouldn't have pinned the unassuming man as a fighter. John glared, shifting his stance. "Back up, Sherlock," he muttered. Sherlock did so, gingerly taking a seat on a stack of mats in the corner.

Ianto stood at the ready, grinning smugly. John circled with the coffee boy, watching carefully. "Suddenly lethal?"

Ianto chuckled. "You sound surprised."

John feinted, observing how Ianto didn't even flinch. "Maybe."

"That's good. Element of surprise is always good."

Feinting a few more times, John finally threw a punch...which Ianto caught. "Shit!"

"Nice try," Ianto smirked, knocking the hand away and throwing a punch to the boy's stomach. John doubled over, gasping for air as he dropped and grunting as he hit the floor. Ianto reached down to help him up. "Only a tap."

Without warning John socked Ianto in the solar plexus, driving the air from him and sweeping his feet out from under him. Ianto sputtered, standing slowly. "Very-good," he wheezed, giving the boy a thumbs up. Sherlock beamed at John proudly.

John backed up a few steps, safely out of reach of the coffee boy. Ianto regained his composure after a minute. "Very good. Let's see what else you've got."

John raised his fists. "Ready when you are."

Ianto nodded, diving forward to sweep John's legs out from under him. John jumped, kicking Ianto in the rear; he stumbled forward for a moment before turning to face the blonde again. "Smart."

John grinned, winking at Sherlock, dodging when Ianto tried to take advantage of his distraction.

"That's good. Why don't you try attacking now?"

"Because you'll kick my arse," John muttered before attacking, twisting Ianto's arm behind him.

"Maybe not."

John went to flip the Welshman but suddenly found himself on the floor, a hand on the back of his head. "How the-"

Ianto grinned, "You're right, I'll kick your arse," he chuckled.

"Fuck," John spat as he picked himself up, tackling Ianto to the mat. The older man gasped in surprise and grunted as he hit the floor. John pinned him, trapping him with arms and legs. "Surrender?"

Ianto nodded. "For now, kid."

John let him up, going back to sit next to Sherlock. "How'd I do, love?"

Sherlock grinned at him "You were great."

"Thanks," John kissed him quickly. "Your turn, I think."

Ianto shook his head. "Another time."

Sherlock sighed. "He doesn't want my stitches opening up."

Ahhhh. "Well, we are done for now, and I need to sit for a moment..." John gave Sherlock a hopeful look.

Ianto stood, brushing off his suit instinctively as Sherlock scooted over to give John room to sit down, wincing slightly. John pulled the pale boy against him gently, rubbing circles on his back. "You are so gorgeous," he whispered.

Sherlock shook his head. "No I'm not," he sighed, leaning his head on John's shoulder.

"What will it take for you to see that you are?"

"John, I don't want to talk about this right now," he sighed wearily. "Later."

"Oh." John said, dropping it. He kissed the top of Sherlock's head and glanced at Ianto. "What's next?"

"Follow me, class," he said with a grin, leading them to storage. "This is where we keep all of the alien stuff."

John looked around, keeping a firm grip on Sherlock's hand. "So, anything you collect from aliens gets kept here?"

"Pretty much. It gets catalogued based on its function and if it's harmful or not, and put away accordingly."

"How do you know what's harmful?"

"Well, if it tries to kill you, that tells you something. A lot of times, we only find out after it starts doing whatever it was designed to do."

"Brilliant," John muttered. "We're walking into a death trap operation. At least we've got a warning."

"Hey, Torchwood is a dangerous place, comes with the job."

"What else do we need to know?"

"That's...about it really, the rest comes from experience."

John sighed, rubbing circles on the back of Sherlock's hand. "Thanks, Ianto. I-we really appreciate it." Sherlock nodded, agreeing.

"No problem, somebody has to do it." Ianto told them

"What's the plan for the rest of the day? Wait for the rift?"

Ianto nodded. "I need to go up and keep an eye on the tourist shop," he told them, leading them back upstairs to the central room of the Hub and leaving for the front.

John stood there for a moment before turning to Sherlock. "What do you want to do?"

