Jack looked at Martha. “OK … who is this? How did he get in here without our knowing?”
“Jack … look I am sorry I didn’t tell you …”
“Tell me? You mean you have been planning this? I am sorry … I thought I was in charge of Torchwood!” Jack growled … “Silly me … I thought I decided who worked here?”
“I know, I know … it was just an impulse … we need help Jack … and Daffyd is good … I mean really good … let’s …”
“Give me a try?” Daffyd jumped in. “Look … give me three weeks, three days …” turning to Ianto … “Oh no … wait … that’s your line!”
As Daffyd held Ianto’s gaze, Ianto started to blush, to panic … how did he know about that? Daffyd turned back to Jack … “Look I can do this … and you DO need me … maybe not tomorrow … but you need me right now … so let’s cut the bullshit shall we … and just get on with the job. As you say … we do not want more deaths on our consciences… do we?”
Daffyd walked over to the screen. “Well as I see it … we need to look into who these people were, why they were killed and whether or not it is connected. Don’t you agree Jack?”
Jack was momentarily frozen to the spot. Ianto saw the change in Jack’s stance. The way Jack was looking at Daffyd suddenly engulfed Ianto in a wave of jealousy. He clung to the table to stop himself rushing over to his lover and making a fool of himself.
As if sensing the moment, Daffyd turned to Ianto: “How about you showing me to a workstation Ianto? Let me get to work – a coffee wouldn’t go amiss either and Andy … any of those donuts left, I am starving!”
Martha broke the silence as Gwen and Andy followed Daffyd and Ianto out of the room. “Jack … I am sorry … but this is for the best … for the future … we need to move on.”
“I know … but there is something about him,” said Jack.
“Yes,” said Martha … “Something very special … you will see that eventually you know!”
Jack stood in his office with his arms crossed over him looking down at the team rushing around working together. He suddenly felt a hand delicately touching his shoulder and moving to his neck, tenderly massaging as it moved.
“Mmmm … that is nice … don’t stop Ianto.”
“You still know my touch then Jack?”
Jack spun round, sensing a change in Ianto’s voice. “I will always know your touch. I love your touch. You know I do. I love waking up to it and it being the last thing I feel before I go to sleep.”
“Really? What about Daffyd? I got the impression you wouldn’t mind his touch!”
“Don’t be silly. You’re not jealous are you? But whilst we are on the subject … how does he know about your beautiful blue eyes?”
“And I am the one supposed to be jealous?”
“Ianto … I don’t want anyone touching you but me … and you know …”
“That’s the point Jack … I don’t know! I don’t know you won’t …”
“Ianto … you know I would never hurt you … I …”
“Yes Jack? You what? … Don’t tell me you were going to say you love me … because we both know … you never say that do you?”
“Oh Ianto … come here …” Jack grabbed Ianto’s face and outlined his lips with his finger. “Oh Ianto … you are so beautiful … why do you stay with me?” Jack kissed his young lover with such passion … yet his heart was breaking … he loved his beautiful Welshman so much … but he was afraid to tell him … because as he knew in his long life … nothing lasts forever … and he couldn’t bring himself to declare his undying love … because he couldn’t bear the pain of losing him.
“Jeeezzz … boys … get a room!” Andy was shuffling in the doorway. “Golden bollocks has got something to show you … he said to be quick! Now I am the gofer am I?”
“Did he?” hissed Jack.
“So … Daffy … what is it?” shouted Jack approaching the group huddled around the screen.
“Sorry Jack … sorry to errr … interrupt … and judging by Ianto’s red lips I was obviously interrupting something good … mmm Ianto you will have to show me that sometime …” Daffyd winked.
Jack glared at him and then at Ianto when he saw a strange look of pleasure on his face. Ianto shrugged … “What …?”
“What …do… you… want… Daffyd?” Jack was now shouting … making the others jump … “Sorry …”
Gwen and Martha pulled faces at each other.
“OK … I know how and why this happened. I know why they were killed and I know if we don’t act quickly … by tomorrow … well … we could be looking at dozens of people dead … could be even hundreds!”
“So you know … who is doing this?” asked Andy.
“And … more to the point …” interrupted Jack … “Where are they?”
