Previous part of More Than That.

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It had been two weeks since Ianto had been taken. He seemed normal, he came back to work a week after and continued on like always; picking up rubbish, managing the meetings for Jack, doing the reports, rearranging the archives, the dry cleaning and the dishes.

"He's like a robot," Owen said in passing. He and Jack seemed to have bonded over everything that had happened. Something that made the girls even more confused. "He's not been eating either."

"He has, I've seen him." Jack said confidently.

"Look at him Jack," Owen said strongly. Ianto was walking around the hub, picking up stray pizza boxes. He was wearing a new suit, a smaller, tighter suit.

"Shit." Jack cursed. The room was filled with a faint ringing noise.

"Ianto, pet. Isn't that your phone?" Gwen asked gently. Ever since Ianto had returned to work, she had been mothering him more and more, something that Jack and Owen both knew made Ianto angry.

Ianto walked over to his desk, where his mobile was. When he didn't recognise the number, he answered it wearily. "Hello... oh hey... didn't recognise the number... no I'm fine...I can't... No Friday just isn't a good night...I have to go. Sorry." Ianto ended the call and continued to pick up the pizza boxes. Owen and Jack exchanged looks before Jack started speaking.

"If you want to go out on Friday, you can." He said. Ianto looked up at Jack, the fear still in his eyes.

"No, it's fine, sir." Ianto mumbled.

"Who was on the phone?" Owen asked casually. He and Toshiko had been the only one's who hadn't mothered him, even Jack had, when Ianto let him near him that was.

"No one." Ianto said quietly before heading towards the exit to the tourist office.

"Maybe he should stay at home, he's clearly still scared..." Gwen said concern written in her eyes.

"Of course he's fucking scared, he was raped Gwen. Time alone isn't going to make him forget everything." Owen said loudly, causing the three team members to stare at him.

"Why do you think he was acting like that after the phone call?" Toshiko asked. Owen and Jack both shrugged, Jack picked up the phone and pressed on calls.

"Dai. The last person to call him was Dai." Jack said.

"That was the ex that stopped him in the street, remember that day..." Owen started, his voice choking with emotion as they all remembered that day. "When he was late."

"I don't get it, why would he freak out about the phone call and not tell me, us?" Jack asked.

"Jack. When he even mentioned he saw Dai, you shouted at him, hurt him. He's probably just scared on how you were going to react." Owen said gently. Jack nodded and stood up, "Where are you going?"

"To talk to him, make sure he's okay." Jack said, and headed up to the tourist office.

Ianto was sat at his desk, his fingers absent mindedly flicking through a magazine that Gwen must have left there. "Hey," Jack said before he approached him. He knew how jumpy he was, but couldn't blame him.

"Hi." Ianto said, no emotion what so ever in his voice. "Something you needed, sir?"

"Could you stop calling me sir, Ianto?" Jack asked, he sat at the edge of the desk, but at a safe distance away. Some days Ianto wanted to be close, others he wanted to be as far away as possible.

"Sorry, Jack." Ianto said, his eyes not moving from the magazine.

"I know who phoned, Ianto." Jack said softly. Ianto froze, his fingers dropping the page as his hands started to shake. Noticing, Jack moved closer, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm not angry. I don't mind you talking to him," Jack said soothingly.

"But last time..." Ianto sobbed, his emotions were on a very thin string.

"Last time I wasn't myself. The people who took you they made me angry at you." Jack tried to explain, but at the mention of the people Ianto flinched away again. "They spilt something on you the night before, remember I told you?" Jack said gently. Ianto shook his head, he didn't remember mainly because his brain was too concentrated on the events of that day. "It was a drug, from my time. Anger, it was anger. They spilt a receptor on me too, so when the powder went into our systems which takes about ten hours, all I could concentrate on was anger. But then when I realised what it was, I was able to block the drug out. Just concentrate on finding you..." Jack looked at Ianto who was staring at his shoes, his eyes watering still but he wasn't crying. He was listening eagerly. "I was never angry at you."

"You wasn't?" His voice was small and tired, and each word spoken made Jack's heart break a little bit more.

"I could never be angry at you, I love you, Ianto." It had taken Ianto a while to stop thinking of himself as 'just a shag' but it was normally triggered when Jack told him how he felt.

"I ..." Ianto started but closed his mouth.

"It's okay," Jack smiled. "Can I take you out to lunch, just you and me?" Jack waited for an answer. The past two weeks it had always been Jack, Ianto and Owen. Ianto was too scared to stay with Jack at night.

