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FIve minutes later, Jack was asleep, his head on Ianto's lap, a distressed look on his face even in slumber.

"I've never seen him this upset," Gwen said softly. "But I suppose it makes sense."

Ianto raised an eyebrow that said 'How so?'

"You've seen the way he looks at her. He bloody loves that girl," she said, continuing after she saw a twinge of jealousy in Ianto's face. "Not like he loves you though."

Okay, now Ianto was confused.

"Yan, when he looks at you, he, he's just so happy. He looks at you, like. How do I phrase this? He looks at you with this glint in his eye. And it says, I'm the luckiest man in the world. I can't believe that I have this beautiful man to myself, I'm going to marry him some day. Jack loves you Ianto, he adores you. He's in love with you. But when he looks at Abbie, you can see love in his eyes. Gentle, tender love, that says, I love her, and I want her safe, but I'm not in love with her. You know what I mean?"

Ianto smiled sadly and nodded, "It hurts me. It, it physically hurts me, to see him in so much pain. I just want to mend him, but I can't. He hardly ever opens up to anyone, including me and by the time he does, he's just a broken mess."

Jack whimpered suddenly in his sleep and Ianto stroked his hair gently until he calmed, rolling over and nuzzling his face into Ianto's stomach.

"But, he is sort of sweet and cuddly when he's broken," Gwen commented.

Ianto shook his head, "He's always this cuddly, just not in front of other people. We'll be at my flat, watching a movie, just sitting on the couch. At first we'll just be sitting there, side by side. Then he'll shift a little bit, then a little more, and a little more, and pretty soon he'll be lying down on the couch with his head in my lap. Normally at that point I look down at him and he grins at me like the Chesire Cat and I cover him him up with a blanket, causing him to elicit a happy little hum. He lies there peacfully, warm, comfortable and content, just happy to be snuggled up with me. My, my favorite time, though it doesn't happen very often, is when he falls asleep, and then he rolls over and nuzzles his head into my stomach, and I know that I've done right by him. I know I've made him feel happy, and I know that he feels safe enough in my arms to let his guard down."

Tears were running down Ianto's cheeks and he smiled sadly.

"He'll be okay Ianto, he always is. It's not like you'd allow him to do otherwise," Gwen said with a brilliant smile.

"Thanks Gwen, there's hot water in the kettle if you want some tea, I'm not really in a state to get anyone anything at the moment, I've got my hands full, literally."

A scream tore through my throat when I regained conciousness. My ankl was bandaged so it wasn't like I was bleeding all over, but it most definetley hadn't been cleaned and I had no pain killers.

It felt like I had just poured lemon juice onto a thousand tiny paper cuts. "HELP!"

Wait, I, I shouldn't be able to talk, the, the gag. But there was no gag in my mouth.. I peered at my watch, I wasn't thinking very clearly through the paiin, but I wasn't drugged up anymore, so that sort of helped. My watch was a real nice piece I'd lifted off of someone a few months ago, waterproof, glow-in-the-dark, and even better, it showed the date.

I clenched my teeth to prevent another scream and looked at my wrist. 7:57 PM, August 25. Fantastic, I'd been gone nearly four days.

An amazing smell filled my nostrils. Garlic, olives, mozzarella, chicken, spinach, canadian bacon,mushrooms, green peppers, pepperoni! A 'Harkness Special', sweet food! I hadn't had anything in my stomach since I had pizza back at the Hub, well, I had coffee, but that didn't count.

The light was turned on and a tray of food was sitting in front of me. Pizza, garlic breadsticks, and a huge glass of Dr. Pepper were sitting in front of me.

Needless to say I forgot my pain and my senses and scarfed all of it.

Two hours later, I was throwing up the contents of my stomach, and dry heaving afterwards. I should've known there was something up with that food. Rising quickly (who knows why) searing pain shot up my body from my ankle. I was unconcious before I hit the ground.