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CHAPTER 2

"Mornin' handsome," said Jack, kissing Ianto gently on the forehead. "Am I glad to see those beautiful blue eyes! You gave us quite a scare!"

He pulled up the little wooden chair from beside the window and sat down, his hand reaching out to hold Ianto's. Gwen, not wanting to interrupt, perched herself at the foot of the bed.

"Got you a present," Jack smiled, holding out the bag of grapes "Red and seedless, your…"

"Jack," Ianto's voice quavered on the edge of hysteria, "what happened?"

He was scared, Jack could tell. He knew all too well what it was like to have chunks of memory erased. Even after all these years, he was still waiting to find the answers that he so desperately craved.

"You don't remember anything?" asked Gwen.

Ianto shook his head, and regretted it soon after. The drugs had lessened the pain, but he was still aware of the dull throbbing behind his eyes.

"The last thing I remember was… was…" he struggled to think, pausing for a while. "We went out for breakfast…a little place in the Quay… really awful coffee… Weevil watching, I think."

Gwen shot a glance at Jack.

"Ianto, love," she said gently, "That was six weeks ago. A lot has happened since then."

"Christ! What level Retcon …"

"It wasn't Retcon," intercepted Jack. "You were attacked in the Hub by an Agniton Scout."

Ianto's face fell blank. "A…a what? Wouldn't I remember something like that? Shouldn't it at least ring a bell?!" His eyes flicked frantically between Jack and Gwen. As Gwen shuffled nearer towards him and gently gripped his hand, Ianto noticed a significant graze above her left eye; the raw pink skin around the edges showing that it was well on its way to healing. His eyes fell to the off-white shoulder dressing, just visible at the neckline of her t-shirt, and then to the navy blue cast on her arm.

"Did it get you too?"

"Yes," she replied hesitantly, "but, not quite in the same way."

Jack sighed. "I think it would be best to start at the beginning…"

"Please do," mumbled Ianto, once again, trying to prop himself up. "It would be a very good place to start…"