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Ianto yelped as he tried to pull away from the arsehole currently terrorizing him with that needle and the little prick at the end of it…. Yeah…Owen. Jack was holding him firmly with fake platitudes like it was not his fault in the first place that the bloody thing had managed to bite Ianto on the hip before it died.

If only he hadn't wanted to bag and tag it straight away instead of securing the scene like Ianto wanted. The time taken would have had the fucker show itself as still alive, or it would have expired in the mud. But no… get that side Ianto, lift here Ianto, watch that bit sliding Ianto, shit it's moving Ianto… sorry Ianto.

SIGH

"I know, I am sorry Tiger. I know, I am so sorry" Jack kept repeating as he tried to look assertive in telling Owen to go for it, his fear bleeding into his voice as Ianto yelped and slapped.

"Look. I have to numb the area of ya want it properly irrigated and disinfected!" Owen scolded.

Ianto growled softly as he finally relented, and Owen swore as he was allowed to see how deep the fangs had gone "Fuck. These punctures are through the abdominal wall. Shit. Well… superglue?"

"Superglue" Ianto agreed between his grinding teeth as the freezing was useless on him as always "Just… do it."

Owen finished up and sat back "Right. No shower for the day, I know…I know… shower tonight when we know the glue has really set"

Ianto rolled off the gurney and looked at the remains of his trousers, the waist band cut through. No mind, the torn area was gone anyway. Damn it had bitten hard. He limped off to change clothes at least, the smell of disinfectant soon filling the Hub as he scrabbed down the Medical Bay with open malice.

"Don't re-open anything ya fucking nutta" Owen roared and a hand came up from the steps with one finger extended to show he had heard him, Owen sniggering to himself as he went back to work at his workstation.

Ianto did not sleep well that night.

Weird dreams of falling, flying and a purple sky. Stupid shit and he hadn't even eaten cheese.

Next morning, he woke and checked the wound while having a pee, glad to see it had crusted over and the superglue had held. He felt tender but not overly so and with the freezing now gone he had expected more pain. He hoped for a good 'neekid time' with Jack tonight, as that always seemed to heal him faster. Jack had no idea his specialness could rub off… but apparently it could.

After that shower he wanted, he dressed and had breakfast, the cat from next door that seemed to have adopted him wanting some bacon too. After he fed him and bopped him on the head a few times, he headed into work.

He dropped some coins into the cup of the beggar who always hung around the quay and the man was already rising to rush inside the store to get some soup and warmth, only paying customers allowed inside. Why Ianto always made sure he had more than enough spare change for soup and hopefully he would use the rest for a sandwich or something.

It was an uneventful day with Owen checking him over and doing a scan to make sure he was not growing an appendage. When he got near the groin area Ianto caught the sarcastic little fucker's joke and seized his hand, snarling until Owen laughed and backed off, commenting that the third leg was definitely still there.

Then it was work as usual. Lunch was as usual, Chinese today and Ianto was hungry. He hadn't eaten much yesterday, the bite making him nauseous and after a normal day… as normal as it can get with Torchwood… Ianto headed home again.

Rinse and repeat for the rest of the week and by the weekend he was champing at the bit to get out of here.

He spent the weekend at his grandfather's old property, so much to do since the old fart died and left this to him, then Monday we begin again.

It was Wednesday of week three that Ianto noticed the wounds were gone, like they were never there, not even a scar. This did not alarm him as 'dabbling' had resumed and Jack's magic sometimes rubbed off a bit when Ianto had an injury, this time working as he had hoped. This is something he never told a soul, not even Jack as he was afraid Jack might pull back, horrified that he was passing it onto Into just a little. And only for a little time too, a cut a day later did not heal. It was only residual.

He was famished again, the morning spent cleaning out the cell block always made him hungry and as it was Wednesday, he got some cream buns to go with the fish and chips Owen had demanded like a petulant three-year-old shown a salad.

"You OK? You look a little pale" Owen said in an unusual show of interest in Ianto.

"Hot. Been shifting those heavy bins to scrub the floor in the cell block" Ianto replied, "I need to get a hover lifter down there but keep forgetting."

"Spare one in Room 265" Jack said between bites, "Got some old files on it that are not digitalized yet."

"What? We have more files?" Ianto squeaked with open horror, making Owen bray with laughter.

"Torchwood. The gift that keeps on giving" Owe chortled "Just when you think you have a handle on something…. Blam up-side the head"

"Thanks Owen. Very helpful as always" Ianto blandly grumbled.

"I am still working the case on that Blowfish" Gwen said quietly, like she might get roped in and Ianto rolls his eyes as there is no way he would want her 'help' anyway.

Ianto headed down to morosely clean out the room and he found lots of boxes of crap that really should have been either entered or incinerated years ago. He actually suspected these were all incinerator food that had been shoved in here as no one liked Ferdinand.

Ianto shook his head as box after box had the DESTROY stamp on it with vivid red ink.

Time to feed the monster.