The boy shrugged, he went over and sat down on the couch, looking at the floor. John followed, sitting in silence for a while. "Can-can I help?"

Sherlock leaned against John. "I can feel him, John," he whispered. "I can feel him touching me."

John paled. "Where can you feel him? Where can you feel that creep?"

He squeezed his eyes shut. "My wrists. My hips." His voice lowered even further. "I can feel him inside me, John."

John took Sherlock's hands very gently, undoing the cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. He massaged the skin there before kissing it, peppering Sherlock's wrists with tender gestures of his love, tears silently rolling down the younger boy's pale face; he felt helpless, worthless as he watched John kiss his skin, trying to fix him. "John, what else am I supposed to be? I could tell you everything is fine but everything is not fine."

"Then let me in. Let me share your burden. Don't think you have to carry this on your own, Sherlock."

"Okay...what do you want me to tell you?"

"Tell me what happened. Tell me everything. Pretend you watched it happen if you have to. I need to know what I failed to save you from."

"It's not your fault, John." He said sternly. "But this is what happened." He took a deep breath. "I woke up...and I was tied to the chair. I asked for you but...his name was John. He wanted me to deduce things, and I wouldn't. He started...kissing me."

John felt all the blood drain from his face. "He-he had my name?...So, so when I kiss you-"

"No," Sherlock said firmly. "You are you and he's not taking that away from me...So he...he forced his...tongue..in my mouth. And I bit him. He hit me."

John winced, fingers brushing over the faint bruise on Sherlock's cheek. "Good for you fighting back," he whispered.

"Well, then he pinned me to the wall and...He..." the boy strained to get the words out.

"Deep breath, I know it's awful, Sherlock, I'm here."

He took a deep, shaky breath. "He fucked me," he finally said, choosing the quickest possible way to describe what had been done to him. John's eyes filled with tears."Oh god, Sherlock," he whispered, voice catching in his throat. "He never should have even gotten that far. I should've been there, should've protected you better, god I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there."

Sherlock shook his head. "Stop it, that's exactly what he said and he was wrong. You did everything you could!" he retorted, raising his voice; if John were having a hard time believing it, then it was even harder for Sherlock to be sure of himself.

"He said I wasn't coming? The bastard said I wasn't coming for you?" John was angry now. "Look me in the eye Sherlock. Look at me!" He waited for the boy's gorgeous blue eyes to meet his. "I will always, always come for you, even if I'm running late, even if you're trapped. I will always find you."

Sherlock looked at him, tears rolling in a steady stream down his face. "I know, I know you will," he whispered, a smile breaking through his grim expression.

"That's the smile I've been looking for," John whispered, kissing the bruise on Sherlock's cheek before caressing his lips. Sherlock grinned at him, kissing back eagerly. John was right; it felt so much better to tell somebody, to share the weight.

"You're back," John whispered.

"Getting there." Sherlock said, running a hand through the boy's hair. John smiled at the touch, kissing back and tangling his hands in Sherlock's dark curls. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than you could possibly know."

"Well take the rest of it slow, your pace."

"Thank you." He said, pressing his forehead against John's

John caught his breath, laughing softly. "Of course. Oh God, of course. How much can I show you of my love right now?"

"Just kiss me right now, John. I'm too sore for much else."

"I can live with that," John chuckled, pulling Sherlock close and kissing him deeply. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's shoulders, kissing him back.

They snogged for a while, John pouring every ounce of love into it. Eventually the dark-haired boy pulled away, resting their foreheads together. He didn't say anything, just sat there studying John. John stared back into Sherlock's eyes, panting, grinning. "What?"

"Nothing. Just looking."

"I'm really that interesting?"

"Absolutely. Not hard to look at either...you're beautiful."

John flushed pink. "God, you really think so? I could look at you forever, handsome."

"I do think so." Then "I love you," he whispered softly. John felt his heart swell. "I love you too, Sherlock," he whispered back, kissing the boy gently before hugging him. "I'm so glad to have you back, love."

"Glad to be back, John. So now we wait?" he asked, gesturing to the rift activity monitor.

John shrugged. "I-well, I suppose so. Unless you want to go practice with the weapons a bit more."

"Sounds like fun."

