"I had a dream..." - Jack/Ianto
So. I didn't like that ending. DENIAL!FIC! With special ending to make way for a possible sequal, how good am I?
"I had a dream that you died."
Not exactly what you want to hear first thing in the morning, Ianto thought to himself. But it's not like this sort of thing hadn't happened before, and it was kind of flattering, in a twisted sort of way. Jack Harkness reduced to this all because of him.
"Well I just burnt my hand on the kettle, so I'm pretty sure I'm alive." Flippancy probably wasn't what Jack wanted right now but in the early morning, the more sensitive parts of Ianto's brain were still fast asleep. "You needn't worry about dreams," he said turning his head towards Jack; the older man stood in the kitchen doorway, with one hand on the frame. "Go back to bed and I can bring you some tea, it's too cold to be standing about in nothing but- Jack!"
Cold arms held him around his waist, and an equally cold nose was resting on his shoulder. Definitely too cold to be wandering around in your underwear. Especially on a Sunday; it wasn't even 8am yet. Ianto had planned a lazy day, seeing as the Rift was supposed to be quiet over the weekend. He's snuck out of bed while Jack was still asleep to make some tea. Really, he'd prefer coffee - they both would - but that would only wake them up and Ianto was planning to go back to sleep as soon as the hot drink had brought some feeling back into his limbs.
"It was so real. You were dying because of me and there was nothing I could do." Ianto turned in Jack's arms.
"How?" He asked softly, not entirely sure he wanted to know in the first place.
"Poison in the air. I watched you die. It was so real," he repeated, eyes shining.
"We'll just have to take the gas masks with us in future then," Ianto said, attempting a small smile. He sighed, hands flat against Jack's chest as he thought about what to say. "I can't promise I'm not going to die under the age of eighty, but. I can promise I'm not going to just run into trouble. After everything... I think I'd be pretty annoyed to be killed off by some gas. I'm not dying before I'm thirty if I can help it, I'll tell you that. That's young even for Torchwood." There was a long pause, and Ianto rested his head on Jack's shoulder.
Jack suddenly grabbed a hold of one of Ianto's hands before stepping backwards, pulling the younger man back towards the bedroom. "I want tell you something."
"What?"
"I have a daughter. And a grandson. In Cardiff."