CHAPTER 3:

Ianto sat in the back of a truck with his kidnappers, yet all he could think about was Jack. Jack and his coat and the stopwatch and… his mind was just overrun with thoughts about Jack. All of his memories of Jack swirling around in his head. The others, especially Gwen, didn't realize it, but every time Jack died, it didn't just hurt Jack. It hurt Ianto too. But knowing he would come back always kept Ianto sane.

Ianto's thoughts were interrupted by Dale walking up to him. He pulled out his gun, and traced it down the right side of Ianto's face. "When we get to our next base, we've got some questions for you, mate." He moved his hand down to clamp Ianto's shoulder down. Ianto whimpered slightly. "Because you see…" Dale was whispering in his ear now. "…I want to know who you people are, and why you were at my warehouse. But, of course, we can't deal with that yet. For now, nighty-night!"

And with that, Dale knocked him out with the butt of his gun.

Jack pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew all too well. It rang twice before he answered. "Hey. It's me. I need your help…yeah, usual place. Thanks."

After they had checked out the warehouse, they all went back to the hub, going in the 'tourist way', but before they could, a familiar 'whoosh, whoosh' could be heard. Jack smiled slightly, and Tosh and Owen looked at him.

"Jack? What is it?" Tosh asked.

"An old friend." Just as Jack said that, a blue police box fazed in and out of reality, then finally materialized before them. After a few moments, a man with floppy brown hair and green eyes stepped out. He was wearing the most ridiculous outfit any of them had ever seen that consisted of a tweed jacket, a pink shirt, red suspenders, a red bow-tie, and a FEZ! He looked at everyone, his eyes finally resting on Jack.

"Jack! Long time no see! How long has it been for you?" The man walked up to Jack and hugged him, which Jack returned, but didn't hold onto for that long, as he didn't want to feel like he was betraying Ianto. "Jack…what's wrong? Normally, you don't want to let go of my hugs." He looked closely as Jack. "Are you alright?"

"Honestly…no. But we'll talk about that inside. You've changed your face again. It's been about… a couple months? Yeah, something like that." Jack looked at The Doctor and he saw shock on his face.

The Doctor stared at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, two women and a man stepped out of the TARDIS.

"Doctor, where are we?" The red-headed girl asked.

"Uh…Cardiff, 21st century. I told you I got a call for help, Amy. Hang on…I'm missing something." He looked at Tosh and Owen. "Who are they?"

"This is Toshiko Sato, A.K.A Tosh and Dr. Owen Harper. They are two members of my team." Jack informed them.

"Isn't there supposed to be two more?" The Doctor asked. Jack nodded.

"Gwen Cooper is dealing with her fiancé who recently got shot, but she most likely won't be on the team anymore…and Ianto Jones is…" Jack broke off, his voice cracking, and tears filling his eyes. The Doctor stared at him. He had never, ever seen Jack like this. Jack took a deep breath. "That's actually why I called you… Why don't we go inside?"

Ianto awoke with a sharp pain on the back of his head from when Dale hit him. He took a look at his surroundings. He was in what looked like another warehouse, still held down to the chair, duck-tape still in place over his mouth. Since he had no idea how long he was out, he had no idea how far away Warehouse 2 was from Warehouse 1. He just hoped he didn't end up at Warehouse 13. Ianto laughed inwardly at the Sci-Fi show reference. That just brought tears to his eyes though… Jack and he watch the Sci-Fi channel together all of the time.

Ianto shook himself from that thought and looked around the room where he was at. It wasn't exactly small, but it wasn't big either. There was hardly anything in the room, aside from Ianto, his chair, and what looked like a table covered in…Ianto would've gasped if not for the tape… different kinds of weapons of all shapes and sizes. A torture chamber…That's where he was at. They said they had questions…looks like they were going to try to get their answers in whatever way they can.

Suddenly the door opened, and Dale and Dave entered the room. Dave walked over to the table and started playing with one of the weapons on the table. Ianto didn't see what it was though, Dale was blocking his view. "Well, you've finally woken up, haven't you? So… Ianto, Jack must've been something special, huh? You sat there crying about him for a long time. Oh, you've still got some tears, too. Dave, look at him. Crying still." He reached forward, wiping the tears from Ianto's eyes, which he moved away from.

Ianto tried to say something, but of course it didn't work, what with the tape covering his mouth and all, so it came out as more of a strangled cry. Dale ripped the tape off of his mouth. "Augh!"

Dale smiled. "Now then… First question, Who do you work for?"

"Like I would tell you." Ianto spat out. Dale hit him hard in the face .

"I suggest that you do…my friend Dave here hasn't tortured someone in, oh, so long. And he's so good at it. So I'd suggest you tell me the truth…" Dale grabbed Ianto's chin, lifting it up towards the ceiling "cuz I am sick and tired of you and you're friends lying to me." He pushed him back into the chair. "Who do you work for?" Ianto remained silent, glaring up at him. There was no way he was going to tell them anything. He will not betray Torchwood, and he will not betray Jack.

Dale stared at him. "Dave, our guest needs to learn to speak when he's spoken to… to answer questions when I ask them. I'll be back soon. Let's see if he'll talk then." Dale walked out of the room.

"Well then, pretty boy. What tool of fun should I use first?" As if he were answering his own question, he picked up a scalpel from the table. Ianto knew in that moment, he was never gonna be able to be in the autopsy ever again. He winced as Dave walked towards him, bearing the scalpel in his hand. He pressed the scalpel into the side of Ianto's face, and all he knew was pain.