In The Cold Light Of Morning - Rewind
Title: In The Cold Light Of Morning
Rating: 15 maybe?
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John
Chapters: Chapter Number Four
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: Ianto has to live with the consequences of his actions.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though. Title belongs to Placebo.
Author’s Notes: Chapter Four is here, in all of its mad, almost experimental glory. Apologies if this chapter feels like just a lot of dialogue and street wandering! Big thanks have to go to my beta,
2nd_toshiko, and to all the lovely people who’ve followed this series! As always, all comments are loved, adored and life! :)
Chapter One: So Much For My Happy Ending
Chapter Two: Lost But Not Found
Chapter Three: Call Me When You're Sober
Dedicated to
2nd_toshiko for beta’ing this series and keeping me sane, and to
naddypants for supplying me with Janto mugs, coffee and much needed cookies!
This Jack wasn’t immortal.
“It’s beige.” Ianto wrinkled his nose, throwing the paint palette back across the table.
“But it’s simple. And your mother will love it.”
“That’s your excuse for everything.” He smiled, nudging Jack gently in the ribs. “Besides, it wouldn’t go with the black sofa.”
“We can get a new sofa.” Jack laughed, looking at another colour chart.
“Torchwood doesn’t pay me enough for that Jack.”
“Who said anything about you buying it? This is our flat right? I can pay.” Standing up, Jack wound his arms around his partner’s slim shoulders, kissing the top of his head. “100 years of torchwood salary add up you know.”
“But it’s not right, like you said this is our flat, so we should pay for things together. Just because you’ve got more money than me doesn’t mean that.”
“God you are so adorable when you’re flustered.” The Captain bent his head, pressing a gentle kiss to his partner’s lips. “Can we talk money later though? I’m bored.” He pressed more kisses to Ianto’s neck, working his hands down his shoulders and onto his chest.
“Jack……not now, please………we’ve got to……….pick a colour…….Jaaaaack……” Ianto breathed, as Jack started to lift off his t-shirt.
“You talk too much.” The Captain murmured, pulling him into a deeper kiss because he could argue.
Jack shot up in bed, his chest pulsing as he struggled to breathe. He shook his head, turning to his side to look at the empty bed beside him. He was still alone. Rubbing his eyes, he reached over and turned on the light, his eyes blinking in the brightness. Ianto was right there, behind his eye lids, mouth smiling, and eyes soft and beautiful.
“Where are you Yan?” The Captain found himself saying, his words thrown out into the dimness of the room. “I wish I could see you, know that you are safe.” He opened his eyes, staring out into the space around him. “I sound insane don’t I? Talking to you when you can’t hear me. But I promise Yan, I will find you. I don’t know where John’s taken you, but someday, I will find you.”
In his grotty hotel room, worlds away from the man he loved, Ianto was just waking up, his head sore and dehydrated from the alcohol he had drank the night before. Sitting up, he threw off the grey sheets that covered him, feeling suffocated. His body ached, and his heart felt heavier than lead. His hazy thoughts suddenly forming into recollections. He saw Jack in his head, not his Captain, but the man he’d met the night before, the Jack who smoked and drank and fought for no reason. The Jack who couldn’t die. The Jack who didn’t love him. What had he done? He’d betrayed his Jack, he’d effectively slept with someone else, someone who didn’t matter to him.
Would his Jack understand? Would he realise how alone Ianto had felt, how much he needed comforting, how much he needed to have someone who reminded him of what he had had? Ianto shook his head, he couldn’t think about Jack right now. Standing up, he quickly peered at himself in the mirror, his body still clothed from when he had thrown himself in bed the night before. Grabbing his jacket, he left his hotel room, desperate for fresh air.
There were only so many times that Ianto could take wandering the streets of Cardiff for no reason, and he was sure that right now, he was at his limit. But his hotel room had suffocated him, made him feel as if he had to get out, to escape before he lost his mind. But as he walked, he felt soulless, so without meaning that he didn’t even know where he was going anymore. He had nowhere to go. He’d have to find a job somewhere, a real place to live, someway of surviving. But what was the point? There would be no meaning to it, he would simply be doing it all to carve out a simple existence, make a way in an alien world.
He didn’t know how long he had walked for, or even far, but soon Ianto found himself on a painfully familiar street. The same street he had fled from in the earlier hours of that morning. He looked up, his eyes resting on the flat above the Chinese take away, It looked so different in the morning light, so cold and unforgiving, not the place he had wanted to end up the night before. He turned away quickly, memories flooding his mind, the smell of the take away food making him feel nauseous.
“You’re back then?” An arrogant voice behind him laughed, causing Ianto to turn round slowly. “Ianto? Right?”
“Yes.” Ianto mumbled, his gaze averting Jack’s.
“Didn't think I’d see you back here.” The Captain paused, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He was sat on the small wall outside the Chinese, his back partly to Ianto in a way that made him unrecognisable. If it hadn’t been for his accent. That beautiful accent. “Did you miss me?”