Taking his hand, John led the way back to the weapons room. "What do you want to work with first?"

"I want to try my hand at the knives again. How about you?"

"I think I'll watch for a bit. I'm good with them."

The taller boy nodded, picking up one of the knives and eyeing it for a moment before lining up with his target.

"Relax the wrist, and remember the flick."

He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles before quickly flicking the blade out of his hand and into the heart of the dummy. His face lit up and he turned around to hug John.

"You're a natural!"

"Not at all. You helped me."

"Two notes. I gave you two notes." John was beaming though, holding the boy as though he never wanted to let go. "All right. What do you want to see me do?"

"Hmmm..." Sherlock thought for a moment before pointing to a pistol on the table. John picked it up, checking the rounds before putting on the goggles. "Where do you want me to aim?" he asked.

"It's your target."

John put on the ear protection and faced the doorway, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He whirled around without warning and fired, two bullets to the head, the rest to the body, and one to the heart.

Sherlock smiled at him, "Lethal."

John turned to him dropping the gun and ear protection on the table, sliding the goggles up on his head. "Very," he purred, pulling Sherlock in for a kiss' he claimed the boy's mouth as his own, one hand tangled in the dark curls while the other rubbed circles on his lower back. Sherlock parted his lips, toying with a lock of blond hair on the back of John's head, a smirk playing at his mouth ever so slightly to hear John moan softly. His boyfriend explored his mouth with new interest, clearly working to rid it of any residual feelings of the creep. Their tongues met, dancing around for some time before John finally pulled back, reluctantly breaking the kiss to hug Sherlock tight, swaying slightly back and forth, just like they were dancing. "That's it. The next time we get a break from here, I'm taking you to a club and I'm going to dance with you and make us the envy of every single person there," John murmured into Sherlock's ear, continuing to sway as he gently kissed is neck.

"It's a date," the pale boy replied, resting his chin on John's shoulder and allowing him to kiss his neck, small noises of pleasure humming out of his throat. Each noise Sherlock made gave John a thrill of joy.

"Wanna try that on me?" he whispered, breath ghosting against the boy's flushed skin.

Sherlock nodded. He lifted his chin and tilted it down so he could brush his lips softly against John's neck. The blonde whimpered softly, tilting his head away ever so slightly, giving Sherlock more to work with. Sherlock sucked gently on the skin, running his tongue across it, experimenting.

"G-god, that's good," John murmured, breathing catching every so often. "Try kissing harder or sucking or using your teeth."

Sherlock did, biting down on the skin gently, and sucking on it. "Like that?"

John shivered. "Oh God, yes." he groaned, eyes fluttering shut as Sherlock worked his neck. Sherlock grinned and set back to it, working the skin just under John's chin with his teeth. John felt his jeans tighten, Sherlock's every move setting him on edge, but he didn't want the boy to know, but they were so close together. "You-you're-a-amazing" he gasped.

"I know," Sherlock murmured, smirking into John's throat.

John growled softly. "You drive me crazy, Sherlock, positively insane with love and desire, darling."

"You know, you aren't so easy to resist either," he purred.

"You keep going like this and I'll kiss your trousers right off your skinny frame."

"Now that would be something to see. But I don't think I'm ready for that just yet, love."

"Then we'd better stop, love. I don't trust my self control completely yet."

"Okay," Sherlock agreed, pulling away. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Are...are we still on for dancing?"

"Ohhh, you bet."

"Good, can't wait."

Kissing Sherlock on the forehead, John released him. "Upstairs," he said, taking the boy's hand. "Let's find Ianto in the shop and bug him."

"Sounds like fun."

oOoOo

Ianto was sitting behind the desk with a cup of coffee, as always, bored. John punched him playfully in the shoulder before strolling around the shop. "God, it's dull up here," he said, grinning at Sherlock. "Jack never come visit you at work?"

Ianto looked up. "Sometimes, but like you said, it's dull."

John leaned against the counter, glancing up at the older man. "Teases you and leaves you, I bet," noticing the wire in Ianto's ear. "Oh, or perhaps he just whispers in your ear like a little bee?"

