SalineDreamer's chapter, which follows the Doctor and Lilith's POV for the next three chapters, is up in So Much Dust. Go and read, and see what happens from there!
And once again, thanks to my one reviewer...the rest of you can have writer's block for eternity. She gets cyber-cake ;-)

Eleven: Never Going to Find Me

Clive looked up as George leaned over, grabbing the remote. "Of all the shows, why this one?"

"I like the blond," Clive pointed out, "she's lovely."

George rolled his eyes. "I never took you as a Joanna Lumley type guy."

"Edina's too needy."

The remote clicked, turning off the show as it came to the end. "Hey!"

"Ulamo wants us to help him move the alien," George said, "He said he's got something planned for getting the Hubs or whoever to come here."

Clive nodded. "Well, shouldn't keep him waiting then. He might get mad."

George shuddered, remembering the last moments they had seen of Vince before Ulamo took him out to dump his body for Torchwood Three to find. All of them knew that Ulamo would do worse if truly angry, but at the time he had made Vince a lesson to the others in not crossing the deranged alien in anything.

--

Marius didn't have the strength to protest as he was lowered down then taken out of his cell, his mind only partly awake and his body refusing to obey any commands due to sheer exhaustion.

He couldn't understand how Ianto got into his mind, and now his all-encompassing worry was that Ulamo would find a way back to him, then to the others. The fact that he had heard Lilith's voice during the short time he and Ianto had been nearly joined made Marius was confused about the whole thing, as it was. The last time he had seen Lilith, she was going down to turn herself in, and it hadn't taken long for word to get out of not only what her crimes were, but what her punishment had been. Right before he left, he had nearly hit someone who dared to claim she deserved it. What did they know?

But a Death Sentence was strict, especially the terms for hers. Ulamo's had been outside of their realm only because they didn't want to give him burial rights or anything else that would be required, but she had been handed over to Enforcement and...and...

He didn't want to think about it, couldn't think about it without feeling something inside of him twist. Rats in my stomach, gnawing at me all the time...that's what Ianto said it was like.

Marius felt his body lifted and placed on a cool metal bed, like that of a medical stretcher, before straps were applied to his already-chaffed wrists and another to his ankles, one of which hurt greatly. He blinked against the natural light that now touched his face and looked around at the high crates and windows, like that of a plant or warehouse. Nearby, a folding table stood with various chemicals, vials and tubes, a beaker bubbling with clear smoke rising from it.

Panic took him briefly. Of all the things that Sidra were unable to really stand, narcotics and alcohol were one of them. No matter what the body or race, or their level of tolerance (and for Humans it was varied), Sidra could only take in a little before their blood reacted like anyone else taking a medium to large amount of it.

Ulamo walked up, standing over him like a demon over it's prey. "Are you ready to tell me their names, boy?"

Marius kept silent, not trusting his voice and unable to stop himself from shaking. He had to get through this. He couldn't let them be hurt.

"You're resilience is only going to cause you more pain. Don't you care yet about that, or about that one who bravely went into your mind?"

He did, but... "No."

Ulamo gave a small smile. "Then I won't spare you anything while I go after him. After all, he came in searching for something...possibly where you were. Let's give him what he wants, shall we?"

--

Ianto blinked himself awake, trying to find the reason he had awoken in such a state. Jack had taken him into his office and told him to get some rest and not try to contact Marius again. Owen seemed fine with the idea and hadn't protested as much as usual while the others tried to figure out where Marius would be held.

But that hadn't woken him. He looked around the Hub in confusion. No one was there...but they would've woken him to tell him where they had gone. Now they did...he was part of the team now, part of them as more then just the gofer or—but what had woken him.

It dawned on him like a ton of bricks as he stood quickly. This wasn't the Hub, where Torchwood Three was, but...the Hub, where he and Marius were connected, where Marius had connected to the others.

"Shit," he whispered, realizing that he had come here by mistake.

"A mild word for it, I'm sure," the voice...Ulamo! Ianto whirled only to stagger back, coming face to face with the being that had caused so much torment to Marius and apparently many others. A smile lit the being's face. "Oh, did I startle you?"

"What are you doing here?" Ianto couldn't think of anything else to say, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted your name, dear boy. The other is being quite reluctant to give it to me, or the name of the other Hub of his..."

Ianto felt himself stiffen. "I won't tell you either."

