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[note_thestripes]

Characters: Jack & Jones
Rating: J for Jack
Time Period: Modern
Location: their home.
Relative Date: A few weeks after their 'trip'.
Status: Closed

The first thing Jack noticed that was odd in the morning was that he woke up. Jack never awoke; he simply rolled over and was awake. Jack drifted in and out of consciousness, sleeping a few hours every

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[teaboy_ianto_j]

Ianto walked through the door of their cottage, and heard Jack calling out for him. Which was a bit strange. He didn't think he'd been gone all that long, but Jack was actually asleep for once when he'd gone out for a walk around the grounds and he hadn't wanted to wake him

[note_thestripes]

The snippets of dreams Jack had over the course of the evening had thrown Jack for a complete loop. He wasn't one who ever dreamed (though he may say he had visions if you wanted to call them that) but Jack didn't know what to call this. The snippets made him think it had happened to him, even if he never remembered the events.

It was bloody confusing is what it was. Jack didn't know what was going on, but when he woke up without Ianto at his side, he was scared Ianto was gone. Permanently. There was a distinct feeling of loss associated with the dream and Jack felt like he'd had his other half ripped away.

He leaned down, pressing his nose to Ianto's pillow. No, his scent was still there at least. So he was still here... theoretically.

The moment Jack heard the welsh vowels, Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "In here!" Jack shouted, shoulders relaxing a bit when he finally saw Ianto come in the room. "Just... just come here," Jack said softly. "I need to make sure you're real."

[teaboy_ianto_j]

"Make sure I'm real? Jack...what's going on?" Ianto asked quietly, as he sat down on his side of the bed next to Jack. He was quite confused as to what was going on here. It wasn't like Jack to act like this. And wanting to make sure he was real? What is that all about? There were many different explanations running through Ianto's mind, but only Jack could tell him what was happening.

[note_thestripes]

Jack shook his head, tossing the covers aside and sat up straighter, pulling Ianto into his arms without another word. He felt real and solid in his arms and that was all that mattered. Jack buried his nose in Ianto's neck and inhaled deeply. Yes, that was Ianto's scent.

This was his lover, here in his arms.

"Later," Jack murmured, lips pressed against Ianto's neck. "Just... need to hold you for a minute. You can laugh and call me a sap later. Just shut up and kiss me."