The team returned to the HUB, slightly dirtied but no worse for wear. Tosh was the first to see the message light flickering on the screen.

"Hey, team Torchwood!" Jack froze, staring at the screen with horror. The last person that he had wanted to see was right in front of him.

"I was going to pop in for a visit, but I caught some interesting cinema on my way down." A few buttons were pressed and the footage of Gwen's wedding streamed across the screen. Followed by Jack and Tosh sitting in the HUB, and the playing of the Audio File that Tosh swore only Owen could have gotten his hands on. "It seems to me gorgeous, that you lost your Eye Candy."

Jack swore softly under his breath, not even bothering to be angered at Tosh for recording his confession.

"Hart, what the hell are you on about." Owen barked.

"Quiet Doc, I'm on your side. This time. I can't say that I liked seeing someone as beautiful as Eye Candy all heart broken, so I'm giving you a chance, here Jack. You have three days to find me, and rescue your handsome Prince, before I carry him off with me, through space and time." The sound of a groan behind the faux captain made him turn, "Three days Jacky boy. Make it count." Then it was gone.

Ianto woke up on a bed. The first thing he noticed was how soft it was, the second was that he could only move so far on it. He jolted upright, stretching the boundaries of his bindings. A good 6 inches every way, enough to be comfortable without getting enough leverage to get out of bed. The cool cloth didn't chafe his wrists, instead holding him firmly. He opened his eyes slowly, dreading what was to be seen. He was still fully clothed, thankfully, with only his tie slightly loosened. The bindings where cloth alright, but of a kind that even the son of a tailor couldn't place. Probably alien then. He was on some sort of quaint four post bed, complete with canopy. Another groan, this one of disgust, is this Jack's sick sort of idea of how to win him back? Tie him up and ravish him until he acquiesced? Well it wasn't going to work.

"Jack!" Ianto bellowed, anger spilling from his lips. He heard a soft chuckle-that wasn't Jack's- and a shadow pass behind the curtains of the bed. "This isn't funny." Ianto said, returning his voice to a state of deadly calm.

"It isn't a joke Eye Candy." Ianto jumped as the curtain disappeared, revealing the cocky visage of none other than John Hart. The man had a grin on his face, but upon seeing Ianto cringe away from him, it dimmed.

"Hey, relax Ianto; I'm not here to hurt you." Ianto rolled his eyes, keeping himself distanced.

"I find that hard to believe. You kidnapped me, and have me tied to a bed, in the middle of nowhere." John sighed, pulling a chair up to the bedside.

"I did this for you, well and to make that bastard of an ex sweat a little." Ianto laughed inwardly, Owen wasn't the only one how though Jack could be a Bastard. "I wanted to give you a choice. I saw what he did, at that- oh the overly excitable slutty one- her wedding and I wanted to throttle him." Ianto nodded.

"You and me both."

"And then I caught sight of you at that bar, and fighting of that blonde jack ass who wouldn't take a hint, and I realized that I actually don't want to see you going through all that." Ianto relaxed a fraction, still keeping his guard up, but looking the faux captain in the eye.

"Why?" John shrugged.

"I don't know, there is something about you Ianto Jones. You're like cat-nip to 51 century time agents. You draw us in with your beauty, and then keep us with your amazing personality and wit. It really isn't fair." Ianto was aghast. This man that he had hated for so long was here actually admitting his feelings for him, and worse Ianto felt for him. Maybe not what he felt for Jack, no, definitely not what he felt for Jack, but something.

"So what's the plan then? Kidnap me, tell me that you like me, and expect me to run into the sunset with you?" John laughed.

"No. I'm going to keep you here for a while, let Jack run the hounds searching for you, relax, I'm not going to hurt anybody, just through a few road blocks up and have him come to his senses a bit. If he cares, and finds you then great." Ianto looked warily at the Time Agent.

"What's the catch?" John grinned again, all charm.

"While we wait I'm going to wine and dine and try my damnedest to show you that I can be everything that you could ever want or need. And then, Ianto Jones, then you can choose."

Jack Harkness was livid. Not only had he just lost Ianto's heart, now be had his crazy ex-boyfriend vying against him to win it back. This is NOT how today was supposed to work. Jack punched the wall, satisfied by the smooth crack of knuckles smashing against brick. He was supposed to have Tosh lead Ianto out of the HUB, guide him secretly to this romantic restaurant were Jack would be waiting to apologize and beg for another chance.

"Jack." Tosh said, spinning him around. "Hurting yourself isn't going to do anyone any good. We need to focus, and find Ianto, so that you can get his heart back." Jack nodded, mutely.

"Now." The woman flew to her desk typing furiously to uncover the CCTV footage. "This is Ianto when he called to check on us." She pulled the footage up on the screen, showing Ianto leaning against the counter top; jacket pushed back and hand to his head as he spoke into the COMM. The call terminated, and Ianto turned back to the coffee machine, readying a brew. Then they saw it, a flash of crimson, an arm around Ianto's waist as another pressed a cloth the Welshman's shocked face. Then Captain Hart scooped the Archivist up into his arms bridal style, taking care to loosen his tie lightly, before nodding at the camera and disappearing in a flash of white.

Ianto Jones was confused. Here he was, prisoner of this man who had tried to kill him and all that he loved at one point, and he couldn't bring himself to hate him. He didn't love him, he wasn't Jack, but the offer to start over was a tempting one.

"Can you at least untie me? I really don't want to be afraid to go to sleep knowing that I can't fend off any…Unwanted advances." John looked injured, quickly slashing at the cloth binding Ianto's left wrist.

"I would never do that Eye Candy. I want to woo you, not rape you." Ianto smiled softly, at least that was something that he could believe, wooing was a challenge, and if John was anything like Jack, it would be one he couldn't pass up.

"So earlier you said that you wanted to give me everything that Jack couldn't, be what he wasn't." John perked at this. Hoping that Ianto was warming to the thought.

"So I want to set some guide lines. First, I am not a whore. I don't just sleep with every attractive guy that flashes me his come hither gaze. So rule one. No sex." John looked slightly crest fallen. "Don't pout Hart. You said that you wanted to be what Jack wasn't, well what Jack was sex. All sex. He never cared, he didn't try. So if you really want a shot? Woo me, don't seduce me. Second. You are a Jack ass. I'm still not happy about our first meeting, and frankly I don't know if I can forgive you, so if you really want to make it up to me? Treat me like a person, not like a pretty toy to play with Jack. And third, your dress sense is absolute rubbish." Ianto smiled, and even John had to chuckle. "Seriously. Do you ever wash your clothes or do you just expect your '51st century pheromones' to make up for that." Jack looked down at himself, grimacing slightly.

"Ok Eye Candy, I think your rules are fair, and you have a point, I do need some new threads." A few buttons were pressed and John was gone, Ianto allowed himself to fall back onto the bed.

"Jack, if you actually do care anything about me, you had better hurry, because there is another Captain wanting your spot. And I'm half tempted to let him have it."