Ulamo gave a disgusting laugh. "You're both so eager to defend them! It makes me so happy, knowing I will have so much fun breaking you both. I've never seen any two beings so connected and yet separate in their thoughts and actions." He took a step forward, forcing Ianto to step back. Two more and he'd be backed up against Jack's desk...not a position he wanted to be in now.

"If you told me, though, I'd be much kinder. I would ensure those you cared for were not harmed overly much, were given the necessities of any race's survival. I might even put a stop to what we're doing to to the boy. Can't you see it?"

--He was strapped to a table, unable to move, Ulamo above him, holding his head and reaching into him, it hurt, oh Elders it hurt but he couldn't give in--

Ianto found himself against the desk, gasping in pain. "Stop it. Get out of here!"

Ulamo laughed. "Are you so sure? Give me a name, and I will."

"NO!"

"You both seem to enjoy the pain. Perhaps more will--."

Ulamo staggered, as if hit by a sudden force as Ianto glared at him. "Get out!"

Ulamo stood shakily, his smile now seeming to cut his face in half and his eyes emotionless and dark like that of a shark. "Oh so you're playing now? Let me raise the bar."

--A needle, the clear fluid toxic to him, stuck him and he struggled against it as the plunger depressed. "This is enough to be fatal for him." A new voice said, causing him to look over at the man--

Ianto staggered, holding onto the table for support as Ulamo started to approach him again but stopped a few feet away. "He healed after you left. How is that possible, human? Tell me."

Ianto shook his head. "No. Leave him alone."

"So you keep telling me. I don't see what you'll do about it. He only has so long."

Ianto knew that. He could feel it, even with that small amount of a connection that they had together. But if he did what he wanted to do to help Marius...

"GET," he growled, "out of our heads!"

With that, Ianto felt himself give a sudden, violent push as

Marius heard the voice, the severe demand, and with what strength he had reached over to wrench the intruder out of

Ianto shuddered, feeling the cool hands leave Marius' head before he closed his eyes, trying to think of how it had been done. He hadn't realized what he had been doing last time, only trying to help, but now...now was a matter of life or death.

He reached out, touching the feeling of being Marius instead of Ianto, but instead he found himself latched to this space by--by?

Jack's desk.

"Plenty of things a stopwatch can be used for."

The smell of his jacket, carrying his scent as Ianto tried to wait but gave up hope all the same, wanting him to return as much as Gwen did...

jack...jack is my rock...

jack is our rock to sanity, to not falling into that void...jack, help us!

--

Jack raced up the stairs at the sound of Ianto's cry, skipping most of them in order to reach the younger man and hold him as he trashed on the couch, his body seeming to be trapped in sleep.

"Ianto! Ianto, wake up!"

"Jack," his voice seemed to be too far, as if he wasn't sure how to return. "Where..."

"Here, Ianto. I'm here in the office."

Ianto's body seemed to stop, his whole body shaking as slowly he opened his eyes, looking up at Jack. Owen, who stood nearby, let out a mild curse. "He's drugged now? How the bloody hell--."

"Ulamo found me," Ianto whispered, "he had another member from Torchwood One giving Marius a...a drug. I...I don't...the world's off, Jack."

Jack smoothed out Ianto's sweat-slicked hair as Owen muttered, "I need to talk to Avery and Lilith about this. Keep him here, and make sure he's fine."

"What is it?" Jack asked, glancing at Owen as he held Ianto.

"LSD. The bastards gave them LSD."

--

"The goggles will give him various images and colors, and continue to do so," Andrew told Ulamo as he put the last of the headgear onto the alien, "and the phones will conduct sounds of various levels as well. For anyone on a trip, it will be a little bad, but for him?" Andrew gave a small chuckle, "'Bad trip' is a mild way of putting it, isn't it?"

Ulamo nodded, looking over at the switch. "Ultimately, yes. He's been given enough to survive on?"

"The water's enough for a few more days, and the drug will last a few hours at most," Andrew told him, "After that you'll have to go for another memory, or something more. I dunno anyone else who can stand this long and not crack."

Ulamo looked down at the half-naked young man still strapped to the examination table. His eyes and ears covered by the machines, his face pale and sweating from exhaustion and the effort to fight the drug and all other influences around him, and his body ridden with bruises and other signs of abuse.