“No. I was just leaving.” Jack’s eyes wandered over Ianto, and in turn, the younger man felt himself look at him despite not wanting to. He hated the way that his looks mimicked his Jack’s so perfectly, better in a way as the Captain’s black t-shirt clung to his torso, black jeans hugging his hips.
“Of course you were.” Jack smirked, his gaze still fixed on the younger man. “I don’t mind doing it again if you wan-”
“No. Goodbye Jack.” Ianto turned and tried to walk away, his heart pounding in his chest. If he could just get away from him…..
“Hey, wait.” Stubbing out his cigarette quickly, Jack jogged after him, keeping two steps ahead of the Welshman so that he could look him in the eye. “I wanted to talk to, about last night.”
“What about it?”
“Well……..this is going to sound strange, but……have we slept together before?”
“No……..why?” Ianto said quickly, his stomach so twisted that it felt like it would burst.
“It’s just weird, last night, you felt familiar, like you’d been with me before.” Jack stared at him, searching his face for any recollection.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do Ianto. I think you know me a lot better than you’re telling me.” Reaching out, Jack grabbed Ianto’s shoulders, holding him so that he had to look at him.
“And I think you’re being ridiculous.” Ianto snapped, writhing around in his grasp.
“Am I? Who are you Ianto?”
“I’m no one ok? I’m some stupid guy who you shagged. Can’t you just forget me?”
“No. I can’t. Don’t ask me why.” The Captain’s voice became softer, and as he looked at him, Ianto felt his feelings soften dangerously. He was too close for comfort. “You don’t want a drink do you?”
“I don’t drink in the day.” Ianto replied bluntly, wrenching himself for Jack’s grasp at last. “And I don’t think you and me should be doing this.”
“Doing what? You scared of what a drink might lead to?”
“Yes. I’ve done the just sex thing before Jack, it doesn’t work for me.”
“Then what about a just drinks thing? Can we talk at least? I don’t know why, but you intrigue me Jones.” The Captain smiled, stepping back slightly to give Ianto the space he needed. He had tried to not agree. Tried to walk away and pretend that what he felt for his Jack was too much to keep him away from this Jack. But he was wrong, even though both Jack’s were different; they were still, essentially Jack.
The Rose & Crown was a pub that Ianto knew well, and sitting in one of the booths reminded him of so much. It was pub that was so close to the Hub, so in his world they had often gone there for a drink after work. He remembered the last quiz night they had had there, long before the wedding, where they had finally beaten “The Cardiff Constables”. He remembered cheering when Toshiko came up with the right answer, finding himself being pulled into a group hug by Gwen. Owen had bought them all a celebratory pint and they’d sat down and drunk it smugly as the other teams left. And then Jack……..Jack had wound his arm around him and whispered “I love you” into his ear.
“Are you sure your ok with just a coke?” This Jack said quickly, almost slamming the drinks down onto the table.
“I told you, I don’t drink in the day.”
“Oh come on.” The Captain smiled, taking a huge gulp of beer himself. “Live a little.”
“I am living. I’m all too aware of that thanks.” Ianto snapped, taking a sip of his coke and turning as far away from this alien Jack as he could. He should never have agreed to this…..
“You’re too uptight Jones, you know that?”
“Is this why you wanted to bring me for a drink? So you could tell me about all my flaws and make yourself look perfect?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Good.” He felt like such a child, but Ianto just wanted to scream, have a tantrum right then and there. He wanted his Jack, not this imposter, and every second of trying to pretend that this Jack could ever be anything more was slowing killing him.
“Look…….I’m not perfect Jones.” The Captain said eventually, resting back in his seat, voice breaking the silence that had developed between them. “I mean look at me. I’m an alcoholic, I’m stuck addicted to these.” He threw his empty pack of cigarettes onto the table. “I’m violent; I’m probably going to end up dying a very painful death someday. Fuck knows, I’m probably even addicted to sex.” He paused, his eyes meeting with Ianto’s. “I don’t like myself.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“What else am I supposed to do? We’re stuck in a society of excess!” He laughed, taking another huge pull of beer from his glass. “Some people are lucky; they’ve got someone to keep them away from this life, someone to give them a reason to look after themselves. People like me don’t have that, all we have is drink, tobacco and the promise of a fuck once in a while.” His voice growing softer, Jack came to a natural stop, for once not being able to look at the younger man next to him. His serious face cracked into another pitying smile. “Why the hell am I telling you any of this?”
It was with that one look that Ianto suddenly understood the man in front of him. This was his Jack, the cold hearted man that his Jack had once been. Whenever they had talked about his past, Jack had told him that he hadn’t been proud of who he used to be, that back then he had been different. The Doctor has changed him, he had made him a hero, and then somehow along the way he had become immortal, though he had never said why. But if this Jack has never met the Doctor, if he had just carried on, in some ways, although it pained Ianto to think it, this Jack was just like John. The same selfish man who has devoted his life to excess and pleasure at everyone else’s expense. But there was something there, behind Jack’s words that told Ianto that this wasn’t what the Captain wanted, and maybe, just maybe, Ianto was the one to help him.
“You think I’m crazy don’t you?” Jack smirked, finishing off his beer. “I can see it.”
“No. I think you’re lost.”
