Ianto had sat watching the stars for well over an hour, occasionally watching as groups of people walked through the clearing and reading odd bits from his diary; the time Lisa met his sister (and Johnny had taken it upon himself to reveal all the embarrassing stories about Ianto and then spilling Strongbow down Lisa's dress) and the time that Ianto had paid £300 for a necklace that Lisa already had with blue pearl instead of white among them. Reading them, though, had almost been like he was reading about someone else's life. While his head was telling him that Lisa had gone, his heart just hadn't caught up; there was no overbearing grief resting on his shoulders, no urge to cry or lash out in tempers. Nothing. Just as he was about to get up to start walking back home, his phone started to vibrate against his thigh. He took a breath as he held it up and saw the name flashing across the screen: Owen.

"What?"

"Where the hell are you, teaboy?"

"I went for a walk, not that it's any of your business."

"When I've been standing outside your door for five minutes, it bloody well is my business. Get here now."

"And why are you there?" Ianto asked as he hauled himself up, picking up his diary and tucking it against his side as he did so.

"Captain America wants you to have a full medical, so here I am. Hurry up would you, I'm freezing my bollocks off here."

The call ended abruptly and Ianto sighed, walking to the edge of the park as he scrolled through his phonebook for a taxi, which he ordered quickly and arrived in a few minutes.

"Ianto Jones?" the man called from the taxi as it pulled up alongside him. Ianto nodded and opened the door, sliding into the back seat.

"Heol-y-Gwent, please."

"Right you are."

The journey should take about ten minutes, Ianto thought as he leant his head against the back seat, looking sideways out the window. More than enough time to really infuriate Owen.

"I don't suppose you were over by the bay a couple of nights ago, were you?" the driver asked after a couple of minutes. Ianto looked at him and was unnerved by how much he looked like an older Rhod Gilbert.

"No, I wasn't. Night in watching Bond films." He lied, smiling a false smile.

"Oh, well, a mate of mine saw a fight down there. Said that two guys were held apart before one ran towards the water. He thinks he might have topped himself. Just wondered if you saw anything 'cause we've not heard about a body or anything."

Ianto nodded and hummed, "well, I'm sure we'll hear something if he had."

"I suppose. You young 'uns are always scrapping about something."

"Yeah. I guess we are."

"What do you think of that new Bond then, son?" the driver asked after a moment and Ianto held himself back from rolling his eyes.

"Not as good a Piers, but then again, Piers was no match on Sean."

"He's a bit of a cock I think. Too much emphasis on his looks... it's probably to bring in some more female fans."

"Yeah, I think you're right there. I've always preferred the old Bonds anyway, bit more class."

"Exactly. Well, here you are, son. Anywhere?"

"Here's fine, thanks."

"That'll be £9.67 then please."

"Keep the change" Ianto smiled, passing a tenner through the middle of the front seats and exiting the car.

He walked slowly to the house, seeing the downstairs curtain twitch as Mrs Sheppard watched Owen uneasily. He smiled at his landlady as he pulled out his keys, she smiled back but her eyes were focused on Owen.

"She's been watching me since I got here." Owen scowled at Ianto, who noticed that he was holding his medical case in his hand.

"We don't get many visitors, that's why."

"Whatever, get inside so we can get this over with."

"Yeah, yeah." Ianto rolled his eyes, unlocking the door and walking up the stairs to his flat. He wished that, for once, he didn't live here. When he first bought the property it was a house for him and Lisa. They had decided to buy a house so that they'd be closer to Ianto's family and were about to talk to Yvonne about a transfer to Three when the ghost shifts started. Mr Sheppard died soon after they paid the deposit on the house and before he got chance to retire to Florida as planned, so Mrs Sheppard decided to convert the upstairs into a studio apartment with the help of her son. By the time of Canary Wharf Ianto had been told that they could still live upstairs but that Mrs Sheppard would be on the first floor – too grief stricken to up all her roots. Ianto didn't think twice about accepting and thought that he'd be out of there within a few months, finding somewhere else with Lisa. Instead, he thought as he unlocked the door at the top of the stairs, he was stuck here.

"What the hell happened to the door?" Owen asked as he pushed past Ianto and into the flat, switching the lights on in the living room.

"Captain America." Ianto said, shutting it carefully.

"Come on then," Owen ordered from the living room. "I do want to go out tonight."

Ianto dropped his keys to the table by the door and walked into the other room as Owen took out his stethoscope, needles, penlight and Dictaphone.

After ten minutes Owen had completed a basic, full medical of Ianto. Other than a few bruises (one from Lisa and a couple on his neck from Jack) and a hint at an eating disorder, Ianto had a good bill of health.

"Right, any nightmares or flashbacks?"

"What?"

"Nightmares or flashbacks? I'm check you over for PTSD, come on, keep up."

"Erm, well, yeah. Mostly nightmares of the battle and a few of -" Ianto stopped and looked away from Owen, suddenly very aware that his actions almost killed the man in front of him.

"Are you avoiding anything? Metal for instance?" Owen asked, ignoring Ianto's hesitance.

"This isn't the usual way of checking for PTSD, Owen."

"I'm the doctor here, teaboy. Answer the question."

"There's no triggers, no. But I'm finding it hard to fall asleep, have done since the battle."

Owen nodded, recording it in his Dictaphone. "Criteria A, B, D, E shown. Prescribing low dosage of sleeping pills and a healthy diet. Also needs regular check ups for the remainder of his mental health."

"Well?"

"You've got acute PTSD. Not all the symptoms are there though. I'll have to keep an eye on you. Joy." Owen snarled, packing away his things. "I'll give you some sleeping pills as well. Oh, and start eating right. You've lost a couple of stone from what I can see."

"I couldn't eat." Ianto admitted, sitting on the sofa. "Couldn't concentrate on anything but hiding her."

"Yeah. Right. Well."

"I'm sorry." Ianto said softly.

"What?" Owen stopped, his eyebrows arching into his hairline. He was not expecting that. At least, not yet.

"I'm sorry." he repeated. "I didn't mean to put you all in danger. I just wanted to save her."

"You saw what those things did in London, why did you think that you could change that?"

"I wasn't apologising for trying to save her. I was apologising for putting you in danger. I'd do it again if I had to."

"And I'd pump her full of bullets. Again."

Ianto scoffed. "I thought you'd might understand what I did."

"What? Endanger everyone? No, I don't get it."

"You did everything you could to save Katie, just like I did everything to save Lisa."