Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Torchwood, it all belongs to the BBC and RTD
A/N:Thanks to my magnificent beta-reader ''J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck'', for her patience and awesome ideas making this story more interesting.
Rating: T
Chapter-13
~~~NEWPORT~~~~
Responding to Nurse Liberson's page, Dr. Steward arrived in room 214 and after quickly examining Wilfred/Ianto and reading his chart and lab results, the doctor was pleased everything had checked out. While making a final notation in Wilfred/Ianto's chart, Dr. Steward instructed Nurse Liberson to remove the restraints and inform the next shift that he wanted the patient ready to begin his treatment first thing in the morning.
Later that night, sitting in his office and nursing a cup of the commissary's excuse for coffee, Dr. Steward reviewed all the information he had compiled on his new patient. Leafing through reports and his notes from the in-depth conversation with Wilfred Sr. his wife was excluded on his request, something about not wanting to get her hopes up despite Dr. Steward's assurance his treatment got results.
This case was unique; not only would he be restoring a healthy and normal sexual lifestyle to the young man but his lost childhood memories as well. He did so love a challenge.
Letting his eyes fall closed, the doctor smiled as he envisioned the ramifications of his treatment being a complete success, he would have achieved medical history. Unveiling another new medical discovery that will Proves Epoch, A Nobel prize award reserving him a honorary spot in the history books alongside other great scholars. Turning to the safe beside his desk, he remove his secret device that has giving him and the hospital all their Notability and wealth.
"Tomorrow you and I will embark on a new journey toward greatness while making history," Dr. Steward says with undeniable confidence as he grasped the precious device tightly in his hand.
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Wilfred was sitting in his office at the bookstore, talking privately with Dr. Steward on the phone. Dr. Steward informed him that everything was going according to plan, his son would receive his first treatment tomorrow morning, and if the treatment was successful he and his wife would have their son back by Friday.
After ending his call, Wilfred watched Mary from the now open door of the office as she rang up a sale for one of the bookstore's regular customers. He couldn't put her off any longer, in three days he would have reached his deadline. Wilfred knew his reluctance to accept their son's sexual preferences and lifestyle had put a great strain on their marriage.
Closing and locking the door behind their last customer of the day, Mary breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped the old fashioned door sign from 'Open' to 'Closed'. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was relax in a soothing hot bath with a cup of herbal tea and her favorite novel. Turning, Mary noticed Wilfred watching her, "Is there something wrong?" she asked with a frown.
"No, for the first time in a long time, everything is fine". Wilfred replied with a smile, "I'm going to see our son Friday and I want you to come with me".
Mary was flabbergasted, had she heard him right? Had her prayers finally been answered? Without saying a word she rushed to her husband, falling into his arms as tears of joy overwhelmed her. Later that night as they lay embracing one another in bed for the first time since they had learned their son was alive, the gap that had formed between them was finally closed.
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When Jack returned from the center with the surveillance footage, Tosh immediately went to work scanning it. Fifteen minutes later Jack called a meeting in the conference room to get updated on the team's progress. Jack listened with a heavy heart as each one sadly informed him they hadn't discovered anything new, even the security tapes didn't offer any new evidence.
One thing that Jack and his team knew for sure was that whoever took Ianto had known that a crowded area made them less conspicuous and more difficult to be recognized. In other words; they knew what they were doing and that was worrisome.
Realizing his team was exhausted; Jack ordered them to head home. He knew in their present condition they wouldn't get any more done. Tomorrow they would start fresh. Gwen was the first to object, saying they could all spend another night in the spare rooms, but Jack was adamant. His tone left no room for argument. He needed them alert and well-rested, and that required going home, eating real food and getting a decent night sleep.
As the others prepared to leave, Owen watched as Jack's eyes never left his sleeping son. Owen pulled Rhys aside to talk, but Rhys stopped him before he could speak, he could see it also. Jack needed his son near him. Owen thanked Rhys and asked him to make sure Tosh got safely home; he would be staying at the hub with Jack and Josh.
As Rhys said goodnight to Owen, he could see Josh was where he belonged; with his father. He vividly remembered Jack and Ianto once saying, "Josh was a constant reminder of their ever-lasting love that would bind them together forever".
Later when Jack awoke in bed with his son beside him, he instantly checked the clock on the bedside table, it was 6 a.m. Feeling his son stir beside him, Jack kissed his forehead while making a mental note to thank Owen and Rhys. They made the right decision. Easing out of bed slowly so as not to wake his son, Jack showered and dressed leaving the door open to hear Josh if he woke.
Josh awoke in his parent's bed alone and a little frightened, "Daddy, daddy" he cried out. Jack rushed out from the bathroom to take his crying son in his arms, knowing it was hard for the little boy to have Ianto so suddenly MIA.
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In a hospital room in Newport, a drowsy patient in room 214 called out, "Josh" as the staff arrived to prepared him for his first treatment.
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