Ianto smirked. "Is the pot calling the kettle black, Watson?"

"No idea what you mean." John idly twirled a souvenir pencil between his fingers.

"Little get togethers at work. The dancing was cute by the way."

John felt his face flush, realizing that Ianto was truly the eyes of Torchwood. His clever retort died on his lips, and he glanced at Sherlock, asking for help with his eyes. Sherlock chuckled. "Very nice."

Ianto looked up at them. "Nobody knows more about this place than I do."

Sherlock nudged John. "Oh come on."

"Oh come on, what? I'm outnumbered by geniuses."

"You have to admit that was clever." Sherlock said.

Ianto grinned. "See? I'm clever."

John glared at them, giving a long, suffering sigh. "You two are perfect for each other."

"I beg to differ." Sherlock said, wrapping his arms around John's waist. John leaned against his boyfriend, resting his head on his shoulder and letting Sherlock cradle him. He shot Ianto a smirk. "At least I'm with mine all the time."

Ianto frowned "I have work to do, and so does he. Can't be clingy."

"We're at work. I wouldn't call this clingy."

Ianto grinned. "Why don't we all just stop taking shots now?"

John sighed. "Fine. Any recommendations to stave off boredom? Snogging works until I can't keep my mind out of the gutter, and we've both trained today."

Ianto thought about it. "We could play ball down in the Hub."

"Like basketball?" John raised an eyebrow. "Won't we break something?"

"We play a lot, just need to be careful."

John laughed, twisting slightly in Sherlock's grasp like he used to when they were children. "Fine. I'm in."

"Great, let's go." Ianto led them down to the Hub, calling for Jack and Gwen to see if they wanted to play. Both came running, Gwen clearly trying to rub dried drool out of the corner of her mouth.

Jack swept Ianto in an embrace and a kiss. "Playing with balls, are we?" he whispered.

"Down boy."

"That an order?" Jack grinned before pulling back. "2 on 2? I know we're not even, but Sherlock, I really don't want you hurting yourself." He knew the danger of bringing it up, but if the footage Ianto sent him was any indication, maybe the boy would be fine given some time.

Sherlock sighed and nodded, sitting down to watch. Ianto gave the boy a sympathetic look before turning back to play. John walked over, kissing him quickly. "You can do whatever you want to me later, love. Hell, pin me down and snog me mercilessly, I don't care. I love you and I'm rooting for you." John grinned, heading back over as Jack split the teams: him and Gwen versus John and Ianto.

The newest Torchwood doctor was surprised to discover that he wasn't half bad at the game, although he did try to stay out of Jack's way and just cover Gwen as the ex-Time Agent could dribble circles around everyone except Ianto. Sherlock cheered them on as they played, smiling at John whenever he looked over to show he was okay.

Ianto was pretty good, stealing the ball and tossing it to John who caught it and shot. "YES!" he cheered, hi-fiving Ianto as the ball went through the hoop.

"Nice shot, Watson!"

John shot Sherlock a grin. "How was that?" he called, turning back to the game just as Jack stole the ball.

"Good job!" Sherlock yelled back, watching them play. Ianto was in front of Jack, ready to knock the ball out of the air when he shot it. John dashed forward, dodging Gwen and catching the ball, throwing it to Ianto who took it, shooting it into the basket and cheering. He shot Jack a teasing grin.

Grabbing the ball, the immortal growled softly. "All right then." He passed to Gwen who threw it back as he dribbled circles around John, keeping the by between him and the Welshman; Ianto tried to keep between Jack and the hoop. Dashing around John, Jack passed to Gwen and yanked Ianto into a hard, rough kiss as Gwen scored. Ianto look surprised, kissing back; only when they had pulled apart did he protest. "That's cheating!" he said indignantly, but he couldn't keep a straight face.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but we're tied now. Next point wins." He nipped Ianto's earlobe before tossing the ball to John. "Ready kid?"

John nodded, passing to Ianto. Ianto smirked at Jack, dribbling around him and shooting for the basket. John saw Jack move and acted, leaping and tackling the immortal, letting the ball pass through. "YES!" he cheered jumping up and running to hug Ianto. Ianto hugged him and then moved to help Jack up, offering a hand. "Good game."