"Can we go for a walk?" Ianto asked. "I don't want to eat." Jack nodded, he wasn't going to push Ianto into eating, not yet any way. He was just glad that Ianto wanted to go with just him, but Jack was determined to talk to him about eating on their walk.

"Sure," Jack smiled. He told the team that they were going out via their headsets. He held out a hesitant hand for Ianto to take, as he only went somewhere if he could hold onto to someone. Ianto smiled weakly, and took Jack's hand nervously.

They walked around the bay area in a comfortable silence, whenever someone got a little close Ianto shifted even closer to Jack and squeezed tighter onto his hand. Jack sighed, he knew he had to talk to him now.

"When was the last time you ate, Ianto?" Jack asked softly.

"This morning," Ianto lied. Jack looked at him and Ianto wanted to run, but he stayed and stared into Jack's deep gaze. "When ever I put something into my mouth, I taste them." Ianto said strongly, though his watering eyes gave the pain away.

"I'm sorry, Yan." Jack said quietly. "It's my fault, you shouldn't have gone through all that..."

"Jack, it's not your fault." Ianto squeezed Jack's hand, and they headed towards a bench, sitting down they stared across the bay. "They wanted to hurt you, they used me to hurt you. And you would never hurt me, so it's not your fault."

"You're right, I'd never hurt you." Jack said, he wrapped his arm around Ianto holding him close. "I love you, remember that."

"I love you," Ianto said in barely a whisper. Jack felt his heart burst with joy. Them three words had been said over and over to Jack in his long life, and hearing them from someone for the first time always felt different.

"I need you to eat, Ianto." Jack said strongly.

"I can't..."

"Please." Jack begged. Ianto stared into his pleading eyes and felt his heart rip. He nodded reluctantly. It was easy saying no to Owen, he didn't have eyes that dug so deep into your soul that you felt obliged to do what they wanted. "Thank you." Jack smiled he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Ianto's lips.

Ianto didn't return the kiss, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to move away. "It's okay," Jack whispered.

Ianto opened his eyes and stared at Jack. "I'm sorry."

"You've no need to be sorry, Ianto." Jack stood up, holding his hand out for Ianto who took it silently. They walked back to the hub in silence. Jack knew that if he was going to get Ianto to eat it wasn't going to be easy, and Jack knew that Ianto wouldn't want to eat in public.

"Did you have a nice walk?" Gwen asked, Ianto stared at her, wondering if she could be any more patronizing.

"We fed the ducks, and Jack pushed me on a swing and everything." Ianto mocked, Gwen stared at him, her eyes wide. Jack, Toshiko and Owen couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not a child, Gwen. Please stop treating me like one."

"I'm sorry, I'm just..."

"I know, but please." Ianto emphasised on the last word and Gwen nodded sadly.

"Come on, Mr Jones." Jack smiled and headed towards the kitchen.

"You have to eat, Yan." Owen said as Ianto just stood there. "Do you want one of the power drinks?"

"Would I still have to eat?" Ianto asked quietly.

"A little." Ianto nodded, and Owen followed him into the kitchen.

Jack watched as Owen prepared Ianto one of his power drinks that contained all the nutrients his body needed. It resembled a dark grey colour, and didn't look that nice. "And eat two slices of buttered break." Owen said, mainly looking at Jack who nodded, and Owen walked out of the room.

Jack watched as Ianto fought with his mind about drinking and eating. "You can do it," Jack smiled. Ianto looked up at him and tried his best to smile, but failed. He raised the drink to his mouth, and grimaced at the bitter yet sweet taste.

As the thick liquid past his throat all he could think about was the men, thrusting in and out, pushing against his gag reflex. His body started to shake, and he spat out the drink. His body dry heaved, and produced a bitter bile. Jack moved around to the side of him, but Ianto pushed him away.

"Ianto..." Jack said trying his best to sound comforting but as the youngest member of his team cried himself into being sick, Jack couldn't help but cry too; it was his fault.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it..." Ianto mumbled. His body was still shaking, but he had stopped heaving. "I'm sorry, Jack."

"Not your fault." Jack said again. "If you can't eat yet will you at least let Owen put an IV in your arm?"

"Why?"

"So your body can get the nutrients it needs. You'll feel better too." Ianto nodded weakly. "I'll be down once I've cleaned up..."

