Here it is my 2nd take on Flat Holm, it's not easy to try to picture it. Hope I didn't do too badly. Thnx to my beta, mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Beta-ed: TattooedLibrarian

Spoiler alert: Adrift

Ianto walked determined and without looking back, he knew Jack was watching, but when the front door was closed behind him he crouched to the ground letting out a silent scream. After a minute he got up, but then had to sit on the lower step. He leaned his face to the cold fence and closed his eyes. There, glued to his eyelids, were the things he had seen tonight. All of those people lost and found so terribly wrong. How many of them were still out there, lost forever in some burning star or pure vacuum. He held tightly to the bars like the thin metal could hold him in this place and time. Ianto had never felt so small and utterly unprotected. He let tears slid down his face without shame. His Lisa and her pain didn't seem so big and unfair now. All those people and the people who loved them didn't deserve that either. Universe was just like that sometimes, unpredictable and without mercy. Ianto knew it was time he had gotten used to it and the best way he could do that was help the ones that had returned.

That thought brought him to his feet and up the stairs to his flat. He settled onto the sofa and began to write down a list things he could do. After that, he started personal files for each resident at Flat Holm and included the notes he had taken during his visit.

Lonnie, the girl that fell through time from the early 16th century was so severely burned that only assumption was that she fell through while being burned at the stake. The poor girl was still convinced she was a witch, and that she had fallen into hell. Ianto was sure they could do something for her to convince her that she was not a witch or in hell. That she was just ill, maybe delusional and she forgot her life before.

Frank, the old man who had fallen through the Rift, and ended up in Sontar empire, caught in the middle of their war. Having lived his entire life in the war he had lost his ability to speak coherently, he just shouted 'Sontar, ha' until he fell from exhaustion. After each meal he punished himself by banging his head against the wall. Ianto thought perhaps he could be introduced to some battle games which would simulate some violence on which he got used to over years. Maybe they could establish some place where he could work out, to burn some of his extra adrenalin, that could calm him and reduce his need to smash his head and cause further pain. Keeping that kind of adrenalin drove energy locked up just made things worse.

Ianto paused in his work remembering what Jack had said about Owen and his obsession. He could understand that now, but he couldn't become useless to these people just because he couldn't fix them. He tore the sheets out of the notebook he had been working in and started again without plans of fixing everything. Instead he focused on their environment. His memory served him well as he mentally counted cracks on the walls, moisture in the air, and lack of anything bright in there. He could introduce into their space things that could remind them of home or could make them feel more at peace with their current surroundings instead of it feeling like prison. The big storage room could be converted into exercise room. He didn't expect of them to gather around and mingle, but their monitors could help them do something else than hurting.

Of course that couldn't be expected from Tanya, a woman whose insides were turned inside out, and you could see them pulsing and working. It was unclear how everything continued to function and it was all so entangled that no one dared to touch it. Upon seeing herself her mind had withdrawn into itself and she had been unresponsive since. Then there was Lynette whose whole body was covered in painful open blisters that could never be healed because the blisters were a biotrophic life form and couldn't be removed without killing Lynette.

Ianto crossed over his eyes with his palm to erase all that. He put the papers down and sat back in sofa. He'd burn out if he tried to absorb it all at once. He had to shake it from his mind but it wasn't easy. After Lisa was put into the cyber unit he had built for her from scraps and junk that was left in the ruins, he spent a whole week just sitting there and watching her. He repeated all that had happen over and over again in his mind, but he had to move and do something to save her. So he went out to look for the Torchwood agents he had avoided when he was looking for parts, now he knows he looked for Tosh and Owen, but they were already gone. They took with them crucial parts of cyber units that he needed for Lisa. That forced him to follow them in Cardiff, to retrieve things Lisa needed to recover, or at least she made him believe that. Either way, Jack said that caring for Lisa made him capable for this task. Maybe he was right. But the difference between these people and Lisa was the fact Ianto didn't love any of them, he didn't even know them. That should make it easier to help them objectively.

When Jack said Lisa's name it sounded so strange coming from his mouth. It was like two worlds were colliding. He had said it like she had been some distant relative that sadly past away from some unfortunate illness, and not shot in the chest by Jack and the rest of them. But that wasn't fair, not anymore. Ianto knew for sure Jack was sorry he was force to kill her, he had done it because there was no other way If he hadn't, Ianto knew, he would eventually stand up and pull the trigger to kill the monster that possessed his Lisa and forced her to open up heads and steal lives. How could he ever have survived that? Ianto wrapped his arms around himself and regretted for brief moment that Jack was there now to chase all these thoughts away. But that was nonsense. He couldn't invite Jack over while Lisa still was with him, not literally but her pictures, music, blankets, pillows and other things.

There were two moments of human touch that Ianto craved so much that evening. It almost brought him pain when Jack made circles with his palm on Ianto's back. And the comfort of a hug that was impossible to take without crashing into the man and showing all weakness that possessed him. Glancing at the next file Ianto justified to himself that Jacob's displaced limbs were too much to handle that night and he had done enough of that for the evening. He sorted out the papers and placed them into their respective folders.

Jack chose him for this task for a reason, that reason was his ability to withstand pain and function under it. Jack had put it in other words, but it was the pain in the end that he could ignore and just go on like nothing is happening.

"You just look phlegmatic" Jack's words rolled in the back of Ianto's mind while he was preparing for bed. Sometimes he regretted that he undressed for Jack, now he would usually pop in Ianto's mind whenever he started to unbutton his shirt, he could clearly see those blue eyes staring at his moving hands.

"You decided that I'm not important" Ianto could hear how Jack says that while he was putting on his pyjama with blue and white stripes. When Jack spoke about Rift incident he rolled it between Lisa and Tosh; but even underneath all that Ianto could hear small ring of disappointment in his voice. In that moment Ianto almost jumped in and explained that it was just the opposite that he shoot Owen because Jack would, because Jack would want for Rift to stay closed, but then Owen's mocking face smirked in his memory and he closed his mouth.

"Pity" Ianto thought to himself while he fell into sleep "that Jack didn't decide to take us back to the Hub where my car was parked. If he had, I surely wouldn't have turned back from his oh so beautiful smile."