Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. If I did…this might very well happen…

A/N: I was reading Torchwood Magazine and this idea just suddenly hit me. I'm telling you, I'm playing around with either a fast ending or being a complete douche bag, and writing a sequel. As we progress, you'll see what I mean. And yes, I know the beginning is confusing, just stick with me, review, and help me out. If I can pull off the vision I have in store, this will be completely worth your time! I promise!

Prologue

"Don't forget me…"

"Never could."

"Thousand years time…you won't remember me…"

"I will…I promise you, I will…"

Ianto looked up at Jack through tear filled eyes as he tried to hold on, tried to say something more, but he just couldn't get the words out. There was no more air left, he couldn't breathe, and everything was going dark around him. His lips parted, but nothing was left and he passed into the void…

Jolting up in bed, Ianto cried out, clasping a hand over his face as he gasped for breath. A soft whimper escaped him, it had been a horrible nightmare. He expected to feel strong arms come from behind and wrap around him, as Jack often did when Ianto woke up from a nightmare, but nothing happened.

"Jones! Quiet down in there or I'm going to put you in solitary!" a harsh voice shouted and he looked up to find that he was in a cell. Not a cell like beneath the hub where Janet was, but a prison cell. Looking down at himself, his three piece suit had been replaced by a gray one piece.

"What…the hell?" he muttered, taking in the cell, reality sinking in.

"Ianto…don't make him angry, you know Ifan can be rather brutal when he gets mad," a soft voice whispered into his cell. It was a voice the young man thought he would never hear again.

"Toshiko?" he asked, looking around frantically. "Tosh, where are you?"

"I'm next to you…like I always am Ianto," the soft voice said again, and he followed it to a small vent in the wall on the bottom of the wall. "Are you okay?"

"What the hell is going on Tosh? You…you and Owen are dead…and I was with Jack and I died too." He knew he was rambling, but at that point he didn't care. "Where are we?"

"Ianto, the trial is over, you can't plead insanity at this point…although it might delay the execution date…I don't know an Owen, and I have know idea who this Jack is. I only met you when they brought me here."

"Tosh, come on, it's me, Ianto!" he pleaded.

"Jones! I'm warning you, one more sound and you are going to regret it!"

"Ianto, please, just go back to sleep," Toshiko's voice whispered before there was a rustling and he realized she must have been resituating herself on her cot.

"Wanna talk to someone Eye Candy? I'll talk to you."

That voice was coming from the other side of the cell and he saw a similar vent on the opposite wall. Groaning inwardly he walked over and crouched down next to that vent. "What can you tell me Hart?" he asked. "How the bloody hell did they bring Toshiko back? Did they bring Owen back too? And where's Jack? Why can't Tosh remember him or Owen?"

"Eye Candy Jones, I don't know what you're talking about. That pretty little girl over there has been there for quite some time and she never met you before that. Never met myself either, unfortunately for her. As for this Jack, who the hell is he? Have you been holding out on me?"

"John, this is not the time for games. Will someone just tell me what the hell is going on?" Ianto roared and then there was a slam and heavy footsteps in the hall outside the cells. The young man could hear Hart hiss in the cell next to him.

"Now you've done it Ianto…"

"Jones!" that harsh voice roared again and his cell door slammed open. "Looks like I'm going to have to teach you that lights out means LIGHTS OUT!" Looking up, Ianto saw a tall, muscular man towering over him in the entryway to his prison. Before he could react, this "Ifan" as Tosh had called him crossed the cell, pulled Ianto up off the ground, lifted him off his feet and threw him against the opposite wall. Ianto could hear a crack and found it hard to breathe. Seemed as though a rib or two was now broken.

Before Ianto could move up off the ground, Ifan had pinned him down to the floor and was laying blow after blow on his jaw. "You…will…SHUT THE HELL UP WHEN I TELL YOU FROM NOW ON!" Ifan roared, landing a blow for each word. But he didn't just stay up at Ianto's face, he moved down, delivering heavy blows to his chest, to his arms, and one or two well placed ones to his neck. It felt like Ianto couldn't breathe, the pain was so intense.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure of Ifan's body lifted off his chest and Ianto lay there, a quivering and bloody mass curled up on the floor. There was the distant sound of another cell door opening. "Sato, get him cleaned up and taken care of. Just make sure he doesn't die."

A few moments of silence ensued before gentle hands were ghosting along his forehead. Ianto couldn't help but flinch away before he was shushed. "It's alright, I won't hurt you," that beautiful voice murmured and he forced his eyes open to look up at Tosh once more. She was smiling down at him sadly, her eyes filled with concern. "Let's get you up on the bed…It's going to hurt…but you know that…"

"Sound like we've been through this tango a few times before," Ianto hissed as she helped him to his feet and sat him down on the cot.

"Only every time you decide to make Ifan your enemy," Tosh murmured as she pulled bandages out of a first aid kit that Ianto's attacker must have supplied her with. "Let's wrap your ribs first, those are probably the worst."

"Tosh," he murmured, lifting a hand to brush hair from her eyes, "what are we doing here?"

"You know that Ianto…please stop this."

"Just tell me Tosh…pretend I have no idea what's going on or anything that happened before I woke up from that nightmare."

He watched as she searched his eyes for a moment, probably trying to find out if he was telling the truth or if he was just toying with her, but finally she sighed and hung her head. "I'm being held here for treason and you are here for being Ianto 'Eye Candy' Jones…the infamous serial killer…Now please, let me finish tending your wounds before we both get some sleep."

"Eye Candy?" he muttered to himself as Toshiko wrapped his chest, him trying to figure this out while she blushed at their proximity.

"Yes…because of the fact that all of the women you murdered were nothing more than…than eye candy according to you," she whispered in the darkened space. "I'm glad I didn't know you back then Ianto…you're such a different man from that person…at least…you are now."

"Tosh…I don't know who that man is, but that's not me," he whispered, his voice practically begging her to believe him.

"I hope that's true," she murmured as she finished. Standing with the first aid kit, she backed out of the cell and handed it to Ifan who had returned, and who then slammed Ianto's cell closed again, engulfing him in darkness.