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Jack was beside himself.
He roared and railed against the walls of the corridor as he raced up to the main hub, already calling to Tosh for CCTV.
A flicker of the lights.
A shadow.
Gone.
Jack fell to his knees as he started to roar.
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Ianto was aware of cold.
He opened his eyes and looked around with confusion, not recognizing the room.
Then he remembered and started to struggle in the restraints.
He screamed for Jack.
He raged at the blinking red light.
He sobbed for himself.
Then he stilled as he heard a returning growl.
Ianto lay still, testing the restraints again and the faint noise egged him on.
A scream, followed by more.
These restraints were quite good, they were strong.
But he would never have chosen them.
Not for her.
He started to laugh as Janet rampaged outside the cold, sterile room.
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Ianto blinked as he was suddenly looking at … well … Ianto.
"You can mimic?" he asked with surprise.
"When we must"
"She is angry" Ianto sighed, "Please don't hurt her, she is only scared for me."
"What is she?"
"We don't know where they come from. We call them Weevils" Ianto said as he closed his eyes and let images and memories flood his mind.
He opened his eyes and watched his doppelganger nod as it considered.
"You are proven to be our most interesting pet" it informed him.
"I am no more a pet than she is" Ianto bristled, "I am a prisoner. I am injured!"
"Injured?"
"My wrist, your restraints are too tight, you draw blood" Ianto said, then snorted, "But I am just a thing to you!"
Another scream , closer this time.
"Please. Don't hurt her" Ianto begged, "She is my friend."
"She is not yours, not of your kind" his mirror image frowned.
"Love does not exist in similarities; if it did I would never have fallen in love with a former Time Agent," Ianto scoffed, "Bloody flirting, pain in the arse!"
His other self canted its head and studied him.
The door flew in and slammed against the wall as Janet finally found him.
She surged forward crooning as she tore at the table, trying to free her baby.
"Oh Janet" Ianto sighed as he reached out and touched a bloodied cheek, "What did they do to you my love?"
Janet moaned and rubbed her face into his chest.
His other self considered.
Ianto chose to ignore him. It. Hir. Whatever!
He cuddled Janet and sang softly to calm her.
"What is the name of your chosen mate?"
"Captain Jack Harkness" Ianto said absently, "Face of Boe, they used to call him."
A small nose alerted him to another being, this one more like a giraffe than a person.
A poor imitation.
"Boe?"
"Boeshane peninsular, yes." Ianto sighed, "Look, what are you going to do now? Grandfather will kill you, if not him then his wife, my lovely daughter River surely will. If they bring Jack he will just tear the place apart to show his rage.""
They considered and looked at one another.
Ianto rolled his eyes.