Dreamscapes And Nightmares 38/?

[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

“Just under an hour until he's due to wake now,” Chloe said, handing Ianto a mug of coffee and not missing just how exhausted her friend was. “promise me you'll get some rest soon?”

“Once Jack is okay,” Ianto told her. “in one way i'm anxious for him to wake but on he other hand I'm scared what he's remembered is going to scar him for the rest of his ... his immortal life.”

“That's what the red pills are for though,” Chloe said thoughtfully. “I know they won't make him forget the trauma but they will ease the effect on his mind, defuse any depression.”

“I hope they work like they are meant to,” Ianto replied sadly. “I have a feeling that whatever happened it was one of the worst thing to ever happen in his life or he would never have had the two years taken from his memories in the first place.”

Chloe nodded. “We'll be there for him, all of us.”

“I know,” Ianto replied, with a weak smile. “I know ...”

*~*~*

“I'm resigning from the Time Agency first thing tomorrow,” Jack told John, slurring his words a little and refilling his glass.

“Why? If I was you I'd use their resources to hunt down the rest of the T'rrark and wipe out their species,” John urged. “stop them doing this to any other colony, planet!”

“The ones responsible for this have been killed or captured, I don't have the energy to go into battle against a whole species,” Jack told him, downing ... well, he'd lost count of the number of drinks he'd had after the tenth glass.

“I'd help you and I'm sure most of both our squadrons would be up for it,” John replied.

“Why?” Jack asked curiously, trying to focus on John's face, which was swimming before his eyes.

“Why what?” John asked.

“Why are you so determined for me to vent my revenge on them and want to help?” Jack frowned.

“You're my friend,” John shrugged.

“We've barely seen each other in six months and I know you hated Megan, so why do you want to avenge her death so much?” Jack asked him.

“For you,” John replied.

“But I've already made it clear that I think it's a bad idea, why try and change my mind?” Jack asked.

“Because if it was you that had been murdered I know I would want to tract down the whole species of murdering bastards and make them pay for killing the person I loved,” John told him, reaching out across the table and grabbing Jack's hand.

Jack shook it off.

“You don't love me John, you never did, you just loved the fucking,” Jack snapped at him.

“But we were so good together,” John retorted. “and I know I fell for you even if you won't admit to feeling the same way for me.”

“I have never been in love with you John, lust yes, I'll admit that but love, no!” Jack stated. “Nothing like I felt for Megan.”

“Tell me something Jack, I want the truth,” John replied. “if Megan hadn't fallen pregnant would you have stayed with her?”

“Yes,” Jack replied simply.

“What if I had, when we were together, would you have stuck with me?” John asked.

“No,” Jack told him. “I didn't love you, it wouldn't have been fair on any of us.”

“You bastard,” John yelled, picking up the now empty hypervodka bottle and throwing it across the kitchen to smash against the wall.

“Get out John, just leave me alone,” Jack told him, scraping his chair back and getting to his feet, almost toppling over and having to grab the edge of the table to stop himself. “fuck!”

“You're pissed, at least let me help you to the bedroom?” John replied, nowhere near as inebriated as the other man having drunk less than a third of the bottle.

“I can manage,” Jack told him, making his way slowly and unsteadily towards the kitchen door only to stumble a foot away from it.

“No, you clearly can't,” John replied, wrapping an arm around him and leading him upstairs and into the bedroom.

Jack stifled a sob at the sight of the perfectly made bed and the empty cot in the corner, not making any attempt to stop John when he sat him on the edge of the bed and removed his boots and socks.

“They're gone, they're really gone,” Jack said quietly, silent tears running down his face once more. “I can't ...”

“You can go on and you will,” John told him resolutely, unzipping Jack's uniform top and pulling it off over his head. “you need to rest now.”

“I need to be alone,” Jack told him, pulling away from his former partner, grabbing a pillow and curling into a ball on the bed wearing only his trousers.

“I'll be downstairs,” John told him. “if you need anything.”

“You don't have to stay,” Jack mumbled.

“I'm not leaving you in this state,” John replied, pulling a blanket from the back of the small chair in the room where it lay folded and placing it over Jack.

When Jack didn't reply John looked closer at him, he was already in an alcohol induced sleep.

“I'm so sorry Jack, I really am,” John said softly, kissing the other man on the top of the head. “I meant it when I said I would never have wanted you to lose your family this way, no matter what my own feelings were about Megan.”

 

With that John left the room and headed back down to the kitchen, cleaning up the broken glass and then made his way to the living room with the means to clean up the blood he had seen when he'd arrived on the floor.

TBC