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Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

Ianto could sense Owen's approach through Mountholer's mind. It was excited, Ianto could clearly see that. The creature has seen enough of Ianto's mind to know what the little Doctor could do, and all the knowledge that Ianto possessed was almost in reach for him, he would be more powerful than ever, and smart enough to handle this world. His previous victims were ordinary people that were confused by this creature and its questions. That was limiting experience, but having Ianto and Owen for himself he would know exactly where to look and where to hide. And the Hub, Mountholer could now see it in Ianto's mind, was perfect hide out, much better than this one.

Ianto was growing desperate by creature's ability to toss and turn his mind without his permission, and it would only get worse once the wall came tumbling down. Mountholer was so close that Ianto could see the picture creature was seeing. Owen was sweeping the floor with his flash light searching for the moving head, not looking up. But the head was above Owen, moving beside him on top of crates, Ianto could sense its movements, although he didn't know yet how it is done. It wasn't flying; there was a sensation of wooden bumps of the crates.

Ianto suddenly realised that Owen was moving his way, he was bait, the doctor would run to his side, kneel down and then Mountholer would strike him in the back without even a return blow. Ianto could feel his own mouth preparing to speak, calling out for help, he could see the words in his mind, cry for help that would bring the doctor running. Mountholer waited for the right moment so Owen didn't get any time to think.

Ianto struggled but it was in vain, he wasn't his own, and the creature had his full attention on the doctor. To his horror Ianto could now see from the corner of his eye rest of his new body approaching all joyful. What could he do? What Jack would do? He would surely think of something and not just sit there helpless. All the images of Jack replayed in his head, but luckily Moungholer didn't notice, he was preoccupied holding the words in Ianto's head, he was merely a tool. That reminded Ianto of Jack's smile when he ran off to talk to Tosh, before everything. Jack running, he could at least enjoy his memories before they weren't his own anymore. He hated the thought that he would be sharing them with Owen till death tore them apart. Well at least the doctor wouldn't be able to enjoy it much. Jack smiling, he ought to smile a lot more. Maybe he was smiling now.

`Please, Owen help me` the thought was ready and Ianto smirked in irony, he would avoid that sentence if he could, it was not like him at all. That caught Mountholder's attention.

`What would you say?` he demanded through the walls that still were between them. When Ianto didn't respond Mountholder started to rewind all his memories of stressful situations. It was over in a flash. His father, arrest, the first day at Torchwood One, Lisa being converted, the confrontation with Jack, dragging Lisa in the Hub, punching Jack, the cannibals, Jack's death. It stopped there suddenly concerned with the small man before him. Maybe he was small but he could kill, he couldn't afford mistakes. The Creature knew Ianto was right, he wouldn't plead, he hadn't in any situation before, and they were even worse than this one. Although Mountholder didn't think it was something unpleasant, being a part of him.

`You will be a good spine` he told Ianto `maybe best one yet because you don't bend easily, and you will love it once you let go off your old self, it only brought you pain anyway. So help me or you're dead anyway, there is no going back from this`

It wasn't all pain, thought Ianto to himself thinking of the good times with Lisa, and it wasn't all consuming Jack kneeling before him pop in his mind, unbuckling his trousers. That gave him idea, but he kept himself quiet. If ever there was a time to have control over his thoughts this was the time. So he cleared his head and just repeated that moment of Jack unbuckling his belt, he let his solitude wash over him at the sight, then he just added his catch phrase, `right then`. He prayed silently it would work.

Mountholder wasn't convinced; it looked like strange request so he asked the other two people that couldn't lie to him anymore, that couldn't hide.

`No, it is strange request` said the women, Sandra.

`I don't understand` said Sara.

`Don't be naive, it's all normal now, two grown man in a warehouse searching for each other in the dark. Of course he would say that, if nothing to mess around with the other`

Mountholder was satisfied with that answer because he saw in Ianto's mind that they did fight and throw words at each other. It was time, and Mountholder made his decision.

"Right then" Ianto's mouth said "Owen, help me put my trousers up."

Through Mountholder's eyes he could see Owen freezing.

"Ianto you wanker" he said with mock in his voice then suddenly lifted his gun and flash light up right. Mountholder realised his mistake and threw himself towards Owen. Owen threw himself on the floor and rolled over avoiding the spiked horn. He jumped to his feet but Mountholder was already charging towards him. Owen jumped over Ianto and Mountholder's head; once again it hit Ianto in the side. This time the head did feel that pain and it was distracted it for a split second, which was all Owen needed; he fired his gun and shot Mountholder right in his forehead just above its horn.

It died instantly but for Ianto that moment seemed like an eternity. He could feel creature's death like it was his own, worse yet he felt how other the three people, the bird and the dog were dying too, slower, with desperation and anger. Ianto held on to his memories trying to ignore their pain. He concentrated on the moment he laid on the blanket and felt like crying. It was dark, just like now, but it was peaceful and he felt so alive, maybe his sorrow made him alive. He should have cried then, not to make things different, but to live through that moment fully. He could barely breath, his mind wasn't over his control, and soon he would pass out.

"Alright mate" Owen was still by his side "This will sting and unfortunately I will have to pull down your trousers."

Ianto felt Owen stabbed a needle in his behind, it stung, but after a minute he felt his arms unlock and he fell to the floor with a sigh of relief.

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