Well, once again I'm writing another Chapter so I hope you enjoy it. Just so you know, I'm currently writing this after not having eaten or slept for about two-days – no, I'm not trying to see if I can come back to life after dying from malnutrition and sleep-deprivation!!

Do tell me what you think of this next Chapter. Oh, I've written some other fics – mainly Janto – so READ THEM!!!

Chapter 4

"Jack...Jack?" Owen called from the autopsy bay. "I think I know what that thing is."

Jack appeared at the entry looking exhausted, he'd been interrogating the imposter for the past two-hours and still hadn't gotten anything other than 'You will all suffer' "Right Owen, what is it and how do we make it cry?" He said a little more maliciously than he'd intended to sound.

"Well, I now know that it's something called Falkeen. Apparently Torchwood's dealt with these things before, about 200 hundred years ago. You weren't here then were you?" Owen wondered looking at Jack as he finished his recital of information from the screen in front of him.

"No I wasn't. Does it mention any weaknesses?" Jack muttered trying to read the text on the screen.

"Yeah, it says that this thing, Falkeen, freaked-out and died after a bat started screeching. It mustn't like bats." Owen replied to Jacks question before turning to the samples he'd collected. "If that's all, I'd like to analyse these again, in peace."

"Yeah, thanks Owen." Jack left Owen to his samples and navigated his way over to Tosh. "Tosh, could you get me some recordings of a bat screeching?" He asked her standing beside her as she pulled up files and images from somewhere.

"Sure, just give me one second...ah-ha! There you go, some bat sounds for you." She smiled at him warmly, he could see her evident worry over Ianto but he knew she wouldn't talk about it. Neither would he for that matter. "What's it for?"

"Our uninvited guest, apparently he has a fear of bats." Jack replied looking at the video of that thing in its cell. "Do you think you could put on a recorder or something so I can play it down there?"

"Sure." Tosh clicked and typed away until she smiled again, this time in triumph. "Done." She handed him a voice recorder, then continued to click and type searching for any images of Ianto.

"Thanks Tosh." He left the main Hub and proceeded down to the cells. He passed Janet who didn't growl at him, she obviously realised that he was liable to simply shoot her if she annoyed him.

He stopped outside the Falkeen's cell, it didn't look overly pleased at seeing him again, he gave it a sadistic grin and pressed play on the recorder.

SSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHH

The Falkeen screamed in agony clutching its head, it was still in Ianto's form but that didn't seem to be able to last when the screeching was echoing around the cell. It's skin started to ripple and change colour before changing to a dark, putrid grey, it's arms becoming tentacles, it's body – oh Ianto's beautiful body – becoming a grey blob that connected the arms to the rest of it. It legs had meshed and became part of its chest, and its head was know just a dollop of blob on the larger blob of grey stuff.

Jack stopped the awful screeching and watched as the Falkeen lifted its head and glared at Jack with all the disdain and hatred it could muster as it was still recovering from the pain of it's transformation. Jack just smiled at it evilly before proceeding to speak.

"Tell me what you did to Ianto and I promise I'll kill you quickly." His voice contained so much hatred and purified anger that Jack was surprised when the Falkeen laughed at him. It actually laughed at him!

"You may do what you wish Jack! He will only resent you for it later. Of course that is presuming you ever got to see him again." It continued to laugh when Jack, once again, played the screeching causing to scream and shriek in agony. It managed to say five words "He suffers everything I suffer!"

With one final howl of pain it collapsed and died there and then.

Jack stopped the screeching and looked at the dead Falkeen. Did he really cause Ianto pain by hurting it? He couldn't have done that could he? It must have been lying, right?

"Oh God Ianto... I'm sorry if I've hurt you..." He whispered, placing his head against the glass wall. One, lone tear slid down his cheek lingering on his chin before dropping and exploding against the floor. Somewhere not to far from there, another lone tear slid down a dirtied, bloodied-cheek, mixing with the dirt and blood before falling to the floor only to explode at the same moment as its counterpart.

Two lovers shedding tears, each for the one they loved more than words could ever describe.

Okay! I know that this Chapter isn't as long as I want it to be but if I deal with it so do you!

I have quite a lot of school work you know, instead of doing that I'm writing this and posting it so all you can read it and have a little cry or whatever.

I prefer this to school work, I don't want to bother with an essay comparing the techniques used in advertising (of course the main technique I have to look at is how sex sells – why am I complaining again??)

Anyway, I do hoped you've enjoyed reading this and I hope you continue to read on – when I've finished the next Chapter.

If you're lucky I might get to Chapter 6 before I have to focus on school work, sorry for saying that.

Next Chapter... Ianto again, or Jack & the team?? Hmm, can't decide... You'll find out soon though!

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