Well, I'm ill so I got the next chapter up super-fast. and you know what? it's mega long because once I started writing I couldn't stop. So, I hope you enjoy, this chapter made me cry a little while I was writing it- and I apologise if it does that to you while you're reading this. However, it is a sad chapter- quite long and action packed, and i hope to read some of your lovely reviews of it. xxxxxxxxx


Ianto screwed his eyes shut so he wouldn't see his death. The pain didn't come- instead brilliant light flared up in front of him.

Was this dying? It wasn't so bad…

"Ianto!"

I'll be in heaven soon…it will be over.

"Ianto! Get up you idiot!"

Strange…the angel's voices sounded familiar.

"IANTO!"

Ianto opened his eyes. He wasn't dead- he was still on the pavement, crouched in the same position he had been a second before his "death".

The two girls who had attacked him lay spread eagled on the floor- a silver Volvo parked half-over them. Ianto grimaced in disgust.

"Oi, Jones you alive?"

Ianto looked up. His saviour- or saviours as Ianto now realised- were bending over him, looking concerned. He grinned sheepishly.

"Hey fellas, you alright?"

Yestin extended a hand to pull him up. "We should be asking you that," he laughed. "What were you doing? Can you not fight your own battles anymore?"

"Lost my gun…"

Andy laughed. "You're useless Ianto- you know that?"

"Cheers," Ianto brushed his suit down. "Where's Rhys?"

Yestin and Andy exchanged nervous glances. "Back at his mothers'," Andy muttered. "He's in a lousy temper- he tried attacking Yestin for no reason whatsoever. I had to physically restrain him using police weapons."

"Seems to be a lot of that around at the moment," Ianto replied glancing round at the, now empty, street.

"We're not taking any chances," Yestin laughed gesturing a bottle of water at Ianto. "Not even drinking tap water in case it's contaminated."

"Smart idea,"

"I think you should call Jack by the way," Andy said hurriedly, clasping Ianto's shoulder. "He's pretty worried about you mate. Got the whole team out in the SUV to search for you…"

"Oh God," Ianto groaned rubbing his head. He took out his mobile and dialled Jack's number- speed-dial one. It rang once and went straight to voice mail.

"That's strange," Ianto muttered hanging up. "His phone's off."

Yestin shrugged. "So, we'll go wait at Mrs Williams' house then. No biggie."

Andy chuckled and threw Ianto a gun. "It will be if Jack finds out we've got him…"

"Yea well," Ianto replied, opening the door to the Volvo and climbing in. "Jack needs to realise I'm not completely incapable."

"Well said, my man- well said," Yestin agreed as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the ignition.


Jack swore loudly as his phone beeped loudly saying it had low battery, and switched it off.

"What if Ianto calls now?"

"Jack, sweetheart I'm sure Ianto is fine," Gwen soothed grabbing his hand. "Right now, we need to find out what is going on."

Jack nodded and let her steer him back towards the SUV; Owen and Tosh following cautiously as if Jack might suddenly snap and attack them.

Owen insisted that he drove back, to which Jack graciously accepted. On the drive home he remained silent, staring out of the passenger window as though there might be some small hope of spotting his Welshman among the 'infected' in Cardiff.


"Mrs Williams?!" Andy called again, knocking sharply on the door. "Rhys? You there mate?!"

He turned back to the other two and shrugged. "Maybe they've gone out?"

"What- in this situation?" Yestin raised an eyebrow. "Move!"

Andy hurriedly obliged as Yestin slammed his body into the door.

"Yestin, what are you doing?!" Ianto demanded, reaching out a hand to stop him. "You can't just knock down her door!"

"Can and will!" Yestin replied hurriedly. "Now move!"

Ianto gulped and stepped behind Andy as Yestin slammed into the door again.

"Give me a hand please?"

Andy shrugged and knocked into the door as well. Soon, it broke open and they were able to climb inside.

"Mrs Williams?"

"Rhys?!"

The living room door swung open and Mrs Williams marched out holding a glass of water.

"Mrs Williams, have you been drinking tap water?!" demanded Andy angrily, snatching the glass away from her.

"YOU BROKE MY DOOR!" Mrs Williams shrieked furiously. "What the hell gave you that right?!"

Ianto tried to explain. "You weren't answering and we thought something might have happened to you…"

"I'LL KILL YOU!" screamed the woman, launching herself at Ianto furiously.

Andy and Yestin seized Mrs Williams by the arms and restrained her from biting Ianto's neck.

