Not sure anyone is still interested in this... Thinking I'm gonna make it a ten-ner and round it up next chap. I really like Amaria's character, I really like her with Jack and Ianto. Maybe in the future I'll give her a different verse with them, who knows...

Anyway needed to let out some frustration, so you get this...

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It was less than an hour and after 'happy' pills had been prescribed by Owen to counter the effects of the other medication he was taking right now. He'd stopped by a street florist, bought chocolate just because and headed to her hotel to apologize.

Ianto actually knocked, but when she didn't answer, he 'let himself' in. He heard pacing, angry pacing. Then shouting…

"Listen you ass hat… try that shit again and I will gut you…what gives you a right to them? …I loved you and 'you' walked out on 'me' fuck face! God I never knew you at all did I? …Why that's none of your fucking business; is what that is. I'm serious Landon. I'll hit you with a restraining order so hard… Yeah go, fine you and that bottle blonde bitch have fun."

He watched her end the call and he assumed it was this, Landon she was calling a 'fucking rat bastard'. Gods that guy even had a douchebag sounding name. True he'd never actually met the guy; but just from the conversation he heard… Ianto agreed. 'Rat bastard' sounded appropriate. She still hadn't realized he was there as she threw the phone and flopped back on the bed.

Amaria pulled a pillow to her face and gave an unholy roar. Bourne of rage and pain; frustration and sadness. She kicked her feet against the mattress. Well one of them anyway. The young woman pulled off the pillow, panted and huffed for a minute. Then she slammed it back into place and shrieked again.

The young man chuckled at her. That was until he realized she'd curled up as much as she could and was sobbing into the comforter. He quickly set his items on the table and rushed into the bedroom. Ianto crawled onto the bed and slotted himself in front of her, pulling her to his chest.

She didn't even question it. Just twisted her hand in his shirt and let him card his fingers through her hair. He was cooing at her, rubbing her back and telling her to let it out.

Slowly, but surely her sobs tapered off. She lay still for a minute; not wanting to break the dream. Ianto was mad at her, wasn't he? Amaria cracked an eye open, "Swear I always lock that door…"

"Oh you do, I'm just a really good lock pick." He grinned.

"How much did you…"

"Um, none…all of it…" He grimaced and she ducked into his shoulder. "He sounds like a twat." Ianto remarked; kissing her forehead. "Don't think about him, I'm here, think about me." The young man murmured.

She blinked; "Thought you were mad at me."

"I was a wanker. I came to apologize."

"Oh, ok. You have no idea how much I wish I could stay."

Somewhere deep in his mind he always knew. This was a trip for her and someday she would leave. "Will you come back?" He kissed her lips this time. Then kissed them again, swiping his tongue along her lips. She let him deepen the kiss, feeling him hold on tighter.

"I hope I will, if I could stay I would." It was all she could give him.

"How…how long?"

"I go back in a week."

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