"No. I'll clean it up, come on. Let me take care of you." Jack whispered. Ianto nodded again, and took Jack's hand tightly. Jack wrapped his arms around him and held him tight for a few moments, so they could both get pull themselves together a little.

"Don't leave me, Jack." Ianto said quietly, but the close proximity of the two men, allowed Jack to hear the words loud in his ear. "They said that you were going to do what you do best and leave me on my own." Jack felt a tight pain in his heart at the words. He knew a lot more had happened then Ianto was letting on, he didn't want to know everything that Michael had told him. But he knew he needed to explain everything to Ianto.

"Listen to me, I'm never going to leave you okay."

"But you did before."

"That was then. This is now, and I promise you, I will never ever leave you." Jack tried not to think about the fact that Ianto would soon be leaving him, it was only a matter of time until Jack would write 'Death By Torchwood' in his folder too.

Ianto shrugged, Jack knew he was trying to block out all the memories, and he understood that was how he handled things, that and not eating. He walked down to the main area of the hub, Ianto attached to him by the hand.

"Everything okay?" Toshiko smiled. Ianto remained silent, he had drink down his front and he knew he looked a mess.

"Everything is fine," Jack said calmly. He felt Ianto relax slightly as they walked closer to Owen.

"What happened?" Owen asked, taking in Ianto's dirty shirt.

"I couldn't eat." Ianto admitted. Owen placed a warm hand on his shoulder, and Jack watched as Ianto relaxed completely. The two men had grown even closer, and Jack could see that Owen had become some what of an older brother to Ianto in the past week.

"IV drip?" Owen asked, and Ianto nodded. "Okay, you'll have to sit down here for a couple of hours though, and knowing you you're going to get fed up, you got something to do?"

"I'm going to sit with him," Jack offered and Owen smiled.

"That sound good, Yan?" Owen asked as he rolled Ianto's sleeves up. Jack didn't miss the flinch, and his selfish side felt glad that it wasn't only him that Ianto flinched at. Ianto looked up apologetically, and rolled up his own sleeve, though his hands were still a little shaky.

Owen fixed the drip quickly, as though he had done it several times before to Ianto, which Jack guessed he had. Owen left them to it and Jack scooted next to Ianto on the medical bed. "Ianto, I want to tell you about Michael." Jack felt Ianto tense next to him, and he moved an arm around him. "I want you to know so you can stop thinking that you are weak, and it might help you understand everything that he said to you."

"I don't want to believe what he kept on saying, Jack." Ianto sounded as though he was practically begging.

"Me and him we were lovers once. It wasn't anything like what me and you have, Ianto. I didn't love him. Back then, all I cared about was sex."

"Just a shag."

"He was just a shag." Jack said strongly. "He felt something for me, I always knew he did. But I didn't want to fall for him, we were together for about three months, then I met John. And I left him. I didn't say goodbye, just left him. He was always jealous, he thought me and him should have been exclusive, but I always went with other people. He knew that if he hurt you, he would hurt me something he had always tried to do in the past. Only this time it worked." Jack felt his own tears fall, and saw that Ianto's already were.

"He said that you two were amazing together." Ianto sniffed, his fingers were absent mindedly playing with the hem of Jack's shirt.

"We were, but not enough for me to stay. Not like with you, Ianto. When John came back, he tried to convince me to go with him, to see the wonders of the universe. But the wonders of my universe is right here. You. I could never leave you."

"Promise?" Ianto asked weakly.

"I promise." Jack smiled. Ianto looked up at him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Jack. We were like that once." Ianto mumbled.

"Like what?"

"You and Michael." Ianto said. "Before everything with Lisa, I mean we were... I was just a shag."

"Honestly, you was." Jack used his free hand to lift Ianto's chin up. "But now, Jones, Ianto Jones. You are so much more." He kissed his lips softly and smiled as he felt Ianto kiss back.

But Jack wasn't naive. He knew that he couldn't say words and make everything better for the man he loved. He knew it would take time for the wounds to heal, for Ianto's eyes to remove the fear that was hidden beneath every time he looked at Jack. Jack also knew that Ianto would eat when he was ready. But the most important thing Jack knew, was that he would always be there to help him. To pick up the food that Ianto would throw in anger, to sit and talk to him as Owen fitted another IV, or to hold him when the nightmares came. Because no matter what Michael or anyone else said. Ianto was so much more than a shag. Ianto was the reason waking up from death wasn't as painful as it once was. And Jack was going to do everything in his power to make Ianto believe that.

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