A/N: I'm addicted to writing this fic!!!! :D I update it more than most of my fics!! Oh, well. It's fun. Feeling better now! Whether that's Jack (my boyfriend) looking after me, your reviews, endless watching of Torchwood or Antibiotics, I'll never know. I'd like to think it was your reviews and Torchwood. Dedication to Gwento-Addict, I've added a little bit in there for you of something Ianto is interested in =) just for you!

Say hello to disturbed and fucked up Ianto!!! Excuse my language then! =)

Gwen sipped her coffee and looked up from her mug to see a man dressed in jeans and a red shirt stood in the room, near the door. She spat the coffee out in pure shock, some of it dripping down her chin and staining her shirt.

"W-who the hell are you?!" She spat.

"Jack Harkness." Jack extended a hand. Gwen shook it and blushed slightly; this boy, Jack, was rather cute.

"Gwen Cooper." She grinned rather dopily. Owen and tosh also greeted him and then Ianto barged into the room, slamming into Jack and then flopped onto the sofa Gwen had been sitting on.

"Hey, thanks for that… Urm, sorry I don't know your name." Jack smiled.

"Yet you know me well enough to try and fuck me though?!" Ianto growled and stormed out.

"What the hell was that?" Owen asked, confused.

"Don't ask me." Jack shrugged then sat next to Gwen. "Oh, I haven't explained anything have I? Well, since your old roommate is gone and you have no one in that room, I'm a new student with no accommodation so Paul said I'm living with you."

"Oh, yeah. Urm, your room is upstairs first on the left." Gwen smiled. Jack nodded and went to look at him room.

"My bags are in my locker at the University so I'll get them later." Jack explained before leaving the room.

"I'll go see Ianto." Tosh told Gwen and Owen before going into the kitchen, mug of coffee in her hand.

Ianto was leaning back on the cabinet, head tilted towards the ceiling, a cigarette in his hand, and thin lines of smoke drifted up towards the light. He glanced over when the door creaked as Tosh pushed it cautiously but otherwise he was motionless. She hesitated for a moment then headed over to Ianto and stood beside him.

"You alright?" She asked quietly. He said nothing but just continued to gaze up at the ceiling. She studied him for a moment before speaking again. "Do you know Jack?" She questioned but she still got no reply. "Ianto?" the only difference to the reply she got this time was that he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke upwards but he still didn't speak. "How do you know him?" She continued to pester him for answers which was irritating Ianto even though she was only being considerate. He put the rest of the cigarette out even though it was almost full and turned to look at Tosh.

"I'd rather not speak about it." Ianto spoke for the first time then smiled kindly at her and left the room and walked up the dirty mahogany stairs which was scattered with crisps packets and a few ashtrays.

He pushed the door to his bedroom open and stepped inside, locking it behind him. His room was the only tidy room in the entire house, it was relatively large for the other rooms and his bed was against the wall he was facing from where he was leaning on the door. The window was above his bed and it hung open, letting the breeze dance around the blue curtains and blow them around. At the end of the bed sat a mahogany old fashioned wardrobe of which one of the doors was slightly ajar due to the vast amount of clothing had been stuffed in it. A desk was against the wall to the left of him which held his computer, a few books, photos and paperwork, presumably school work. The wall to his right had a small sofa pressed against it, magazines neatly stacked on the armrest. Posters of the band Paramore were plastered to the wall above the sofa and a rug lay in front of it, beside it was a set of draws which were in turn beside his bed.

Ianto slowly strolled over to his bed and flopped onto it. He lay on his back, hands under his head, staring sightless at the meringue ceiling. He exhaled deeply and stood up on his bed, wobbling slightly as he tried to gain his balance on the plushy soft surface under his now bare feet. He stumbled over to the wardrobe and leaned against the top of it, reaching for something at the back of it, a serious rather deadly look on his face at all times. He raised himself onto his toes and finally grasped what he was looking for. He sat back on the bed and remained still for a moment before looking down at the key in his hand which he had discarded on the wardrobe long ago, trying to keep his habits at bay, but now here he was, about to start the spiral of life threatening events once again.

He slipped off the bed and kneeled beside the set of drawers and slipped the key in the only locked one, the bottom one. He slowly twisted the key, his heart pounding in his chest so loud that he was sure he could hear it. He hesitated at the unlocked drawer and then slowly pulled it out.

Three small black boxes lay in the drawer, sitting parallel to one another. He pulled out the biggest and laid it on his bed and sat beside it, scared to open it even though he knew what was in there. He flipped the lid off and pulled out a small sharp black knife and held it in his hand for a moment, considering his options.

There was a loud knock at his door followed by a voice.

"Hello?" It spoke; its accent was American and defiantly Jack's. "I take it you have a lock on your door? That'll be good for when I carry on what I started in the toilets of the club Elements."

Ianto raised the knife to his wrists and pushed it down, slashing it through his veins. He gasped and winced in pain but getting a rush from it nevertheless. Hearing the strange noises from the room Jack followed his previous sentence with another.

"Hey, I was joking." He laughed. "That's why I came to your room; to apologize for being an ass." Jack's voice began to fade out of Ianto's mind as the corners of his vision edged in darkness. Blood streamed down Ianto's arms and trickled onto his shirt and the bedding. His arms went numb and he dropped the knife in a puddle of blood as his body collapsed onto the bed. If Jack had continued to talk, Ianto wouldn't have known as he was already unconscious.

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