Finally the second chapter! Most of it was written in my head ages ago but putting it on paper took a while. Afraid further updates are gonna be equally slow since we're hitting exam season and I really need to pass them all.

This chapter is being posted today in celebration of some wonderful news I heard last night; Torchwood looks set to run the week of the 25th! That's the end of this month! *Squee*

Disclaimer: If I had invented Ianto none of you would know who he is, he would still be locked in my closet! Not that I have a closet either…

Ianto lifted a hand to rub his tired eyes, hoping without really believing that this wasn't happening. After the day he'd had this was the last thing he needed. Opening his eyes again he sighed heavily; Hart was of course still there.

Ianto coldly noted the mock-casual way the Captain was sat, legs propped up on the coffee table, arms flung across the back of the sofa. He also couldn't help but notice the mini arsenal of weaponry decorating Hart. Aside from a pistol for each hip and same sword that Ianto had so admired before, his carefully trained eye could also pick out numerous hidden pockets sewn into the Napoleonic jacket that doubtless were full of a vast array of further weaponry.

"My name, is Ianto"

John tilted his head slightly so he could better look him in the eyes. "I prefer Eye Candy. It suits you"

The young man sighed wearily, "Well I don't. How did you get in? And more importantly, why?" As he spoke Ianto slid his hands into his pockets, in what he hoped looked like an entirely natural gesture, reaching for his mobile. He froze, horror-struck, as he realised he had slipped it into his jacket pocket earlier. Luckily Hart failed to notice, being too wrapped up in his own conceit.

He snorted scornfully "I could pick a primitive lock like that when I was five. As for why… well, that's rather a long story" So saying the Captain arched his back in a stretch as if making himself comfortable for the recounting of his tale.

Ianto took the opportunity to bolt, heading straight for the front door looking for salvation in the form of either his mobile or, preferably, escape.

All the time he had been talking he had felt an acute panic rising within him that he could had to fight to keep in check. Memories of Hart's last visit kept springing to mind…

Toshiko's bloodied, broken nose…

A dark stain spreading across Owen's shirt, just above the hip…

Gwen lying helpless and abandoned, poisoned by the deceitful Captain…

In the lift, his own conversation with the psychopath…

…there was no way Ianto could take on an enemy like that single-handedly. His thoughts had instantly turned toward Jack. If he could call him, warn him Hart was in town, then he wouldn't have to fight alone. Jack knew John through and through and would know how to stop him.

Despite his apparently casual demeanour, the Captain had been anticipating just such a move on Ianto's part. As such he was on his feet and chasing after the boy in a matter of seconds.

In the hallway Ianto scrambled frantically for the door, grabbing his suit jacket off its usual hook and searching for his mobile as he went.

Before he knew quite what was happening something thudded into his back, knocking him off balance so that he slammed bodily into the door. Dazed and wincing where he had impacted against recent bruises Ianto was helpless to prevent himself being dragged upright by his shirt collar.

The face of John Hart looming ominously over him brought him instantly to his senses and he began thrashing wildly to free himself. One of his knees struck lucky, catching the Captain between the legs with enough force to cause his grip on Ianto to fail entirely.

Ianto watched with delight as Hart collapsed to his knees, swearing in what sounded like half a dozen exotic languages. Sensing the opportunity Ianto turned and managed to grasp the door handle, he tugged hurriedly and at the same time slipped his mobile into his trouser pockets.

Before he could open the door far enough to slip out however, it was slammed shut by the angry figure behind him. In pain and understandably pissed off Hart pinned Ianto to the door with his own body.

"That… wasn't playing nice." He managed to hiss in Iantos ear through gritted teeth.

"You deserved it! Let me go!" Ianto demanded, struggling ineffectively against the stronger man.

In response Hart grabbed the young mans arm and twisted it cruelly far up his back.

"Don't tell me I'm going to have to teach you some manners, you always seemed so… proper. Stiflingly so in fact."

"Ahh! Fuck you!" Ianto had reached the conclusion that he wasn't going to get anywhere useful with this animal but that wasn't to say he would stop resisting and just give in peacefully.

Hart sighed. "Well, if you insist then I suppose we could make time for it later…"

In response Ianto shot back the elbow of his free arm, aiming for the Captain's stomach. His tight grip and effective pinning meant there was no strength in the move but it was a token gesture of resistance and of Iantos growing frustration.

Laughing, Hart expertly caught the arm before it connected and simply twisted it up to join the other arm. "Now you've gone and asked for it" Hart reached behind him and unclipped a set of handcuffs from his belt. With practised ease he locked in both of Iantos wrists rendering him wholly defenceless and incapable of fighting back.

"Are you ready to start behaving yourself yet or do I get to break out the rest of the kit?"

Ianto glared mutinously at the door, scared and vulnerable but retaining a spark of defiance which smouldered in his eyes. He had never hated anyone more than he hated John right now, especially since even at an inopportune time like this he could not help but admire the Captain so firmly pressed against him. It took a vast amount of effort for him to unbend his pride far enough to answer, and then only because he feared what 'the rest of the kit' would entail.

"Fine."

He halted his futile struggles and waited for Hart to play his next move.

"Now you and I are going to have ourselves a little chat."

I know it's effort but please review! It really makes my day. Especially since I managed to spill an entire cup of tea over myself and my keyboard this morning…