The first instinct of the three Torchwood members was to stay out of the Captain's way, and avoid the Tea-boy until whatever had happened had cooled down. Unfortunately for them that wasn't an option. Tosh bit the bullet, diving strait into the issue at hand. She pulled a map onto the screen.
"UNIT reported the delivery complete at 06:00 this morning, however, our eyes at the drop off point reported that UNIT had not arrived, as of 10 minutes ago." She clicked the computer once more.
"Their tracker last reported being in Cardiff, but that was three hours ago." The immortal nodded, his arms crossed over his chest.
"So what do you think is going on?" Ianto stepped forward, zooming in on the map and narrowing his eyes in concentration.
"That area is right off the water. Probably a large number of warehouses and factories. More than likely UNIT owns some of them. My money is on them being held there." Tosh nodded.
"That was my initial thought, but something doesn't add up." Gwen swung her legs of her desk, standing with the slightest of wavers. Ianto could feel the residual pain from a bad hang over rippling off of her.
"Why? I know that Ulrich woman was a bit dodgy, but I don't see why she would risk breaking orders." A wave of fear came from Jack, and Ianto staggered slightly.
"It was me." Ianto shook his head.
"No, sir, as much as I know that you love blaming yourself, I have a feeling that she had prior orders to undermine our authority. That was my whole purpose in putting a distress beacon with them." Tosh nodded.
"That hasn't been activated. Do you think that they were harmed and can't use it?" The thought panicked the Welshman, but logic prevailed.
"No. Glib and Fall don't have a perfect grasp on humans or our workings. If UNIT has them in holding, then they would assume that it was part of procedure, they would trust them." Owen shook his head.
"What I don't understand is how it's taken us nearly a whole bloody day to figure out that something is wrong." Ianto nodded, the faintest of blushes filling his features.
"You're not wrong, we all have been a bit off lately." The Welshman glanced at the captain, who he saw glowering into space. "Any thoughts, sir?' The Welshman saw his lover flinch at the tittle, and come back to his senses.
"I feel like we're missing something here." Gwen shook her head.
"You just don't want to admit that UNIT can do something like this to disobey you." Jack bristled again, but a squawk from about drowned out his words. Myfanwy drifted down softly beside the team, causing all but Ianto to jump back. The Welshman put his hand forward, gently stroking the Pteranodon's beak.
"My Myfanwy. Hey girl. What's the matter cariad?" Myfanwy squawked again, softly, and nuzzled her head into the Welshman's hand. He noticed that he could fee; her nearly as clearly as he could Jack, though that slight twinge of pain still lingered when he did so. He felt urgency with each squawk and shuffle, as well as something akin to happiness at his touch. She took the corner of his shit into her beak tugging it gently and squawking again.
"Blimey Tea-boy? That Pterodactyl is your pet? I mean I knew that you fed her, but geese it's almost as if it's a dog!" The Welshman smiled softly She tugged again, and squawked back and Ianto."
"First of, she's a Pteranodon. Second, I think she's trying to tell us something." Gwen snorted.
"What, did Timmy fall down a well." The dead man laughed, and Tosh smirked, but Jack felt the Welshman's annoyance.
"Ianto, she keeps pulling on your shirt, and looking off." As if prompted, Myfanwy did exactly that, except with a little side step added to it. Her urgency grew and Ianto got the message
"She wants me to follow her." Gwen and Owen stared at the Archivist with open mouths while Tosh simply smiled. Whatever Jack had done to upset Ianto earlier, The Welshman had forgotten it now that Myfanwy was here.
"Do as she says. I wouldn't argue with a pre-historic creature if I was you." The Welshman chuckled.
"I argue with you all the time, and we still seem to be fine." The immortal rolled his shoulders, trying to physically lesson the blow of his lovers quip.
"Very funny. Now on you go, follow the Dinosaur an let's see what she had for us." The Welshman felt what his words had done to Jack, and he instantly regretted them. He turned and stepped forward to Myfanwy
"Alright girl, I'll follow you, now where are we going?" Before Ianto, or anyone for that matter, could react, Myfanwy scooped The Welshman up by the back of his shirt, and carried him up into the upper reaches of the HUB. Jack was shouting from below, Tosh and Gwen looked on in horror, and Owen pulled out a gun, ready to shoot her down. Ianto himself was startled, but he felt no malice
Or discontent from the creature. Only urgency towards her task, and affection directed at himself.
The captain seemed to sense Ianto's easy, as he turned to the others.
"I don't think that that is necessary, Owen." The captain pushed the end of the dead man's barrel down, but the doctor persisted.
"Tea-boy just gets high jacked by a dinosaur, and you bloody let him?" The immortal leaned in close to the dead man, looking him strait in the eye, and whispered.
"I don't think Myfanwy will hurt him, because Ianto says that she won't." The doctor wrenched his gun free and pulled back, holstering it.
"Fine. But if anything happens to 'im, I'll personally kill you." The immortal nodded trying not to laugh at how much like a brother Owen had become to Ianto.