"What the hell?!" Ianto muttered, straightening up and glaring at Mrs Williams.

"What the fuck are you doing to my mother?!" Rhys yelled, joining them in the hall. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"

He punched Andy in the jaw, who stumbled back a few paces, looking dazed.

"Rhys, that was bang out of order mate," Yestin snapped, still struggling with his mother.

"I'll show you bang out of fucking order," Rhys muttered, marching into the kitchen and snatching a kitchen knife off the side. "Coming into my house, threatening my mother- I'll fucking kill the lot of ya!"

Ianto, Andy and Yestin reached for their guns at the same time and pointed them directly at Rhys' and his mothers' heads.

"I'm sorry Rhys," muttered Ianto. "But there is no way we are leaving you like this mate."

Rhys stared at the gun furiously, spittle flying out of his mouth as he snarled at the three men. The knife dropped to the floor. Even in his present state, he knew when he was beaten.

"Now, into the living room," Andy spat regaining his police composure.

They walked slowly into the room, guns still pointed at their heads.

"Let's tie them up, so they won't try and attack us again," Yestin muttered fetching some rope from the cupboard and tying Mrs Williams to a chair.

"Good plan," Ianto answered shortly, catching the loop of rope Yestin chucked at him and tying it round Rhys' wrists.

"Why are you fucking taking orders from him?!" Andy demanded angrily, turning to face Ianto.

"What?"

Ianto and Yestin stared at him. Andy screwed his eyes shut and angrily punched the wall- making them step back in horror.

"Andy?"

"Fuck it…" Andy muttered staring at the floor. "I'm sorry…"

"What's up mate?" Yestin tried to approach him but Ianto shoved his hand out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't go near him…" he warned.

"What are you talking about?" Yestin grew annoyed.

"Nah…he's right. I've got this boiling anger inside me…like I want to hurt anyone who goes near me. Don't fucking touch me!"

Ianto nodded sadly. "You got some of Rhys' spit in your eye didn't you?"

"I felt it straight away," Andy mumbled. "Wiped it on my jacket, thought I'd got it but…Damnit!" he bent over and clutched his stomach.

Yestin glanced at Ianto with a desperate expression. "Isn't there anything we can do for him?"

Ianto shook his head. "We don't even know what's causing this yet. I'm sorry, we're gonna have to tie you up Andy."

"Fuck you!" Andy stood up and suddenly launched himself at Ianto, trying to bite his arm which he held up to defend himself by.

"NO!" Yestin threw himself in front of Ianto and pushed him back. The two fell into the alcohol cabinet, showering glass everywhere.

"Yestin!"

Ianto ran over and grabbed onto Yestin's arms. "Yestin mate talk to me,"

He froze as he noticed a bite on Yestin's arm. Blood trickled slowly out of the wound. "Fuck…" he muttered as he felt tears spring to his eyes.

Ianto picked up Yestin's unconscious form and shoved him on the sofa next to Rhys.

"Don't fucking put him next to me!" Rhys protested, but Ianto ignore him, coolly shoving a sock into his mouth. Gathering the remainder of the rope he somehow managed to tie both Yestin and Andy to the chair.

He stood in the middle of the room, observing the chaos that lay before him. Shattered glass and spilt alcohol showered across the room, his three companions bound and gagged to the chairs. Tears spilled out of his eyes and the gun which he had previously been holding up in case, dropped to his side as he collapsed onto his knees.

"Ianto?" Ianto could hear Gwen suddenly in the hall. "You here? Why was the door broken…?"

She stopped as she entered the room and witnessed her husband and mother in law tied to the chairs…then Andy and Yestin and the alcohol cabinet…and then Ianto.

"Ianto…" she muttered angrily. "What the hell have you done?!" she approached Rhys and held out her hand to him.

"Don't touch him…" Ianto snapped. "He's infected…they all are…" he stopped as he broke down into sobs of anguish and began rocking himself slowly his arms wrapped protectively around himself.

"Oh god…" Gwen mumbled, backing away from Rhys and rushing to Ianto.

She gathered him in her arms and held him close, whispering comforting words to him.

Ianto could soon hear the others in the hall. Tosh, Owen and…Jack.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The three entered the living room and stared round in horror. Then Jack spotted Ianto curled up on the floor with Gwen.

"Oh God, Yan…" he whispered softly running to him and gently pushing Gwen aside as he gathered the sobbing Welshman into his arms.

Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's middle and held on so tightly, sobbing into his chest.


:( I am sorry.