Tosh flicks on the light with a wave of her hand. She doesn't really need to gesture, but it makes concentration easier and the last thing she wants to do right now is to blow a fuse.

"Bloody hell... How many people live here?"

She doesn't answer, just feels the hairs in the back of her neck stand up straight. There's at least twenty cots in the room, covered in clothes and books and what-nots. A lot of people live here, and it looks a bit too much like military barracks for her comfort.

"Why? What are they doing? Gathering a real army?"

"Wouldn't put it past them Tosh... Cybers are a vicious breed. Anyone who don't convert to their beliefs are killed on the spot."

"It can't be that bad...!"

Owen looks around the room, then he heads back out.

"No, they are worse."

The crowd gasped, some of them stepping back in shock. Lisa stood firm but her eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but to bite her lip at the scene.

"Gwen...?"

The pale girl didn't answer, just pulled the now cut ropes from her ex, ripping off his gag and pulling him to his feet.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?"

Lisa knew that fire was not to be played with, the burns on her back was proof enough for that, but as the other girl turned to face her, she couldn't help but to feel like she had forgotten that for a moment.

"I'm getting him out of here. I'm not joining your little club, forget it!"

Still, this was one little girl and a regular confused boy against at least fifty pissed irregulars.

"Too bad. I thought we where making such good friends."

"Yeah, and then you went and threatened the man I love! You are so screwed!"

"The man you love? Even after he dumped you and jumped at the first girl in a short skirt he could get his hands on?"

She could still save this, she just had to make Gwen mad enough.

"Honestly, how did you think I lured him here?"

Gwen couldn't quite make herself turn around, couldn't look at him after that. But she saw, in the corner of her eye, how he raised his hand as if to take hers.

"Gwen... I'm so sorry...!"

Now that wouldn't do. Lisa had to keep them pinned against each other. Lucky they where such birds of a feather.

"And how can you say you love him when you jumped into bed with Owen the first chance you got? Had to be the very night he cast you off, ain't that right?"

Rhys's hand fell back again, and Gwen decided enough was enough.

"None of that matters! We are leaving and you can't stop us!"

Lisa took a step forward, digging her nails into the palms of her hands until they bleed.

"I've been at Torchwood for years, my power is to make the iron in my body into adamant steel! You're not even a week into training and you think you can beat me?"

As she spoke, scales and thorns of metal started sliding out through her skin, covering her up. Gwen only frowned.

"Yes, I think I can. Rhys!"

"Yeah?"

"Duck!"

She didn't wait, she knew he would understand, he always did. The second after she told him, she let go.

Rhys threw himself to the floor, but he still saw the blast of fire that his ex girlfriend threw out with her arms, making the circle of weirdos scream and fall back. The inferno caught hold of their clothes, their hair and everything else not completely flame-proof.

Even with the screams of horror, Rhys had to admit she looked beautiful, engulfed in flames, hair blowing in the heat, eyes shining with power.

Lisa however, was not impressed.

"You little tart!"

"Bite me, BITCH!"

With a strong blast of fire, Gwen pushed the metal covered girl back, grabbed Rhys by his jacket and dragged him along as she ran for the door.

Ianto was just stepping out from what looked like a computer station when he heard the blast. He decided telling Tosh where she needed to be could wait and swiftly made his way towards the stairs.

Jack realised he was in the wrong end of the stupid complex. Beneath him was a huge warehouse section, going down the the bottom floor. Standing out on the catwalk, he couldn't help but wonder what could possibly have needed that much space. That's when he heard the blast.

"Gwen!"

He ran though the corridor, on one hand glad that the carpet softened the stomping of his boots, on the other hand fearing the inferno it would become if it caught on fire.

Rounding a corner, he suddenly stood in front of a familiar face.

Gwen's chest was burning. Not literally, but her breathing was hard and the panic was swelling in her gut. If her heart beat any harder, it just might burst right through her ribcage.

She heard Lisa scream behind them, orders of their capture, and she dragged Rhys along. Never mind that he might hate her, never mind that he would never forgive her, she had to get him to safety, no matter what.

They took twists and turns though the corridors, the faint sounds of their pursuers never completely fading away.

"Wait Gwen!"

She was tugged back as Rhys pulled her into a side corridor.

"It says fire exit! We can climb down the fire ladder!"

She heard them around the corner, it was a matter of seconds before they caught up.

"Go! I'll draw them off!"

For a second, he held on to her hand so hard, and she desperately hoped that he wold refuse because then he would still care about her. Then, he nodded, let her go and turned away.

Biting down the fire, Gwen stepped back into the corridor and made sure the Cybers saw her before she bolted in the other direction.

"Lisa Hallett... You backstabbing bitch..."

"Language Jack, really!"

He glared at the woman. It was obvious Gwen had gotten away from her, there where burns on her clothes and her hair still had an air of smoke about it.

"See you failed to win Gwen over!"

"See you're still as possessive as ever!"

He shot out his chin, stepping closer.

"You're over, Lisa. You'll be in prison by morning, and if the police won't take you I'm sure the government would just love a chance to experiment on that armour of yours."

She glared, taking a firmer stance and letting sharp, unpleasant looking blades slide out of her palms.

"That's quite the gruesome threat, coming from a pacifist's son..."

"Yeah, he's the pacifist... I'm not. The only reason I won't kill you myself is that you haven't managed to hurt anyone yet."

