Torn 60/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Torn - Sequel to Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, My OC's: Damien and Chloe, Martha, UNIT
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Set after series two
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mentions of Mpreg, angst, language, TORTURE
Rating: PG13 - NC17 For series.

Previous series (Mothers Day/Celebrations/One Week In Cardiff/Heaven and Hell/Be Careful What You Wish For) can be found here: Fic Master List: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/14374.html#cutid1

“I'm sure I didn't hear that right, did you say your murdered him?” Rhys couldn't keep the shock out of his voice.

“Yep.”

“No, I can't believe that, you wouldn't murder anyone.”

“Apparently I can and I did.” Ianto got to his feet. “Maybe I should go.”

“Ianto, mate, please don't go, tell me what happened.” Rhys couldn't see any anger in Ianto's face, just upset and pain.

Ianto didn't move, neither to sit or leave, he just stood rooted to the spot.

“Ianto?”

“Sorry.” Ianto apologised sounding like he was coming out of a dream and sat back down.

“Exactly what happened Ianto?”

“Okay ... the colonel was doing some kind of test on me, oh god it was so painful and I thought I was going to pass out any minute when the door burst open and in rushed Jack, Gwen, Chloe and Martha. Jack put his gun to the colonels head but he still didn't stop till Jack made him, the others covering him with their guns while Jack freed me from the table I was strapped to.”

Ianto paused, his head filling with the very images he had been trying to block out over the last week or so before composing himself to keep going.

“Once he was certain I was okay Chloe and Martha led me to a chair to sit down and I watched as Jack strapped the colonel to the table and began to torture him, threatening to kill him. But I know Jack Rhys, whatever he had done Jack wouldn't kill him. He could have tortured him for hours, even I don't know exactly what Jack did before he joined Torchwood but I don't know he knows how to torture.”

He stopped again, not wanting to go on but knowing if he stopped now he wasn't sure he would be able to even try and talk about it again and he owed it to Jack and his children to do anything to try and help himself with how he felt.

“Keep going mate.” Rhys told him gently.

“I had no plan, no idea what was going to happen next, suddenly the door opened and distracted everyone. Before even I knew what I was doing I grabbed Chloe's gun from the waistband of her trousers, moved across the room to the colonel, put the gun to his head and fired.”

“That's not murder Ianto, murder is cold and calculating.”

“I killed him, to me that's murder.”

“You acted in the heat of the moment, that man had harmed you and Jack, tore you away from your home, each other and your children. Threatened and tortured you, no one, no one at all would blame you for what you did.”

“I blame me for what I did.”

Rhys could see tears beginning to stream silently down Ianto's face, he wasn't sure what to do. Ianto suddenly seemed so young and he was obviously so confused over what he had done. Rhys had meant what he had said, even the police wouldn't see it as murder.

As Ianto got to his feet and again told him he should go Rhys jumped up from his seat, there was no way he was letting him leave the flat yet. He had no idea how he was going to get him to see what the rest of them could be he was going to try whatever came to mind, Rhys caught Ianto's arm and he made a feeble attempt to shrug it off before turning to face him.

“Tell me what to do Rhys, how do I put this to the back of my mind and get on with my life before it drives me insane?”

Rhys pulled Ianto into a hug and held him tight as he cried into his shoulder, wishing he knew the answer to Ianto's question. When Ianto pulled back he mumbled that he was sorry, Rhys told him there was nothing to be sorry for and told him to relax on the sofa while he got them another beer.

When Rhys returned to the living room he found Ianto stretched out on the sofa, his head on one cushion and another held tight to his chest and fast asleep. Rhys watched him sadly for a few moments before going to get a blanket, after arranging it over him he went to call Jack.

TBC

Comments

[elanor12.livejournal.com]

I love Rhys. He is such a good guy. :)

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

He is.

Thank you :D