Okay people, I'm sorry I haven't updated lately but I've been mad busy with pointless and quite frankly idiotic amounts of homework and coursework. I swear that my teachers are trying to kill me with knowledge!!

Anyway here's the next chapter for all you Torchwoodians' out there – nice word huh!!

I've decided to continue on with Ianto and then some of Jack, hopefully this chapter will be longer.

So enjoy...

Chapter 5

"If you are a glutton for punishment then punishment you shall receive." It gargled at him as its tentacle flitted out again causing him to howl unintelligibly. "Though you may regret wishing for it" It sounded almost smug as it assaulted Ianto's beautiful, welsh body again. It seemed to relish the cries of agony and pain that poured out of Ianto not unlike his own blood that was flowing freely again.

After what felt like hours of torture, but what had actually been only minutes, it finally halted it assault and left him, slumped and bleeding, almost unconscious and in too much pain for it to register. He couldn't think straight, well in fact he couldn't think at all, he tried to focus on why they wanted him, on his purpose but his mind refused to co-operate with his attempts.'How can you're own brain refuse to follow a basic, conscious command?' In truth he didn't know or he couldn't compose an answer when an overwhelming surge of pain exploded inside him.

The pain was by far the worst type of pain he'd ever experienced. It was beyond words, nothing could describe except a scream. A scream of pure, uncontrolled pain and agony. The reason it was the worst pain he'd ever felt was because his body couldn't associate it with an actual injury. The pain from his injuries he could handle because he understood, or at least his body did, that it came from those injuries. This though, this pain came from nothing, there were no more injuries for it to be accompanied with and so it was by far the worst form of pain he could ever feel.

Amidst his screams and howls of pain he somehow managed to come to his senses, or as close as anyone could when they suffered unbearable torture, and quench the screams that he so desperately wished to make vocal. He did what he always did. He placed a strong, firm barricade around it. One that would keep it contained long enough for it to dissipate or decrease in strength. But even though he could lock it up and hide it away he couldn't stop his body from creating a single tear that slid down his dirtied, bloodied-cheek, mixing with the dirt and blood before falling to the floor only to explode, just like that pain wanted to, at the same moment as its counterpart that came from the man he loved. The man he would die for, the man he would sacrifice everything for because to him he was worth it.

'Jack'

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"Jack, I think I've got something" Tosh's voice echoed in Jack's ear as he stood unmoving from where he was stood, staring at the thing that had pretended to be his Ianto. "Jack?"

"Right Tosh, I'll be up in a moment. Could you tell Owen to come and clean this mess up, Gwen too please?" Jack sounding tired and as exhausted as he really was, he stood up straight and resolved to finding Ianto. 'I'm not giving up on you Ianto'

A few minutes later Jack was standing behind Tosh watching her bring up relevant footage of Ianto's journeys home on different nights. It seemed ordinary up until a week and a half ago.

"Jack, on the Friday before last Ianto was once again walking home, after you manhandled his car into a lamp-post, when this happened..." Tosh pulled up the footage for Friday 24th April showing Ianto's journey home. She zoomed in on Ianto as he crossed the road outside of his apartment, the time signalling that it was 02:56am, when a shape flitted out across the empty street heading straight for Ianto. They both watched as it reached him before he realised what it was and smothered him with its body, stopping him from reaching for the weapon on his waist or from making a sound. Before they watch what happened to Ianto something blocked the view of the camera, temporarily obscuring their view of the street. Jack froze, shocked and terrified for Ianto, while Tosh fast-forwarded the feed until they could see the street again. They looked closely as Ianto lay on the ground alone, before he stood and looked about him then at himself. He smiled an evil, vindictive smile – it looked wrong on Ianto's face, Jack and Tosh both noted this fact – and entered his apartment. "Jack, I don't think I have to point out the obvious but that isn't Ianto, they made a copy of him and now our Ianto's somewhere and I don't know where." Tosh sounded close to tears, she cared for the Welshman a lot.

"It's okay Tosh, why don't you run a trace on Ianto's DNA with that device from a few months ago?" Jack smiled sadly his voice quiet and controlled, inside he felt like someone was ripping out his heart and every other organ as he continued to agonize over Ianto's kidnap and possible torture.

"Of course!" Tosh exclaimed looking at Jack with such a degree of hope that even Jack could feel the hope and excitement rolling off of her, normally Ianto was the one to feel this. "Jack! I can hook the tracer up the satellite and use it to find Ianto!" she smiled brightly looking back at her screen. Then her smile slid away and her brow furrowed. "Jack, where did Ianto put the tracer?"

TBC...

Right people, if you will be ever so polite as to tell me what you all think and I might be able to endow you all with another chapter before I get laden down with more work!

The next chapter might be long, it might be short, but I'm hoping that it'll at least be longer than this one... but with my teacher's and such I highly doubt it!

You'll all just have to wait for now people... sorry.