WARNING: This chapter ends with what I would consider a very high T considering the violence, I find it essential to the plot and hope it doesn't seem to unnecessary in the end.

Chapter 4

Developments

Ianto searched for his boss for a few minutes before ending up in the entrance hall with no idea where Jack was. He pulled out his cell phone, intending to call the immortal, but the glowing screen showed that he had no reception.

"Of course," He muttered. The one drawback to the beauty of this remote area- civilization didn't extended far enough out here to call for cell service.

He looked around, now searching for a phone. He couldn't find one.

Maybe the secretary would know. He tried to remember where the woman's office was, but ended up walking over to the Headmistresses office.

He knocked lightly.

"She isn't in," Came the light Scottish accent of the secretary.

Ianto nearly jumped, but turned and smiled politely to the young woman, "Actually, I was looking for you."

"Me?" The woman asked, shaking her head so her red hair wouldn't fall into her eyes, "Oh, you need some of the forms for the faculty and students? They're in the-my office."

"Thanks, but that's not why I was looking for you, but if you have the time," Ianto said, "Miss…?"

"Williams, Amy Williams, and it's Mrs." Amy corrected, "In here," She pointed to the door next to the Headmistress's office.

The office was untidy, papers were falling off the desk and files were poking out of the cabinet and lying on the floor. Ianto nearly cringed at how messy the woman's space was kept, but stopped himself just in time. No need to appear rude.

"Sorry, I was trying to find something earlier," Amy said, "So, what was it you needed?"

"I was just going to ask if you knew where a phone was," Ianto said.

"There's one here," Amy pointed to the one on her desk.

Ianto moved to pick it up before stopping, "You're new?"

"Yeah, I am," Amy said, "Me, my husband and our friend."

"What positions are they in?" Ianto asked, mentally beating himself over the head for not remembering, he was sure he had read it. The only reason he was hesitating now was the secretary was so familiar, and in his line of work, that might not be a good thing.

"My husband's the nurse- Rory, and our friend, Jonathon, he's-"

"The new history teacher?" Ianto asked, trying to think of a way to get out of using the phone, if she was friends with the man then she could be connected and Ianto didn't want to let her know he was onto her friend. Maybe he should just call Jack anyways.

"Yeah," Amy said, sitting down at her desk, "Going to use it?" She asked, motioning towards the phone.

"Oh, yeah…" Ianto moved towards the desk once more, intending to call Jack and ask to meet him somewhere like the gardens, where it'd be hard to overhear them without being seen.

Just as he was about to pick it up, the phone rang.

"Sorry," Amy said quickly, looking at the caller ID, "I've got to take this… prospective student's mother. Shouldn't take too long, just wait a bit."

Ianto nodded, "Settling right in."

Amy smiled and answered the phone.

"Hello? No, I'm sorry, this isn't the Headmistress, she's out, this is her secretary," Amy said politely, "I can take a message or help you with anything you need."

Ianto took in the mess of papers that covered her desk as Amy rifled through a box filled with yet more forms.

"Yes ma'am, just a moment please," She said politely, "Um, no, I don't believe it's online. Ah, here, yes…it is asking for your state of residence, legal reasons and all. I'm sorry, like I said before- the Headmistress is busy at the moment, I could take a message."

She paused for a moment and Ianto got the impression that the woman had hung up.

"Or not…" Amy muttered, then looked up at Ianto with a smile, "So, you were saying?"

"You're not really a secretary, are you?" Ianto noticed, nodding towards the state of the bookshelves and the forms that the Welshman was certain were supposed to be in alphabetical order.

"What some people call messy, I call organized," Amy responded quickly, looking him straight in the eye as though trying to prove something.

Ianto smiled, not believing her, "Right. So…" He pointed towards the phone.

Amy nodded, "Go ahead, I'll just be in Miss Trails office, I need to get something from in there. Be right back."

"Kay," Ianto dialed Jack's number, hoping that his boss's phone had better reception. It always seemed to be working when Ianto's wasn't, maybe something the Doctor had done. Jack had mentioned something like that in the past.

"Jack Harkness."

"It's me," Ianto said, knowing the immortal would know right away.

"Ianto! What do you need?" Jack asked, "Find something?"

"Can we meet somewhere…outside?" Ianto asked.

"Sure, gardens good for you?" Jack asked, he sounded concerned.

"Perfect, see you in ten," Ianto said before putting the phone down.

"You get them?" Amy walked back into the room.

