missthingsplace | Dreamscapes And Nightmares 4/?

AU: When it all changes: Life, Love and Family in Torchwood.
Title: Dreamscapes And Nightmares (Series 12)
Author:

missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, My OC's: Caden, Eloise, Dylan, Jenni, Claire, Chloe, Damien, Ianto's family.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Jack starts experiencing at first strange and confusing dreams which become interspursed with nightmares and he has no idea what is causing them or if they are connected ...
Spoilers: Probably not, but you never know ...
Warnings: Really? Do i have to?
Rating: NC17 for the series.

Previous series/Chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/165103.html#cutid1

When they arrived home that evening it was late, they had been preparing to come home early, having sent the rest off the teams members on their way when a small spike on the rift predictor indicated that something had come through the rift.

From what they could tell it was small and not organic, with a sigh they grabbed their weapons and headed out to the SUV hoping it would take long. Putting the coordinates into the Sat Nav they realised it was further out than usual but within the normal realms of the rifts reach.

“Oh joy, another muddy field.” Ianto snarked as they pulled their on Wellington boots.

“Could be worse, it could be raining.” Jack grinned.

“Lets just get this over with so we can get home, I bet it's just another hunk of space junk.” Ianto replied, closing the boot of the SUV with a slam. “Which way?”

Jack pressed a button on his wrist strap and moved his arm slowly across his body until it emitted a loud beep.

“That way.” He told him, striding off to the west.

The object turned about to be about half a mile across the squelchy, muddy field which apparently was also frequented by cows at times judging by the huge cow pat Ianto trod in by accident.

Jack tried not to laugh at the look on his lovers face as he lifted up the offending foot and glared at the disgusting mess on the bottom of it, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

“Not funny Jack.” Ianto hissed, continuing the rest of their journey towards the object.

“No, not at all.” Jack replied, unable to contain his chuckle any longer.

“Decaf for a week.” Ianto warned, glaring at the captain.

“Okay, okay.” Jack replied, forcing the smile off his face. “It should be about ... here!”

Half buried in the mud was a silver cylinder, about two inches in diameter and once they had decided it to be safe and pulled it from the mud, about six inches long.

“Any ideas?” Ianto asked Jack as they sealed it into a large evidence bag and began their trek back to the SUV.

“It looks like a container of some sort but I don't want to open it until we're back at the hub and can take precautions.” Jack replied. “It looks harmless but we can never be too careful.”

“True.” Ianto agreed.

Reaching the SUV Ianto dug out a black plastic sack and deposited both pairs of Wellington boots into it and tied the top closed, they would need a through washing when they got back to the hub.

“Do you think it's got anything to do with that signal?” Ianto asked as he drove, Jack examining the object through the plastic bag.

“No, whatever's emitting that signal didn't come through the rift, this did.” Jack told him, holding it up to the light and shaking it gently. “Could be interesting though.”

“Tonight?” Ianto asked, just wanting to get home.

“We'll secure it and examine it in the morning.” The captain told him. “I can't see any urgency that requires doing anything with it this evening.”

“The twins will be in bed by now.” Ianto said, glancing at his watch, both of them hated not being home to put the kids to bed but nine times out of ten they didn't make it.

“They're used to it, I know it's not preferable but at least they understand why.” Jack told him.

“Still makes me feel bad though.” Ianto sighed.

“Yeah, but they know we'll make it up to them.” Jack replied.

“With a puppy?” Ianto grinned.

“Maybe.” Jack chuckled as they pulled into the car park and headed into the hub with the cylinder and the black plastic sack.

“You secure that and I'll go and sluice the boots down.” Ianto told Jack, heading down to the showers thinking it would be the easiest way to clean them.

Jack slid the cylinder from the evidence bag and examined it closer, realising that like one similar that Torchwood had so many moons ago. It also had a temporal lock as well.

Unlike the other one there was no way of seeing what was stored inside, Jack turned it upside down to see if there was any indication of it's contents on the bottom and almost dropped it in shock.

One word was clearly etched into the metal.

Torchwood.

Ianto muttered to himself about how he always still seemed to end up with the shit jobs, then chuckled softly to himself as he rinsed the cow pat off the bottom of his boot thinking he literally did, trying to keep himself dry from the spray while he did so.

When all four of the rubber boots were clean he set them to one side to dry and then sprayed the floor of the showers liberally with bleach and rinsing it away before heading back up to the main hub.

Locating Jack in his office a worried look crossed his face as he watched Jack, he was staring intently at the cylinder as if trying to remember something, his brow deeply furrowed in concentration.

“Jack? Found something?” Ianto asked, crossing the room quickly and standing on the opposite side of the desk.

Jack passed him the cylinder, bottom end first so Ianto couldn't miss the etching.

“Is this something you know about?” Ianto asked, brushing the pad of a finger over the word.

“I have no idea what it is or when it's from.” Jack replied. “The one about Tommy, it was the only one I was aware of and that was kept here in the archives. Why would this fall through the rift?”

“It could be from the future.” Ianto frowned, trying to prise the lid off even though he'd already guessed it wouldn't work.

“But was it lost accidentally or did someone send it here deliberately?” Jack replied.

“And when will it unlock? Jack none of these questions are going to get answered until it does unlock and release it's contents to us.” Ianto told him.

“Something about it is make me feel very nervous.” Jack frowned again before he took it back off Ianto, shoved it into the evidence bag and locked it away on his desk draw with a smile. “You're right, lets get out of here.”

TBC

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Ooohh interesting!!
Whats in the cylinder? Where did it come from? Who sent it? When will it open? Why is it here?
So many questions!!
Can't wait for the next part :)