Dreamscapes And Nightmares 40/?

[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

John picked up the empty pot and threw it with force at the wall where it bounced off, hit the back of the sofa Jack was asleep on and then dropped to the floor.

“One month?” John muttered under his breath angrily. “You chose just to lose one months worth of memories? You idiot!”

Knowing that Jack wouldn't wake for hours he grabbed his coat and stormed out the flat to the nearest bar.

When Jack woke some time later his mind was more than a little foggy but he had the sensation of being watched, slowly opening one eye he saw John sat in the armchair opposite with a beer bottle in his hand watching him.

“John?” Jack asked, looking around the flat confused.

“That's my name, don't wear it out,” John snarked drunkenly.

“Where am I, where's Megan?” Jack asked. “Shit, she's going to kill me for being with you.”

“This is my flat, your staying with me,” John told him with some delight.

“Why? But that's ridiculous!” Jack retorted, slowing moving into a sitting position. “I'm living with Megan, she's about to have our baby! What have you done to me?”

“Nothing, I'm sorry Jack, Megan walked out on a few month ago, don't you remember?” John asked him.

“No? Why would she do that?” Jack asked, shaking his head as if trying to clear the fog within.

“You said that you just got home one day after a fight about you leaving the Time Agency and she was gone, along with all her belongings and not even so much as a note,” John replied, praying Jack believed his story.

“No, no, she'd never leave me, she loved me,” Jack told him. “I loved her and she knew that, was it you, did you say something to her?”

“Like what?” John asked. “She wouldn't give me the time of day, do you really think she'd listen to anything I'd have to say concerning you?”

“I don't know ... I'm so confused ... why can't I remember any of this?” Jack snapped.

“You retconned yourself, took the dose to lose a months worth of memories,” John told him with a small sigh. “you couldn't cope with it, losing her like that.”

“Did she, had she had the baby?” Jack asked quietly.

“No, she ... she lost the baby,” John replied, hating lying to his friend. “it was stillborn.”

“And ... and she left me ... I have to find her,” Jack said adamantly, angrily brushing the tear away that rolled down his face. “make her see that I still love her.”

“What if she doesn't want to be found?” John asked.

“She's obviously upset, not thinking straight,” Jack insisted. “oh my god, did she blame me, for losing the baby?”

“No, the doctors said it was a rare complication, barely seen in female pregnancies these days,” John replied, making it up as he was going along, surprising himself considering his inebriated condition.

“She needs me, I have to find her!” Jack stated, trying to stand and feeling woozy and sitting down again quickly.

“Not tonight you won't be,” John told him. “It's late and you're suffering the after effects of the retcon you took.”

“Tomorrow, first thing,” Jack replied resolutely. “I'll have to inform the Time Agency that I need compassionate leave.”

“You won't need to, you handed your notice in soon after she left,” John told him, thankful that that lie was only a little white one.

“Oh god!” Jack said, burying his face in his hands and sobbing loudly. “No wonder I took the retcon, could my life get any more fucked up?”

John moved to sit beside Jack, putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close so that Jack was sobbing into his chest and wishing he could have come up with something less distressing for his friend.

“Maybe you should just forget about her completely, start over and find another job?” John suggested gently. “If she could run out on you at such a time is she really worth all this?”

Jack nodded against his chest causing John to groan inwardly, knowing Jack like he did he knew he wouldn't give up until he found out the truth and they'd be back where they started.

“Look, we can't do anything tonight,” John said, thankful that Jack's sobs had subsided a little. “why don't you go and have a shower and then go to bed, I'll bring you a hot drink when you get out the bathroom?”

“Okay,” Jack said, agreeing somewhat easily and pulled out of John's arms. “do we have any of that retro chocolate drink?”

“Cocoa?” John asked and Jack nodded.

“I think so, I'll even make it with milk, can I get you anything else, you've not eaten since earlier?” He asked.

“No, I'm fine,” Jack told him, this time getting to his feet without feeling dizzy and heading straight into the bathroom.

Emerging from the steam filled bathroom sometime later, dressed again in the jog bottoms and t-shirt he had put on earlier after his first shower of the day he headed straight to the bedroom and climbed under the duvet.

John appeared soon after carrying a mug and handed it to him, Jack couldn't help but breathe in the aroma of the hot chocolate drink and took a small sip.

“That's great, thanks,” he told John, blowing on the hot liquid and then taking a little more.

“Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?” John checked.

“Nah, I'm good, still feeling sleepy,” Jack replied, drinking down more of his rapidly cooling beverage. “I'll just get some more sleep.”

“I'll see you in the morning then,” John replied. “and we'll work something out, I'm sure you'll find her if you try hard enough.”

“I will,” Jack replied, handing back his now empty mug. “goodnight.”

“Night Jack,” John replied, leaving the room and heading back to the kitchen where he washed the mug thoroughly, picked up the two empty retcon pots and buried then deep in the bottom on the bin.

Then he turned off all the lights and went back to Jack's room, opening the door quiet he slid into the bed next to Jack who was in the deep sleep of someone who'd taken two does of retcon, one large enough for them two lose two years of memories and curled into his warm body.

“It was for your own good, your sanity,” John whispered to him, convincing himself he'd done the right thing at the same time.

*~*~*

Ianto smiled softly at his sleeping husband, whatever was going on in his dreams he seemed more settled than he had for the whole time he'd been sedated, leaving the recliner he settled back on the bed beside Jack and wrapped an arm around him, knowing he'd wake soon and wanted to be close for whatever happened when he woke, good or bad.


TBC

A/N: *Grins*