"Yes, thank you," Ianto said politely, "I'll see you around."

"See you," Amy said, sitting down behind the desk, pushing her hair out of her face.

Ianto froze.

Eureka! He knew who she was.

"Williams isn't your maiden name right?" Ianto asked, pretending to be just a little curious.

"No, it isn't," Amy said, "Why?"

"I knew an Amelia when I was eight," Ianto said, "She was a Scottish red head like you, Amelia… Rice, I think," He purposely said the wrong name, hoping she would fill in the blank.

"Not me then," Amy said, smiling, "Pond's my last name, Amelia Pond."

"Oh, never mind then," Ianto said, walking out the door. Amelia Pond. That's what he had thought, but he still couldn't remember why Amelia Pond was ringing a bell.

He sighed and headed towards the exit, intent on meeting up with Jack.

Jack walked towards the gardens, wondering what Ianto wanted to see him about. Maybe he had found something?

He found a good spot- a small area surrounding a fountain with stone benches in a ring around it. There were no trees or large hedges in the area, Jack had guessed Ianto wanted to meet somewhere they wouldn't be overheard easily. If not… they could go somewhere else.

Not paying attention being too lost in his thoughts, Jack nearly ran into a young man.

The man was a few inches shorter than Jack with longish dark brown hair brushed over one eye. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a bowtie, Jack even thought he might have seen suspenders before the man came to a stop.

"Oh sorry," The young man jumped, to Jack's surprise, he had a English accent, he started fidgeting as soon as he saw Jack, "Didn't see you."

"It's fine," Jack said, "I wasn't watching where I was going either."

"Yes…" The man was staring at him strangely while avoiding eye contact, as though he felt guilty about something unknown to Jack.

"I'm Captain Harkness," He stuck out his hand, which the younger man reluctantly shook, "I'm here with my team investigating the death of the last Headmaster."

"Oh, yes, I heard about that," The man said, he seemed to be going through an internal battle, "Wasn't here for that… it's my second day."

"We'd still like to ask you some questions," Jack said, why not use the time he was waiting for Ianto to gain some more information.

"Oh, I've already talked with someone," The man said, "His name was Jones," At that moment he stopped fidgeting and seemed to have come to a decision, "Look, I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I'm meeting some friends for lunch, don't want to be late."

"I'm sorry to be keeping you," Jack said politely, thinking it best to keep on all the teacher's good sides, so they would be more willing to help out if need be. "Mr…?"

"Smith," The man said, turning around, having already started walking away, "Jonathon Smith."

With that he turned and walked away, towards the school.

Jack glanced around, looking for Ianto.

His phone rang loudly.

"Ianto?" He said, wondering where the man was, it had been ten minutes, and the Welshman was usually very prompt.

"Jack," Instead of the expected Welsh accent, a crisp British one came through the speakers, "It's Martha, I need to see you at the school."

"Ianto wanted to talk to me," Jack said, "I'm waiting for him."

"I'm sorry, but this is urgent," Martha said, "Get to the science wing as fast as you can." With that, she hung up.

"Yes Ma'am," Jack muttered before heading off. Stopping for a second, he turned and pulled out a piece of paper he had picked up off the floor when he had been inside the school earlier. He tore off a piece and pulled a pen out.

Ianto-

Gone to meet Martha. Sorry.

Meet me here in 1 hour.

-Jack

He stuck the slip of paper on top of one of the stone benches and found a small stone and stuck it on top of the note so it wouldn't blow away with the wind.

After he had left Ianto the note, Jack started walking to the school.

Martha was pacing back and forth, it was a nervous habit she had picked up after a month of working for UNIT.

"Martha," She looked up, Jack was walking towards her, "What is it?"

"I told you to get here as fast as possible," She accused, "That was five minutes ago."

"And I came quickly," Jack said, "It's a five minute walk."

Martha frowned, "In here," She turned to a door on their right, one of the science labs. "Ianto, he's here."

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought you were meeting me in the gardens." He said to Ianto who was standing at the far end of the room next to a young, dark haired woman.

"I was sir," Ianto said, "But on my way there I got a bit distracted," He pointed to his feet. A teenage boy was sprawled across the floor, his eyes wide in shock. Next to him was a pile of shards of broken glass. Looking over at the far wall, Jack saw about four windows leaning against the wall.