“Ah … well that’s the problem … they are very clever … you see … it’s not just one specie we are dealing with here … and you were right Martha … it is all to do with revenge … Jack you killed Mary and you killed Rhys’ mum … well not his mum exactly but the shape shifter that looked like his mum … and they are back … for payback … you killed their baby … and you have to pay the price … and the price is ripping the heart out … ripping the heart out of Cardiff … starting with people at random … and then the people you all love so much. None of you are safe … they know who you love and you can be sure … they are on that list.”
“Oh My God …” shouted Gwen … “Rhys … I have to get to Rhys!”
“Don’t worry … I phoned him … he is on his way here … he will be safe here.”
“How did you know how to contact Rhys?” Gwen asked Daffyd. “I mean …”
“Gwen … I know everything!” Daffyd laughed. “Well that … and I can read personnel files … not rocket science you know!”
“So how do we find these … creatures … and how fast?” asked Jack.
“We need a special scanner … it has to be special … because they can slip under the radar as it were … and we need to isolate their messages … we can do it … we have the technology … [Daffyd using his nerdy voice] … but we have to work together … alright Jack?”
“Well … let’s get to it,” shouted Jack. “What do you need?”
Daffyd got each of them scurrying off in different directions, fetching and finding … Jack stood in his office … looking down … feeling rather helpless.
“Andy … I need you to help me build this scanner … you have nimble fingers don’t you [Daffyd laughed] … by the way … they aren’t golden … I mean look I have gorgeous black hair and … it’s the same down there … [pointing towards his crotch] … when this is finished … I can show you if you want … and you can use those long, nimble fingers …”
“Listen mate, if you point your crotch anywhere in my direction I will rip your fucking head off … do you understand … I am not Jack and I am not Ianto … I am Andy … straight as a die … so fuck off … golden balls!”
“Oooooooh, sorr..ie … ooh I just love it when you are so manly!” Daffyd said as he camped his way to the other side of the hub.
Jack laughed … “Good for you Andy!” he said to himself.
“So … Gwen … my darling … finished the list yet? You show me yours and I will show you mine!” Daffyd winked!
“Oh for fuck’s sake … you are another Jack … you will shag anything … if you hadn’t noticed … I AM MARRIED!” screamed Gwen.
“I know … that’s what makes you so hot!” giggled Daffyd.
“FUCK OFF!” yelled Gwen … and looking up at Jack in his office … “Jack … for f ….”
“Listen mate … you come near my wife … it will be me ripping your fucking head off … got it?” Rhys hissed into Daffyd’s ear. Jack laughed as Daffyd visibly jumped.
“Oooh shit, you’re a big bloke, aren’t you?” retorted Daffyd.
“Yes … likes his food does our Rhys ...” laughed Andy. Rhys pointed an angry finger at Andy. “Oi, watch it curlytop …” taunted Rhys.
“Curlytop? Know that intimately do you?” heckled Daffyd. Rhys went to lunge at him when Jack stepped in.
“OK … ENOUGH … we have a job to do here … let’s get on with it. Daffyd … give Rhys a job,” barked Jack.
Martha came rushing in … “We’ve got problems … big time … it’s Janet … something is happening … all the Weevils are trying to break loose!”
Suddenly Jack leapt into action.
“Right Daffyd … you and Andy … finish that machine … Ianto, Gwen … with me!”
As they rushed down to the cellars, they could see Janet going wild. But they didn’t see the one that was hidden in the shadows. Ianto didn’t see it … and by the time he did … it was too late.
As Jack turned, he was confronted with the sight of his lover, his beautiful lover, being torn. Blood was everywhere. Ianto was lifeless. It happened so quickly. Gwen shot the weevil … but it was too late.
Jack hit his comms … “Martha … quickly … it’s Ianto … he needs you … I need you …NOW!
As he waited, he sat cradling his beautiful boy in his arms, tears falling, “No Ianto, no! You cannot die … you cannot leave me!”
He placed his hand on Ianto’s chest and then planted his lips on his beautiful boy breathing life into him … remembering the first time he had had to do that … after Lisa … a lifetime before … he had to succeed again … Ianto had to live … otherwise what’s the point of it all?
“Ianto … live for me!”
And gently, quietly, he whispered into Ianto’s ear … “I love you Ianto Jones!”