Dreamscapes And Nightmares 15/?

[missthingsplace]

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

A/N: Okay, i think i have the bunnies and muses cooperating again!

Ianto placed the tray of coffees on the conference table and addressed their guest.

“Milk and sugar?” Ianto asked Syrina, indicating them on the tray with the teaspoon in his hand.

“A little milk, thank you.” Syrina replied politely in her Welsh accent making Ianto smile.

Ianto poured some milk from the little jug into one of the mugs, stirred it and handed it to the alien.

All eyes were on Syrina as she first sniffed the beverage, taking the aroma of the coffee deep into her lungs before sipping it tentatively and then breaking into a huge smile.

“Delicious!” Syrina exclaimed.

“Ianto's coffee is the best in the universe.” Jack told her proudly while Ianto handed out the rest of the coffees to the team. “Shall we sit?”

Jack couldn't help but notice that Gwen and Chloe seemed to be studying their guest with unashamed curiosity and that Damien was watching her in the way that any man would an attractive woman.

Damien, sensing he had been sussed out pulled his eyes away from the alien and focused on the coffee in his hands where as Chloe and Gwen continued to watch the woman unabashed.

“It your hair naturally that colour?” Gwen asked unable to contain the question any longer.

Syrina tossed the long, silky purple locks over her shoulder and ran her fingers through them making all three men in the room gulp hard.

“We are all born with white hair but we can choose what colour we wish it to be.” Syrina replied. “When I was little I went through a phase of having it pink and then rainbow coloured but it's been purple now for some while, this colour seems to suit me.”

“That's just so cool!” Chloe exclaimed, thinking how annoying it was to keep her hair the colour she dyed it. “How, do you it, just think it?”

“Basically, yes.” Syrina told her, closing her eyes and looking like she was concentrating for a moment or two, making them all gasp when her hair turned vivid yellow.

“See?” Syrina laughed at the look on their faces, then reversed the process to it want back to the purple she had arrived with.

“Amazing” Gwen stated a little in awe. “Just amazing.”

“Yeah, well, that's all well and good but maybe we should get back to the matter in hand?” Jack suggested.

“Sorry.” Gwen muttered, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Why do you want our sheep?” Jack asked her directly.

“Sheep became extinct more than a two hundred years ago, no one wanted wool anymore.” Syrina explained. “Natural products made way for more man made fabrics and yarns, less hassle than sheering a sheep, preparing and dying the wool. There were a few sheep for a while in the few farms that were left, more for their historical value than anything else but eventually they died and there was no way to replace them.”

“So why do you want them now?” Ianto asked her curiously.

“There's a growing demand again for everything more natural.” Syrina shrugged. “People are growing cotton again for example with seeds collected from the past and now it seems that wool is on the agenda.”

“Taking some seeds to grow cotton is a lot different to sheep rustling!” Gwen told her with a little disgust. “The farmers around here rely on their sheep for their income, you can't just take them.”

“Rustling?” Syrina asked.

“Stealing, rustling is another word for taking something that doesn't belong to you.” Damien told her. “Isn't that illegal in the future?”

“Of course it is ...” Syrina replied, only to be cut short by Ianto.

“Then what makes you think you can come here and just lure ours away?” He asked.

“We didn't think anyone would notice a few going missing from each flock.” She replied.

“You didn't think the farmers wouldn't spot some of their sheep acting odd and escaping to trek across the countryside to meet up with sheep they had never met in their life?” Jack asked her.

“Perhaps they hoped we'd think they'd found each other on a sheep dating site on the internet?” Ianto chuckled softly, then stopped when Jack gave him a look. “Sorry.”

“We went about it the wrong way, I can see that now.” Syrina admitted. “But surely there's some way we can get what we want?”

“If we let you do this then you need to offer the farmers something for their sheep, just taking them isn't an option.” Jack told her. “We have your ships location, if you even attempt to take the sheep without permission we will blast you out of the sky.”

“I'm not sure what we might have that could possibly want.” Syrina replied.

“Then I suggest you give it some thought.” Jack replied.

“I should go back and consult with the others on my ship.” Syrina told him, getting to her feet. “I promise we won't attempt to take the sheep.”

“Fair enough.” Jack told her. “But don't take too long to reach a decision, this matter needs sorting out as soon as possible.”

“I understand.” Syrina replied, pressing a button on the slim bracelet around one wrist and then vanished in another bright flash of light.

“Do you believe her?” Gwen asked, handing her empty mug to Ianto along with Damien's and Chloe's.

“Not really, but we'll just have to wait and see.” Jack replied. “Damien, keep an eye on that ship, make sure it doesn't do anything suspicious.”

“Of course.” Damien told him, getting up from his chair and heading back down to his workstation.

“Okay, everyone back to work.” Jack said, getting to his feet. “Ianto, any chance of more coffee?”

“Sure.” Ianto told him with a smile, grabbing the tray and heading off to the kitchenette.

Ianto made more coffee for everyone while he was there and headed back into the main hub, handing mugs out to Chloe, Gwen and Damien he walked up the steps to Jack's office.

Nearly dropping the tray for the second time that day Ianto managed to shove it onto Jack's desk before rushing to his still form on the floor, blood oozing from a cut on his forehead.

TBC