5

Ianto was watching intently as the other dickhead got down off the roof, his face full of horror as he ran around the house to help those still addled in the back yard. The ones in the front yard were still down, the one electrocuted was still unconscious and the one trying to help him was unaware of the fact that the front door was slowly opening.

Ianto cursed softly as he saw a flash of something light in the darkness and then the man who had been shaking the body was screaming as Myfanwy latched onto his ear. Ouch. Specific. Wow… for a big dog she had delicate teeth, able to grasp an …. Oops. Well. That's off.

Ianto was rooted to the spot, his mouth slightly open as he watched his dog spit out the ear and then lunge for the man's throat. Then came a shout as one of those from the back started to run for the front to help the man screaming and writhing under the dog.

Ianto shot from the hip, hitting him in the chest with a non-lethal rubber bullet he knew would hurt like hell. The man behind him slowing with surprise, even as a third one ran past them both to continue running for the dog.

Ianto aimed at the head of the man he now recognized.

Lisa's screw.

Really?

Ianto fired with open malice, this time the bullet real and the aim just as true. The man's head exploded like a watermelon and he grinned swinging to aim at the other two. The crispy critter staggering to the front yard still smoking made them all stop and gape.

He looked like something from a horror movie, Ianto aiming for the one still staggering to his feet after the bullet impact, this time hitting the idiot in the shoulder, swinging him back into the gardenias.

Damn.

Ianto stepped down and made a soft noise in his throat calling Myfanwy to him as he aimed at another man. The man responding by scrambling for the nearest vehicle. Ianto fired at it, watching the fuel tank go up.

Myfanwy yelped and he saw one of the men throwing something at her, kicking out at the grenade with alarm, sending it back into the men.

BOOM

"Shit. Not cleaning that up" Ianot muttered to himself as he walked down the steps to fire into the writhing bodies, all of them forfeit as far as he was concerned.

Then he walked over to the one on the ground, the fucker. Lisa's fluff.

He fired into him a few more times to feel better.

Then came the hit from behind that had him forced to his knees with the shock of it, rolling quickly to his back to look up at his assailant. Seve? A seventh? Wait… no. Evens, always twos… where is number eight?

Even as he thought of Jack, the fucker kicked at him and Ianto whistled softly, telling Myfanwy to retreat. The dog did not need a second command, running off along the side of the house, disappearing in the undergrowth that Ianto knew led to the pathway to the cottage.

Good girl.

Defend.

Ianto then seized the boot coming at him again, twisting it savagely as the man yelped the gun he was turning at Ianto went off and Ianto was a little deafened for a moment but as the man fell Ianto rolled on top and started to choke him out.

Something punched at his side.

Ouch.

Fuck.

Fucker hit me? Was I just shot? Can't hear… wait… Ianto looked down and saw a knife protruding from his hip like some sort of handle. Not a love handle… a hate handle… stop it. Focus.

Ianto snarled, his thumbs moving as temper took over and the satisfying crack as the man's neck snapped was faint but loud enough to penetrate the ringing in Ianto's ears.

Ianto staggered to his feet, looked at the bodes and counted.

Seven.

Fuck.

He staggered off after his dog as a high pitched squeal started in the woods.

Please let it be Number 8…. Not Myf making that noise.

Please.

.

.

Jack could hear something outside the Snuffling noise of a badger? He listened intently, then heard a soft bang on the patio.

He settled in the chair and took a moment to glance at his little girl before training the gun, the huge dog beside him becoming rigid as she listened as well, her head canted slightly.

When the door swung inward and Jack cocked the gun, his face one of pure determination he was met with someone he did not expect.

"Well… goooooollllleeeeeee Pardner… ya got me deeeead bayyyaaang."

"John?"

John was thurst into the house as Myfanwy shoved from behind and he laughed, swinging to then duck as Ianto's fist brushed over his head. "Easy there."

Jack seized John and yanked him back, slamming him into the chair Jack had just vacated.

"WAIT!" John yelled da the Webley swung at him "Jesus."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looing for you lover" John purred, then yelped as Ianot kicked the seat of the chair, sending it back to slam into the floor. Then Ianto steppe forward, the gun in his hand aimed at him.

"Not to change the subject here Eye Candy… there is a knife sticking out of you there" John pointed.

Ianot removed the knife with not a slightest care, no emotion or grimace, then flicked it to land in the floor by John's head. "That one?"

"Fuck me" John said with wide eyes.

"No John… you are already fucked if you don't talk fast" Ianto said, surprising Jack as he spoke with such… familiarity.

"I saw the squad moving and knew they were coming for you because that black bitch…" John yelped as Ianto snarled, leaning in to hiss "I am of a missed race family… or did you forget my cousins are black?"

"Fair enough" John grinned "And Martha sez hi by the way. Sent a little care package with me."

They all looked at the phone in his and Jack snatched it up, the moved to the little girl who had woken by the noise, and started to sniffle.

John looked again at the monster standing over him and grinned weakly.

Yeah, Ianto remembered him.

The gun was still ready to fire.

John raised his hands over his head and waited for the man to calm down a notch.

He usually did.

Usually.