Dreamscapes And Nightmares 7/?

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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

“Jack, have you seen the news today?” Chloe asked a couple of days later, calling out to him over the sound of the sirens of the cog door as she walked into the hub.

“No.” Jack called back, appearing at the door of his office with his hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.

“It would seem that there's something a little odd going on with the sheep, if it's not a hoax of some sort that is.” Chloe replied, setting down her handbag and turning on the monitor of her computer. “I'll find the news item.”

Taking his hands from his pockets Jack jogged down the steps from his office and stopped behind Chloe, resting his hands on the back of her chair as she went to the BBC Wales news page and clicked on the link which started a video playing.

“Something strange is going on in the fields of the United Kingdom, the sheep are rebelling it seems.” The woman newscaster reported, a small smile playing on her lips. “But not all of them. Two or three sheep from each flock are acting abnormally and not doing what sheep do, following their fellow sheep and attempting to make a bid for freedom.”

“Surely this is just some kind of prank?” Jack asked Chloe.

“Keep watching and listening.” Chloe told him.

“The sheep are just as docile as ever but it's like they have some kind of mission in mind, they just want to get away from the flock and head to wherever it is they think they need to do.” The newscaster continued. “This isn't isolated to Wales, it's happening everywhere. A local farmer I spoke to earlier said he's never seen anything like it, so far twenty seven sheep have managed to escape and almost half of those have been retrieved and returned to their owners. The rest it seems are continuing their journey but no one knows where they are headed, stay tuned for updates.”

“It certainly seems like something strange is going on, but is it alien?” Jack asked, staring at the now silent screen.

“Well, it's certainly not normal.” Chloe told. “I think we need to try and find out just where these sheep are heading and why, if it is alien, what the hell do they want with the sheep?”

“Depends on the species, I mean sheep are kinda pretty.” Jack told her, grinning as Ianto walked across the hub towards them.

“Sheep are pretty? Is there something I should know Jack?” Ianto asked, giving Chloe a curious look.

“I'm not the Welshman.” Jack chuckled, earning him an playful punch to the arm from his husband.

“Having lived here for an long as you have I'd say you could be classed as a native, despite not being able to speak more than a few words of the language.” Ianto deadpanned. “But if you do have an urge to shag sheep then please keep it as a fantasy, for my sake and that of the sheep!”

“Despite my stories I can assure you I never have and never intend to shag a sheep.” Jack pouted.

“Good, that's that cleared up then.” Chloe laughed. “Now lets see if we can find out what's happening to the woolly little buggers.”

“What's with the sheep?” Ianto asked.

“Chloe will explain.” Jack told him, going to find Damien.

Jack finally located Damien in the hubs bathroom, hands clutching the edge of the hand basin and looking as white as sheet. Jack was about ask him what was wrong when Damien's hand flew to his mouth and he ran into one of the cubicles, followed by the sounds of him retching.

“Damien, you shouldn't be here.” Jack stated as he reappeared from the cubicle. “Go home, go to bed and stay there until you feel better.”

Damien rinsed his mouth out with water from the tap, spitting down the plughole before replying.

“I think I ate a dodgy kebab last night, my girlfriend was complaining of a bad stomach first thing this morning and this came on about an hour ago.” Damien explained.

“You have a girlfriend? Not like you to go on dates, let alone have someone you can call a girlfriend.” Jack smiled softly, handing him his handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

“This job isn't exactly conducive to meeting women, let alone maintaining a relationship.” Damien replied. “But she's nice and I'd like to get to know her better.”

“Does she have a name?” Jack asked, not missing the way Damien was clutching his stomach.

“Julie.” Damien managed to answer as his stomach went into spasms again, sending him running back into the cubicle once more.

I'm sending Chloe down with something to suppress the sickness, it should last long enough for you to get home.” Jack told him. “Rest and I don't want to see you back here until you're feeling better.”

“Sure.” Damien muttered, his voice echoing off the toilet bowl. “Oh Jack, that signal.”

“Yeah?” Jack replied.

“I think it might have something to do with the sheep.” Damien told him, pushing himself up off her knees and leaving the cubicle again.

“In what way?” Jack asked, frowning at the way Damien was beginning to sway slightly on his feet.

“The signal ... the signal has split into over a dozen separate but exactly the same ones over the UK, focusing on exact locations.” Damien explained weakly. “I think that's where the sheep are heading.”

“I'm on it.” Jack told him. “Chloe will be down soon, hold on in there.”

Damien nodded, moving to sit on the floor and resting his back against the cool tiles of the wall and screwing his eyes up in pain.

As soon as Jack reached the main hub he explained what was wrong with Damien and Chloe rushed off to get the meds he would need, Jack located Ianto and told him what Damien had said.

“Is Gwen in yet?” Jack asked after he finished.

“She phoned while you were with Damien, her mam has been taken into hospital. The doctor thinks she may have suffered a mild stroke, of course Gwen has headed straight over there but she said to call if we needed her.” Ianto told him

“We'll leave her where she is for the moment.” Jack replied. “Lets see if we can contact whoever is sending that signal somehow.”

“But if we can't translate their signal why would they be able to make sense of what we send them?” Ianto asked.

“Doesn't hurt to try, I think Chloe's right this thing with the sheep is being caused by them and Damien's observations only confirm it.” Jack told him. “They want our sheep.”

“Alien sheep rustlers?” Ianto chuckled at the thought.

“Very possibly.” Jack told him, moving over to Chloe's workstation where the news page was still up on her monitor and checked for updates.

“Anything new?” Ianto asked, looking at the screen.

“No, not yet.” Jack told him. “Right, lets latch on to the frequency those aliens are using and see if we can put a stop to this situation with the sheep.”

An hour later they had isolated the frequency and sent a message to the ship in every alien language they had stored in the database, hoping that one of them would be recognised. All they could do now was wait and see if they got any response, which wasn't forthcoming by the time they left the hub for the evening.

As they headed out Jack set the system to alert them via his wrist strap, wanting to be home to see their children before they went to bed, having barely seen them in a week.

TBC

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