Ianto landed in a heap at the mouth of Myfanwy's den. He saw now, what the creature had thought important enough to share. The Welshman stroked the pteranodon's beak once more, before calling down over the edge of the platform.
"You guys may want to get up here, and Owen bring your med bad, we're going to need it."
"Glib?" The Welshman whispered, and the pale purple mass quivered slightly. Ianto unbuttoned his shirt, laying it on the ground and rolling the tentacle mass gently onto it. Then came the hard part, discerning the injuries inflicted by Myfanwy with those inflicted by someone else. Myfanwy's were pretty strait forward. Three talon marks in the soft flesh behind a few tentacles. The other marks, fresh burns and sections removed, all seemed to be bleeding a thick blue liquid. The sight of it broke Ianto's heart.
"Glib, I am so sorry. I should have been able to stop this. I should never have let that fowl woman take you." The hollow clang of someone climbing the rungs of a ladder drew the Welshman's eyes behind him. He was greeted by Jack, his hands clenched in fists at his side, and Tosh, who was carrying Owen's med bag.
"Ianto. Please tell me that Myfanwy did all of that." Jack hissed through gritted teeth. The Welshman shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not Jack. These three holes here are Myfanwy's but they don't seem to be that painful compared to the burns and missing chunks." The immortal advanced forward, fury burning in his eyes. The Welshman thought it directed at the pteranodon, and held up his hands.
"Jack, someone tortured him, and Myfanwy saved him. I don't know how she did it, or how she even knew how, but she did it. Now let's get him down to the autopsy bay so maybe Owen can save him. We have to hurry." Jack, cast one more wary glare at the pteranodon before grabbing the other side of the creature and attesting to lift him. The result was Ianto and Jack half dragging half carrying Glib to the edge of Myfanwy's roost.
"How do we get him down, he's too big to carry down, and He's too injured to leave up here." Ianto simply shook his head them at the immortal, before hitting a switch on the wall. a metal trough descended from the ceiling. A confused look was earned from both Tosh and Jack, but the Welshman simply ignored them, dragging his half of the alien into the metal trough. The immortal followed suit, before Ianto lowered the trough all the way down to the floor of the HUB. Owen appeared below them, he and Gwen hefting the creature onto a stretcher and wheeling him to the autopsy bay. Tosh and Jack descended quickly, while Ianto turned to his pteranodon and smiled.
"You did well today Myfanwy, Little lovely one. I'll bring you a chocolate later." He rubbed her snout once more, smiling at how affection and happiness filled his senses. "Good girl." She squawked at him once more as he descended the ladder into the HUB.
The Welshman saw Tosh and Owen rushing about trying to figure out how to treat injuries on a creature they knew little about. Gwen Had begun to full every available large container with water, and Jack came up to him with his arms crossed over his chest. However, the normally authoritative gesture seemed more defensive.
"Ianto, can I just?" He held a hand out for a moment, and the Welshman just looked at it, before sighing and stepping into forward. The immortal wrapped his arms around his lover, burying his face in the Welshman's shoulder.
"Yan, I'm sorry. I never should have let UNIT take them. I never should have questioned you." The Welshman hid his smile in Jack's shirt.
"We are going to fix this Jack. It wasn't your fault about UNIT. As for questioning me, well, we are both new to this whole relationship thing aren't we?" The immortal chuckled, pulling back from his lover.
"Well it has been a while. I mean the last time I was in a serious relationship-" The captain shook himself. "Let's just say it's been a while." Ianto shook his head.
"Before I was born right?" The captain grimaced. "Yea, thought so. Well at least you still have your looks sir." Jack laughed at that. Tosh walked over, hair pulled up and clothes rumbled, blue stained her hands.
"He's still alive, though barely. Owen is going to keep patching, but we've gotten most of the major issues fixed. I don't know when Myfanwy got him, but I'm glad she did" Ianto nodded, rubbing his bare arms absentmindedly.
"It must have happened when she was released for her evening flight." Tosh crossed her arms over her chest, confused.
"Evening flight? But doesn't somebody have to let her put for that?" The Welshman grinned.
"Not necessarily. I wrote a program that crosses weather and flight patterns, and lets her out when they coincide to keep her both safe and unseen. That way if I'm busy I don't have to worry about her getting cooped up." Both The technician and the immortal looked at Ianto with new eyes.
"That, that's brilliant! Ianto I never knew that you could program, and you would have to have built an automated system for the door." The technician spouted, flabbergasted.
"I built that feeding trough. The hydraulics for the door were already there, so it wasn't that difficult to-" Owen stepped out of the autopsy bay.
"When you too finish chatting over Tea-boy's apparent technological prowess, Glib is awake." Jack laughed again, Ianto rubbed the back of his neck, and Tosh simply blushed slightly.
"If you want, I could show you the algorithms I used later." Tosh smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically as the Welshman followed the dead man into the autopsy bay.