"I'm sitting out next round," Gwen announced. "I want to see Jack and Sherlock against Ianto and John." She winked at the blonde before retrieving the ball.

Jack pouted for all of three seconds before smirking. "Trained the boy well."

"I certainly did," he said, pulling Jack to his feet. "Who's hungry? I can order some lunch?"

"Or we could finish last night's feast...or did we eat it all?" John asked, striding over to Sherlock.

"Okay, leftovers it is." Ianto agreed, going to fetch the food from last night.

Sherlock looked up at John. "You did very well."

John wrapped his arms lazily around the boy. "You think so?"

"Absolutely." He returned the hug, smiling slightly.

"Can't wait to play against you," John murmured in Sherlock's ear, grinning. "Soon, I hope. Get you all healed and better."

"I look forward to it."

"Come on," John said, helping Sherlock up. "Let's get some lunch, see if we can't get a bite or two of food in you."

Sherlock followed, his gait still stiff and awkward, but slowly getting better. John kept his arm around the boy's waist as they all convened in the conference room. Sherlock took his seat as Ianto brought in the reheated leftovers and set them on the table, sitting down next to Jack and giving him a quick smile. John speared one of the dumplings on his fork, holding it out to his lover. "Shall I feed you today?" he grinned, teasing. Sherlock rolled his eyes with a grin and took a small bite of the food, swallowing it. John finished it, eating slowly, taunting Sherlock to come and get the rest.

Sherlock chuckled. "Not hungry thanks."

John rolled his eyes. "You are insufferable," he said, accidentally spraying food on the table. "Shit."

Sherlock laughed, handing John a napkin. "Sorry."

John took it and wiped up his spill. "Don't worry about it. I always hope you'll eat more."

"Not gonna happen. Eating is tedious."

"Tedious but necessary. Gotta take care of your transport, but you did eat a lot last night. Fine. I won't push."

"Thank you." He sat and watched the others eat, and Jack soon found himself watching the boy, studying him. He was glad to see Sherlock looking so alert. "What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours? Mind sharing with the table? Anything we should know?"

"Do we have to do this again?" he asked, looking up at John.

The blonde shot Jack a look. "Stay out of it. He'll tell you when he's ready."

Jack was taken aback by John's harsh response but nodded. "He always was a dick. Captain Hart. Dunno what I ever saw in him."

"Wait, you dated him?" Sherlock asked, leaning across the table.

Jack sighed. "Yes, unfortunately. Even got trapped in a time loop with him at one point for something like ten years. It was like being married to the man. he's been to rehab for everything from drugs to sex to murder."

"Interesting choice," Sherlock said sarcastically; he would have taken a full shot at Jack's taste in partners, but he knew Ianto was a decent person.

"No, go ahead, you are more than welcome to take a shot at Hart," Jack replied, lacing fingers with Ianto under the table.

"Oh I just find it interesting that you were in a relationship with a rapist."

John's head snapped around to look at Sherlock, surprised at the venom in his voice, but he stayed silent, glancing at Gwen to see her fists clenched on the table. Jack clenched his jaw slightly. "Yes, well, some would say that's how we met. I'm something of a glutton for punishment."

"You're kidding right?" The pale boy was trembling slightly.

"If only I were. I was very stupid back then and he was smooth talking and got me quite spectacularly drunk. But I was seeing someone and didn't want anything to happen, think he slipped me something because everything got really hazy after that."

"And you stayed like that? You enjoyed it?" he asked incredulously, his voice slowly raising in volume as he spoke.

"Told you-glutton for punishment. I broke up my relationship with the other person a few weeks later and stayed with Hart. Didn't help that we were assigned each other at the Time Agency as well..that's part of how we got trapped together; he was being an arse."

Sherlock couldn't listen to anymore. He stood and walked out of the conference room without a word. John groaned loudly. "You fucking arse, Jack," he spat before hurrying after the boy.

Gwen sighed. "Well, that went well."

Ianto squeezed Jack's hand. He knew this wasn't Jack's fault, he had just been telling the truth, but he also understood why Sherlock was upset.