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A/N:Thank to my awesome beta reader ''J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck'', for taking the time from her busy schedule to beta this chapter . Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, alerted or favourited this story , Also a special thanks to ''Theta'sWorstNightmare''.

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Chapter-24

The Torchwood team left for Newport with Jack driving the SUV at death defying speed. Gwen couldn't help but wonder what other information Jack and Tosh might have and were keeping from them. Why had Jack needed to talk with Tosh in the hub while she and Owen remained in his office? From the corner of her eye she could see Jack and Tosh exchanging looks. 'What the hell is going on with them?' She thought, almost feeling bitter to be left out of the loop, it's not like she was an outsider she was part of the team.

While Gwen was focused on Jack and Tosh, Owen sat in the back clutching his seat as his stomach churned, mumbling how Jack's driving should be a crime and was a weapon of mass destruction against humanity's existence. There was no scenery or cars to look at, everything outside the windows of the SUV were nothing but blurs. Their fearless leader was cutting their travel time in half. 'The tea-boy will definitely owe me for this', Owen thought with sarcasm, but smiling deep down, knowing he would do anything to make sure Ianto was safe.

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In Newport a frightened Abby pleaded with Wilfred to wake up, she was startled by the sound of an unexpected moan as his eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. Seeing that Wilfred was now responding, Abby left his side, running to the phone on the counter to call Mary.

Mary was relaxing in a comfortable wingback chair, reading one of her favorite mystery novels in the family room. Hearing the phone ring she answered with a serene voice.

"Hello."

"Mrs. Davies, Wilfred collapsed! Please come to the bookstore, I'm frightened", Abby's words rapidly spilled from her mouth like a pot bubbling over, she sounded urgent and desperate.

Hearing Abby's words Mary felt a sharp pain pierce her heart, she needed to get to her son. Her legs felt like they were going to collapse, but somehow she made it. Mary arrived to find her son awake, although still lying on the bookstore floor. Rushing to kneel beside him she kissed his forehead.

"Wilfred sweetheart, are you ok?"'' Mary asked, concern written clearly across her face.

Wilfred look up at his mother through blurred vision and made an attempt to smile while holding her hand tightly.

"Yes, mom, I'm fine," he replayed, trying to relieve the fear he heard in her voice. But in reality he wasn't fine, how could he explain what was happening to him? The visions, this Jack, was he someone special in his life? And if he was, how special?

Mary ran her hands over her son's head and body checking for injuries. After Wilfred reassured her he wasn't hurt, Mary and Abby wanted to help him to the couch in the office, but Wilfred insisted he wanted to go home. Mary not wanting to refuse her son anything gave into his wishes as she and Abby assisted an unsteady Wilfred out the back door of the bookstore into their home. They helped him to the much loved, red chenille fabric Melrose Sofa and he managed to make himself comfortable before Mary went to get him a couple of paracetamol and some water, while Abby stayed by his side.

Wilfred looked into Abby's worried face and apologized for upsetting her. Abby knew of the tragedy Wilfred had been through as he'd explained what Dr. Steward had said, and told her about his having had a somewhat similar incident while he was still in the hospital.

"No apology needed", Abby said with a smile, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

When Mary came back with the pain medication, Abby suddenly remembered she hadn't closed the bookstore properly. Abby left to return to the bookstore, kissing Wilfred's forehead, saying she would be back soon.

Mary handed Wilfred the paracetamol and suggested they call Dr. Steward, but Wilfred refused.

"Mom I have an appointment with him on Monday. We were told this could happen when my memories started to return."

In the bookstore Abby made sure to close down everything properly and locked the front door. She was about to return to the Davies' home when she made a decision. She believed Wilfred Senior's family needed him. Going to the counter she looked for the emergency contact list the Davies left for their employees. Finding Wilfred Senior's mobile number, she called him, informing him of what had transpired. He thanked her for calling and assured Abby that he would be returning, as soon as possible.

Wilfred Senior wasted no time calling Dr. Steward. Everything had been perfect, so what the hell happened?

The phone rang for a while before it was answered on the other end.

"Hello, Dr. Steward, speaking. How may I help you?"

"Dr Steward, this is Wilfred Davies Sr. We have a problem, I was headed out of town for the weekend and just received a call. Wilfred had a relapse."

As Dr. Steward listened to Wilfred Senior he clenched his fist in anger.

"What the hell happened?" Dr. Steward snapped.

"I don't know. I'm on my way back as we speak .You need to go to my house right away," Wilfred Senior urged, clearly panicking. "I will meet you there in fifteen minutes."

"Call your family and tell them to expect me. All my hard work would have been for nothing, I need to get your son back into the hospital for another treatment NOW!" With that the doctor cut the conversation short, not bothering to say 'goodbye', nearly slamming the receiver of the phone back on its dock.

Dr. Steward was beyond furious; he needed to get to the Davies' son right away. If he doesn't stop the memories from resurfacing, he'll be exposed and his career, as well as his long term friendship with Dr. Colin Hugh co-owner of the hospital, would be ruined. No one was supposed to have ever known of his device, what if the kid remembered? Dr. Steward opened his medical bag and filled a syringe with a deadly dose of medication. If he couldn't stop the memories he would stop the son. What is one more death? Closing his medical bag he rushed to the Davies' home.

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Thanks to his manic driving, Jack and his team were now five minutes out from Newport.

"Jack I've got it, I have Ianto's signal and location! He's definitely in Newport," Tosh exclaimed smiling.

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