She smiled, and this time Jack didn't bother fighting down that gutwrecking feeling inside.

"Now what would you know about that?"

"You haven't...!"

He was cut of by a metal blade in his gut, spikes and angles sticking out, twisting around in his stomach. Lisa pressed him up against the wall, forcing the blades all the way though until he was stuck like a parody of a painting. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.

"Where do you think Suzie went when she needed practise? Who do you think murdered all those people over the last two months? Can you guess, Jackie?"

He grabbed her arm, the bloodloss making him dizzy.

"You... I'll never forgive you for this!"

She snorted, stepping back. The movement of the metal objects made Jack bite down a cry of pain.

"It's too bad I can't kill you Jack... I would so have loved too."

With that, she pulled out, only to stab him again right in the chest. Convinced he wouldn't get up soon, or get the knife-like object out without pain, she let him slide down the wall and left.

Jack hated his powers sometimes. He aged, he felt, but he couldn't die. He knew he would have to survive a thousand deaths at this rate, and he would hurt right to the breaking point each time, but he would never be released. Not only that, but the healing always hurt more then getting the wounds in the first place. The Doctor said it was because the nerves were reconnecting and the brain had to try them out. Jack didn't care, he just wanted it to stop.

This time though, something was different. Maybe it was because of the dream, he still had a feeling it had something to do with what Donna had said. Whatever the reason, this time, right at the point where he knew normal people died, there was a blinding light. Not like in those cheesy movies, the light at the end of the tunnel, not like that.

It was the sun, blazing and burning, filling him with something more powerful then fire, something un-earthly and everlasting. It hurt, more then the wounds, and in that blinding light, he saw a face, a soft, kind, terrible face with burning eyes and flaming hair. Then, it was gone, and he was pulled back again.

"Jack?"

He breathed, forced air into his still shredded lungs. The more he got working, the faster and more accurate the healing would get.

"Jack? Are you alright?"

"Ianto..."

He didn't smile. That's what gave it away. Ianto always smiled when Jack came back, every time. Not now though, he looked worse off then Jack felt.

"Oh no..."

"Jack?"

"How much... Did you hear...?"

Ianto didn't even try to hide. His face cracked and the pain made Jack wish he could go back to that burning place again, anything would be better than Ianto making that face.

"Enough..."

He got up, feeling his guts slowly mend itself together again. Ianto tried to hold him down but Jack just pulled him in, holding him tight, never minding that the fabric of their clothes stung like salt against the edges of the wounds.

"I'm so sorry Ianto... I never wanted this, please believe me. I never liked her but I never thought it was this bad... Oh Ianto.."

The other boy buried his face against the old coat. He remembered the day Jack had gotten it. He had been so proud, even though it had been inches to long and he'd had to roll up the sleeves. He tried to focus on that, not to think of the images, the feelings, the memories he had gotten when he had pulled out the knife.

"Jack... I can't..."

He knew, he didn't have to ask.

"I know... But I have too. You don't but I do. It's my duty, it's what I do."

Ianto let his arms slide down, slowly sitting up again. Then his hands touched a bulk under the long coat.

"Jack... What is that?"

Jack looked down to where the welsh boys hand where, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I should have told you..."

Ianto pulled back the blue fabric, looking at the hard object.

"I don't believe this...!"

"I'm sorry Ianto, but I'll have to use it."

Ianto let his fingers run down the length of the gun, feeling its history and its purpose float though his mind.

"Just promise me... Promise me Jack...!"

Jack grabbed his face, much like the Doctor had a long, long time ago and pressed their foreheads together. He caught Iantos eyes and looked straight in them, trying to put everything he was into his words.

"I promise, I'll make it quick. I swear to you, she won't suffer. I promise Ianto, for your sake, she won't feel a thing."

Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss into Iantos dark hair, trying to give him as mush comfort he could before pushing himself up and running after the dark traitor.

Ianto sobbed, sitting himself with his back against the wall. It seemed so useless now, this power of his. He couldn't save Suzie, he couldn't save Lisa, he couldn't help Gwen or Jack or anyone. He had never felt like such a waste of space as now.

And still, Jack didn't think it was his fault. He didn't think that there was anything Ianto could have done to stop this. There was not a bad thought in Jacks mind about him, nothing at all.

Ianto wiped his tears and let the back of his head rest against the cool concrete.

Not a single bad thought, even though there was plenty about him that annoyed Jack. He hated the way Ianto would scold him and the fact that the american was still half an inch shorter than his friend. He was annoyed every time Ianto didn't take his side and even told him off. Worst thing he knew was when Ianto would favour someone else instead of Jack.

All of that, and still there was no ill-will at all in Jack's mind when it came to Ianto. Not a single drop.

Ianto closed his eyes, feeling as smile spread over his lips, despite the situation. Or maybe because of it.

Sure, he loved Lisa, and seeing her like that had broken his heart, but he had realised something right at that moment when he thought Jack was aiming that kiss somewhere else.

He had loved Jack ever since the first time he hugged him. It had just taken so long, and so many other touches before he recognised that feeling.

He had loved him for a long time, and he would probably never stop.

Ianto told himself to get a grip, stop being such a whiner and then he got up and ran after the most important person in his life.

[You all think it's going to be alright now, don't you? Oh you have no idea...! XD]