Jack was running around Cardiff like a mad man. There were dozens of Rift spikes to check, and tons of things distracting from the rift spikes. THe Immortal knew that it was John who was behind all this, leading him on a wild goose chase while he had Ianto.

Ianto. The captain's hands squeezed the steering wheel. He had said that he had a date that night. Jack remembered John's version of a date involving food booze, and then mind blowing sex. While he knew the Welshman wouldn't do anything like that, he had to wonder. Whatever they had between them, Ianto had ended it. And John could be very persuasive. He knew that if John could get Ianto into the bed with him, then he had no chance of ever making things right. Not that John was that good, no, he was great, but Ianto was better. If John was anything like Jack, then one taste of Ianto would be enough to get him hooked.

"Jack, Ianto wouldn't sleep with him" Tosh said through the COMM. Had he spoken aloud?

"What Tosh."

"Ianto. Even if Captain Hart managed to get Ianto to not kill him, Ianto loves you. He wouldn't sleep with him; he isn't that kind of guy." Jack's grip relaxed on the wheel slightly, before another wave of guilt washed over him.

"But he never knew." Jack whispered, anger and self-hatred filling his mind. "He never knew, Tosh. What if John promises him everything that I never gave him? Affection, attention, the dinners, the roses, Tosh, Ianto never knew that I love him. The one time I said it he thought I was lying. I need to find him, to tell him. I need to convince him, before he finds a way to move on." Tosh shook her head, understanding Jack, and feeling for him, somehow, she needed to communicate with Ianto.

"We will fix this Jack, we have too."

Owen hated Weevils. Running to another one of John's dead end rift spikes had lead him into a building housing hundreds of sleeping weevils. If anyone else had walked into that room, they would have been killed. If it would have been Jack, then killed multiple times. Now though, it was just Owen, and the weevils feared him.

"Tosh, we've got a problem."

"What is it Owen?" Tosh sounded worried, daft girl, she cares.

"Weevils. Hundreds of them. Whole building is full of 'em." The dead man shuddered leaving the building and barring the door behind him.

"Are you all right?"

"Yea Tosh, you know me. King of the Weevils." Tosh laughed softly.

"Well boys, that leaves 4 more spikes." Owen nodded, having started out with 24, this was a great improvement.

"One is in the center of, ugg, about half a dozen abandoned buildings, one in yet another shopping center, one in the park, really, who is he fooling, and then one is in the bridal sweet of a hotel." At the last one Owen groaned; leave it to Hart to jump in on someone's honey moon.

"Ok Captain, it's your ex, where do you think he is holding your other ex."

Ianto wasn't drunk. Buzzed, perhaps, lips loosened, stress ebbing, but not drunk. He leaned back in his chair sipping lightly on his third, and final, glass of wine.

"So Eye Candy, tell me, how did you and Jacky boy meet?" Ianto smiled, the memory a fond one, despite the pain that followed it.

"I was hiking, if you can believe it, just out for a late night walk, when I see this idiot fighting a weevil in the middle of the woods. I didn't recognize him, naturally, but when I saw the thing go for his throat, I reacted." Ianto's eyes lit up, and John leaned forward, absorbing the beauty that this man exuded.

"I bashed it over the head with a tree branch, knocked the thing out cold." Ianto shook his head. "I asked him about his cut, which by then had healed. Bloody idiot had said that he had gotten worse cuts from shaving," John laughed. "I asked him what it was, and he denied it, so I said 'Looked like a weevil to me.' He got real cold then, pulling the damn thing over his shoulder and walking off. I got a good look at him, and I recognized him, from Torchwood London. Captain Jack Harkness, he was every bit as handsome as they had bragged. And the fact that I recognized that scared the shit out of me."

John was concerned now, not liking the shadows creeping into Ianto's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I'm strait John. Well, I was. Before Jack I hadn't so much as glanced at another man, and then I meet this mysterious stranger in the woods, and I was instantly drawn to him. I couldn't have him walk away, so I complimented that damn coat of his. I was so guilty afterwards. I went back to my flat, checked on my half converted girlfriend in my guest room, and convinced myself that I had to get into Torchwood 3. At the time I thought it was for Lisa, to help her, to save her." He out his head in his hands. "Now I know that it was more for Jack. To know him, to figure out why I found him attractive, who he really was."

John leaned over the table, patting Ianto's back soothingly. Jack really had done a number on this man, and John wanted to fix it. That scared him. He never helped. Stole, shagged, and killed sure, but never helped. Ianto was changing him.

Owen and Jack had teamed up, searching a building a piece for the missing Welshman. Each building, they found, held another hint/trap for each of them. Currently, Jack was in the middle of a room without a floor, leading into a bloody pit of razors. The other side had a computer.

"Your ex really is a psychopath, Captain." Owen said into his com, while walking through the smoke filled room.

"Yea, he always had a flair for the dramatic. It made for entertaining sex." Jack grunted, nearly losing his grip on the ledge that he was on.

"Don't want to know Harkness." Jack chuckled to himself; oh what he would show Ianto. No, no sex, not until he took Ianto out. Wooed him like a proper boyfriend. If he got another chance, he wouldn't waste it.