Sticking out of the boys chest was a jagged piece of broken glass, covered with the boys blood. His hands were red with his own blood. Looking closer, Jack saw that the large quantity of blood over the boy and the surrounding floor and glass shards, was from both his chest and deep, jagged cuts in his wrists and hands.

"What happened?" He asked, "This looks like suicide."

"That's what we thought, sir," Ianto said, "you need to see this." He stood and moved over to a computer on the teacher's desk, "The windows are for a project the oldest science class is doing, they're designing an extra classroom, they were going to design and build it. Learn to work with blueprints and materials," Ianto said, "But they share this classroom with the eleventh years, who are doing a project involving that," He pointed across the room at a huge tank that took up the whole length of the wall, it was filled to the brim with different types of flowers and plants, "They have a camera set up 24/7 to monitor this room."

He pulled up a video, marked twelve minutes earlier.

It showed a boy standing in the center of the classroom. Jack looked over at the student lying in the middle of the room, it was the same one.

"Mr. Carents? Miss Merry? I've got my science project!" He moved over to one of the windows that looked out onto a small garden Jack guessed was for one of the science classes, "I'll just leave it on the table," He said loudly.

"Malcolm?" A younger boy's voice floated out of the computer's speakers, a sharp, tinny quality tone to it.

"Kevin…" The older boy sighed, "I'll be right there. I told you, I'll go talk to those investigators soon, I was just gonna grab some lunch."

"Okay," The other boy, Kevin, responded feebly, "See you in a bit."

"Yeah, kay," Malcolm picked up his backpack, which he apparently had thrown on the floor when he was getting his science project out. When he straightened, he froze.

"What?" He sounded confused, after ten seconds, he backed up, hitting the teacher's desk, "Stop! Stop!" He shouted, holding up his arms to protect his face from something that wasn't there. "No! I won't! I told you I-" He looked up, he paled considerably, "Kevin? Kevin!" He tried to run forward but tripped, "Stop! Stop hurting him!" He shouted to thin air, "I'll do anything! I'll do-" He drew in a sharp breath and looked over at the windows leaning neatly in a row against the far wall, "What? Why? No! Stop! Stop hurting-" He choked on a sob then went over to the far wall, grabbed one of the windows.

Moving to the center of the room, he threw it down as hard as he could, the glass flying in all directions.

Malcolm knelt down and picked up the largest, most jagged shard. It cut into his hands, dripping blood onto the floor. He looked up, tears streaming down his face as he dragged the shard across his wrists, drawing even more blood. He moved the shard to his other hand, and sloppily cut into his other wrist, his hand shaking from the pain and shock.

"Will you stop? Please," He whispered shakily. The thing they couldn't see seemed to deny Malcolm this and the boy started shaking, "Will you? If I…"

The answer seemed to be a yes.

He took in a shaky breath and picked up the blood covered shard of glass, somehow keeping his hands steady. Moving to his knees, he drew in a deeper, calmer breath, closed his eyes, and drove the glass into his chest.

He fell to the floor with a thud, right into the position he was in currently, five feet from Jack's feet.

Jack paused the film, looking over the computer at the young woman who had now moved into the teacher's chair, staring in shock at the body.

"Ianto, get Owen and Tosh, get them over here as quick as possible, I'll call Gwen," Jack said. Ianto nodded and moved off to find the doctor and the computer technician. He looked over at Martha who looked into his eyes grimly, "Why didn't you tell me what happened?"

"I didn't want to waste the time," Martha said, "I needed you here, and besides, I know as much as you what happened here."

"You didn't tell me Ianto was here," Jack said, then frowned, "Who found the body?"

"She did," Martha nodded towards the woman, "Ianto found her, got me, said his phone wasn't working. Mine was so I called you. I was a bit in shock," She looked down at the boy, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

"Let's hope that's true," Jack said, "You don't want to."

She nodded, "I was about to call you, to tell you Ianto was here, but my phone lost signal. But it was fine a minute earlier in the exact same spot."

Jack frowned, "Tosh mentioned that this morning, just in passing. Something strange is going on here, stranger than we first thought," He looked at Malcolm once more, "It sounds as though he was coming to find us, to tell us something. Maybe," He looked at Martha, "It seems like whatever's causing this doesn't want us to know what's going on. I want to find out. Forcing someone to kill themselves without using physical force isn't an easy thing."

He frowned once more, "We need to figure this out. Soon."

Alright, so I realize and apologize for this chapter being so short(compared to the previous) but it didn't fit to add anything to it...

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