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It starts with a bullet ripping through his shoulder, and to be honest, Owen would never have thought that Ianto had it in him. And while it should serve as a warning, that Ianto can be pushed too far and will snap right back like a sapling tree instead of breaking, it only makes Owen want to push more, to find out what else Ianto Jones is capable of when he grits his teeth and sweats, feet firmly planted to the ground instead of hiding behind coffee cups and tourist brochures.
The wound heals over time, but the scar remains: a reminder that Ianto Jones is not the man Owen once thought he was.