I have not given up! I swear I have not given up! I had a massive writer's block for aaaages, college work pretty much caught up with me and I just haven't got round to it...Please say I am forgiven? Well, I hope this chapter makes up for my long absense.
Ianto groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt like hell.
"Arrrgh…" he groaned sitting up and leaning against the stone wall behind him for support.
After a quick check of himself and the damage taken (slight concussion and a badly sprained ankle- that was going to be a problem) Ianto glanced around at his surroundings. There wasn't much…
It was basically a square room, with stone bricks running across the ceiling, and a tiny window allowing only a sliver of light in. a bolted door faced where Ianto was currently sitting, which did not look like it could be kicked in easily. The only furniture in the room was a pile of blankets in the corner, which Ianto suspected to be a makeshift bed.
"Don't think much of the accommodation here," He muttered to himself, sliding across the floor and slipping the warmest looking blanket over his legs. "Do you have any board games?!" He called out into the silence.
Ianto shivered. This place reminded him of the stories of Byberry. The hospital for mental disabilities in America that was closed down and boarded up; Ianto had seen it on the TV when Jack was over once- the tales of still hearing screaming, or footsteps down the hallways. Including Jack In the memory made Ianto feel a bit warmer.
He wasn't good with fear. He never had been. Fear was irrational and Ianto had always been a very rational human being. So when he was hit with fear, it hit him hard. He wrapped the blanket tighter round his legs.
"Saeth?!" He called out. "Anybody?!"
"Ianto?!"
Ianto's head snapped up. He wasn't expecting a reply.
"Who's there?"
"It's me!"
"Rhys?!" Ianto almost cried out in relief. "What are you doing here?"
"No idea," came the reply from through the stone walls. "Last thing I remember is launching myself at Yestin in a rage for no reason whatsoever…then I woke up here!"
Ianto would have hugged Rhys if that were possibly through stone walls. "Rhys, this is brilliant mate! If you're okay, then that means that Saeth or this other woman must have a cure for the retcon victims! We can cure Cardiff!" he shouted happily/
"Except for the fact that we're stuck in some sort of prison, with no idea of our location or anything…" came another voice from Ianto's other side.
"Andy?!"
"And Yestin," Andy replied. "He's in here with me. Except he's out cold…"
"This might sound like an odd question…" shouted Rhys from Ianto' left. "But has anybody seen my mam?"
"No mate. Maybe they left her alone?"
"I hope so. Last thing I need is my mam being dragged into this!"
Ianto stood up. "They must have some ulterior motive to all of this," he thought aloud. "Bringing us all here together, to the same place…"
"The dark haired woman kept mentioning something about getting revenge on Jack to me," Andy replied.
"Which means he'd want to hurt the people around him…like you" Rhys chimed in. "But why me, Yestin and Andy?"
"Think about it…" Ianto put in, pacing round his tiny cell. "You have a connection to Jack through Gwen- and we're all Owen's best mates, which would also affect Jack. Basically, we're all people who mean quite a lot to him, and hurting us, would mean hurting Jack."
"Maybe…but maybe this is meant to lure Jack here…" Andy answered slowly.
"Yea, but why?"
"Ianto, look outside…"
Ianto walked over to the small window in the corner of the cell and pulled himself up to peer out of it.
What surrounded them could only be described as a wilderness of trees, plants and old abandoned houses- which seemed to be swarming with the infected, growling angrily at each other; some even carrying chunks of flesh in their mouths.
"Ah shit…" Ianto mumbled. "That's why…"
Jack was getting nowhere. He would consider himself to be quite a patient man at times. He could handle slow progress- even missed deadlines when he was in a particularly good mood. However, when the lives of your boyfriend and possibly the entirety of Cardiff were at stake and Jack was getting nowhere…well, then he became a little less patient.
Gwen, Owen and Tosh could all tell how much he was missing Ianto. Jack was not prepared to admit it outright, but he had short outbursts which were pretty obviously related to his absence.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY COFFEE?!"
"WHAT AM I MEANT TO DO ABOUT THE DINNER RESERVATIONS I MADE LAST WEEK?!"
"WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS?!"
"OWEN, THAT'S IT! FROM MONDAY, YOU WEAR A SUIT! UNDERSTOOD?!"
Needless to say, it came as a relief when Tosh announced she had managed to track the call- it also came at the right moment. Just before Gwen was sure Jack would shoot Owen when he brought him Starbucks coffee.
"I tracked the call!"
"THANK GOD!"
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