Again, sorry for the update time. Next chapter I'm going to start adding some sex, and it'll be fluffier (well, as fluffy as possible...) so, bear with another chapter of angst!

Ianto stirred first, as if waking from a long sleep. He stretched lazily, his head hurting as he tried to open one eye. Eventually, he managed to look around. Owen was lying next to him; it looked as if he was asleep but Ianto knew he was unconscious. Jack was sitting some way off, staring into nowhere.

"Hey." Ianto said, coughing. He tried to stand up but had to sit down again immediately.

"Hey, you alright?"

"What happened?"

"Hold that thought till Owen gets up, I don't feel like explaining it twice." Jack said tersely. Ianto nodded and lay back down shakily. Jack sighed.

"Sorry."

"No, its fine." Ianto dismissed. Jack nodded slightly and turned away again.

"I wasn't apologising for that…" Jack said softly, to himself.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Never mind." Jack forced himself to smile at Ianto. Ianto smiled back, slightly confused, and lay down again.

"Tell me when Owen gets up…" he said drowsily, already beginning to slip back into sleep.

"Of course." Jack smiled. He turned away again, closing his eyes forcefully, trying not to cry. Taking a deep breath, he looked back at Ianto and leant over, kissing him on the forehead.

"Mmmmm." Ianto protested. Jack laughed, revelling in the sound.

Owen stirred then. He was shivering slightly, and almost retched, coughing deeply. Like Ianto before him, he flopped onto the ground again.

"Jack…?"

"Yeah?"

"You worked it out, yeah?" Even in Owen's head this sounded ridiculous. He groaned slightly. "I mean, you know, right? Tosh is in there, Jack! Can they all do that…thingy…?"

"No, I don't think so…" Jack said, deciding not to tell them for the moment that if driven, he could do that too. That it came from him…

"Why only 'you' then?"

"Just special." Jack replied, trying not to sound too interested and giving Owen a wink. He rolled his eyes, but appeared to blush. Jack wondered what that meant…

"So, you and Ianto then?" he asked, deciding on a direct approach.

"What?"

"Hmm." Jack said thoughtfully. "Well, there was you coming out of the house together…not sure about your bed, Ianto, seeing as this whole thing is a bit more complicated then we thought…"

"You got that right…"

"What? You two, or the level of complication?"

"Look, Jack-" Owen began, unsure about what to say.

"No, forget it." Jack gave them a flash of his award winning smile. "I mean, you deserve someone, right?"

"It's just sex." Ianto said bluntly. Owen nodded.

"Did you really think that we were in love?" he asked, sarcastically. Jack grimaced.

"No…but I wish you were. You can't be because of Torchwood. I've taken away from you that ability to love…" he trailed off, aware that the other two were staring curiously at him.

"Jack?"

"Yes, sorry, right." Jack began. "So, this is what we know. Owen2 is in there with Tosh. I'm out there somewhere, with the power to…well…and Ianto2 who has been living with you, right?" Ianto nodded. "He's out there too. And whatever creates these clones, it's in your flat."

"So, number one, we block off the flat." Owen interjected, "then we find and shoot the clones…" he looked suddenly surprised. "Hey, I can talk about it!"

Ianto tried to say something but gave up. "I can't." he said, looking disappointed.

"Hey, it has probably got a stronger effect on you," Owen soothed. "What with it studying you and being in your flat and all…"

"I guess."

Jack said, quietly, "I can stop the clone of me. You just need to deal with the other two. As far as I know, they're human. Well, their bodies are, so you can shoot them. Close off the flat, try to find whatever is causing this…"

"What will you be doing?" Ianto asked suspiciously.

"Stopping myself," Jack answered lazily. "I trust you; you can do it, right?"

"They'll be in his flat, though, won't they? To make more?"

"Yeah, well, lets get Tosh out first, shall we?" Jack decided. "She can help us…"

Toshiko Sato lay slumped on the desk, pretending to be unconscious. She could hear the Owen clone breathing next to her, his breath cold and strange on her frail body. She was too scared to push him away, too scared to hit someone who looked like one of her closest friends.

She wanted to scream when he reached out and touched her neck, but she controlled her breathing. It was like she was in a trance; feeling the man touch her, run his cold fingers down her body, it used all her energy not to cry.

It would be no use anyway. Nobody was coming.

Kiki was concentrating on her breathing: in, out, in, out…the Welshman had left now; a leer at Kiki and he had been gone. She had tried to escape but it had been no use at all. Instead, she let her mind drift, focusing on Jack and her conversation with him, about Joni. Joni…she was alright, wasn't she? He'd said that she was alright, that she was going to be fine…that she was coming back. That what she was going to do was brave…

"Joni," she sighed, miserably. "Did you think I didn't know? And where are you now?"

She looked about the dark room and shivered. "Wherever you are, I hope it's better then here…" she sighed, and settled back down in her hard chair. The ropes were beginning to dig into her skin. She hoped that Jack would come soon, and explain all this away. She hoped that…well, she hoped that she would get out of here alive, the horror stories of abduction and rape flashing through her head as she tried not to think about the young welsh man who had taken her here.