Before he was done the body would be even more hurt and beautiful, and the mind a broken thing. This ones and the other who had defied him. He wondered if he could keep them as pets, a set of twins forever broken and unable to support the other...

"Are you going to keep him out here?" Ulamo asked quietly, ghosting a finger slowly across the younger Sidra's abdomen and watching as he shook and tried to move away from the contact.

"It'll be easier to put him back in the oubliette," Andrew pointed out, "if that other one found out anything, that is."

Ulamo nodded. "He did. I ensured he did. Subtle hints are the best, so that when the drug is still in him he'll remember it and tell them. Of course, I doubt they'll wait for him to be fine before they come here, so we'd best hurry. Is the Nightmare Room ready?"

Andrew nodded happily, "Of course. I'll have to change the settings for humans as well..."

"No. Just leave it for the Sidra. I would like to see how helpless they feel when they realize they can't do anything to help them. I also wonder, what is that one's nightmare? The voice sounded familiar somehow..." Ulamo waved it off. "It doesn't matter. They'll arrive and do their part, and I shall arrive to do mine. Clive and George?"

Andrew picked up the two mugs and gave a small smile. "Taken care of in a few moments. I still need two people to move the alien."

Ulamo nodded. Of course, it helped him a good deal that Andrew thought like him. A pity he didn't realize his part in this plan, but neither did Clive or George. No point in changing a pawn into a Queen when it was better as a sacrifice anyway.

"Then get them ready, and the boy as well. I'll be waiting, and very disappointed if those Torchwood Three members don't appear."

--

Ianto once more traced the outline, frowning as he looked at it and the smooth lines. Owen had said that the drug would take a while to wear off, and in the meantime had been watching over him like a hawk, as if worried he would fall asleep again. Both Avery and Jack were nearby too, Jack currently looking at the second of the drawings Ianto had started to do in order to pass the time. The drawings seemed to be the only thing besides Jack that stayed still, that stayed real.

He heard the group talking but couldn't make out the sounds completely as he finished the drawing again and frowned, his mind trying to connect with it when it didn't want to. Why was it staying in place? Everything else seemed to float away, change, morph, breath when it shouldn't and yet this stayed the same.

"Ianto."

Ianto leaned into Jack's touch and put his head into the crook of Jack's neck, breathing in his scent.

"It's a map. We think it leads us to where Marius might be. We have to leave you at the Hub, though...do you want to stay here?"

If he stayed here, the only thing stable would be the desk, but...but that was enough.

Ianto nodded into Jack's neck, then muttered, "Hurry. I don't...I don't know how much more he can take before..."

Jack's hands rubbed up and down Ianto's body, comforting him as they always did. He would keep Ianto safe, he would be able to chase away all the bad things like he always did.

"We'll find him, and we'll get him away from Ulamo. I promise."

--

He couldn't close his eyes, or stop the images or sounds. He fought against it, fighting the constant noises and sounds that morphed into colors of images he half-remembered or that weren't his own memory. Cybermen invading countless areas, both the old ones and in Canary Wharf, the aftermath in so many views it spun and contradicted itself. Blood and gore mingled with strange landscapes that never were again, only in his own memory as brief as it was of how Saxon changed things and--

His body struggled, the restraints holding him in place in the nightmare as he tried to free himself, the sensations of pain hitting him hard but making him remember that he was trapped within a body, unable to escape the torment and wishing it would end.

Names.

But he couldn't end it. If he ended it they would be hurt and then it would me more images of death and destruction and he couldn't give out their names.

He heard a voice he vaguely recognized as his own, hoarse and begging for them to stop, begging to leave him alone, to let him sleep to give him some peace, anything, but always refusing to give out their names.

The names weren't there, though. He couldn't retrieve them easily, he didn't seem to know them either, they were elsewhere, in a corner of his mind that was shared and wasn't really his anyway. The lights and sounds continued, playing behind his eyelids and he was still unable to drown out the sounds of the voice in his ears, asking for the names.

He struggled, strained, tried to escape as he saw a person with blood and a small smile, causing him to relax only briefly. He blinked at the image, unsure of it's origin or even if it was real, and in a minute he didn't care. He tried to reach for her but couldn't, and she disappeared as all other images did.

"No! Lilith!"

"Who is Lilith?"

The voice meant nothing. "Lilith! Please, Lilith, come back! Help me! Please help me!"

The image or sense of safety didn't return as the nightmare increased instead.