“Oh how poetic. To be lost I would have had to have belonged somewhere in the first place. I never have.” He sighed, brushing at his jeans absentmindedly. “Why are you listening to this?”
“Because you want me to? Why else would you have brought me here?” Ianto softened, letting his gaze meet with the Captain’s comfortably for the first time since they had met.
“ Look, I’m not some charity case. I don’t need a shoulder to cry on.”
“I never said you did. Just because you don’t need one, doesn’t mean you don’t want one.”
“Who the fuck are you Ianto Jones?” Jack looked at him, eyes piercing his all of a sudden. “How can you understand me after one night?”
“Maybe we’re alike.” Ianto breathed, looking away. Too alike.
“That would explain a lot.” The Captain smiled, leaning forward. “But that doesn’t tell me who you are. Really.”
When blue eyes hit blue, Ianto almost felt like telling him, like letting everything spill out. His imagination began to work over time, showing him scenes of how things might be if he told this Jack about who he was. Maybe over time they could pick up where he and his Jack had left off, forge out a relationship the same as what he’d lost. No. This wasn’t the right Jack.
“I’ve got to go. Thanks for the drink.” He said quickly, grabbing his jacket and standing up.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” Jack reached out, grabbing his wrist, the pressure crushing enough to make Ianto grimace. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh I think we are Jack. I’ll see you around.”
Leaving the pub, Ianto’s mind buzzed with activity. The guilt he had felt earlier hadn’t subsided; it lingered on in his stomach, bubbling away. More than anything, he wished he was back with the man he loved, his partner, doing the things that they always did. It was a Saturday, and right now he knew that they should be visiting his parents, and then going out to look at new furniture like they had planned. He felt a deep stab of pain hit him squarely in the heart, he missed that. He’d only been away for 24 hours or so, but he missed his life, missed the security and love that had developed into it. He knew that he could never betray Jack again, never sleep with the man who he had left so unceremoniously in the pub, because if he did, he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to take the pain again.
But his talk with Jack had made him realise some type of purpose, some reason for him to carry on in this new world. He didn’t know if he would ever get home again, ever see his Jack again and be able to return to the life that he could only dream of. But, he was certain of one thing. The Jack of this world was going to need him, and Ianto knew, if it was the one thing he could do, he would save this Jack like his Jack had saved him. After all, he owed him that…..
So what do you think? This chapter went through about three different plot changes before I finally got here! Anyway, please comment if you can, because you keep me writing this series! Thanks!
Just Being Me
xxxx
Click here for the next chapter, Remember Me
Rating: 15 maybe?
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John
Chapters: Chapter Number Four
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: Ianto has to live with the consequences of his actions.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though. Title belongs to Placebo.
Author’s Notes: Chapter Four is here, in all of its mad, almost experimental glory. Apologies if this chapter feels like just a lot of dialogue and street wandering! Big thanks have to go to my beta,
2nd_toshiko, and to all the lovely people who’ve followed this series! As always, all comments are loved, adored and life! :)
Chapter One: So Much For My Happy Ending
Chapter Two: Lost But Not Found
Chapter Three: Call Me When You're Sober
Dedicated to
2nd_toshiko for beta’ing this series and keeping me sane, and to
naddypants for supplying me with Janto mugs, coffee and much needed cookies!
This Jack wasn’t immortal.
“It’s beige.” Ianto wrinkled his nose, throwing the paint palette back across the table.
“But it’s simple. And your mother will love it.”
“That’s your excuse for everything.” He smiled, nudging Jack gently in the ribs. “Besides, it wouldn’t go with the black sofa.”
“We can get a new sofa.” Jack laughed, looking at another colour chart.
“Torchwood doesn’t pay me enough for that Jack.”
“Who said anything about you buying it? This is our flat right? I can pay.” Standing up, Jack wound his arms around his partner’s slim shoulders, kissing the top of his head. “100 years of torchwood salary add up you know.”
“But it’s not right, like you said this is our flat, so we should pay for things together. Just because you’ve got more money than me doesn’t mean that.”
“God you are so adorable when you’re flustered.” The Captain bent his head, pressing a gentle kiss to his partner’s lips. “Can we talk money later though? I’m bored.” He pressed more kisses to Ianto’s neck, working his hands down his shoulders and onto his chest.
“Jack……not now, please………we’ve got to……….pick a colour…….Jaaaaack……” Ianto breathed, as Jack started to lift off his t-shirt.
“You talk too much.” The Captain murmured, pulling him into a deeper kiss because he could argue.
Jack shot up in bed, his chest pulsing as he struggled to breathe. He shook his head, turning to his side to look at the empty bed beside him. He was still alone. Rubbing his eyes, he reached over and turned on the light, his eyes blinking in the brightness. Ianto was right there, behind his eye lids, mouth smiling, and eyes soft and beautiful.
“Where are you Yan?” The Captain found himself saying, his words thrown out into the dimness of the room. “I wish I could see you, know that you are safe.” He opened his eyes, staring out into the space around him. “I sound insane don’t I? Talking to you when you can’t hear me. But I promise Yan, I will find you. I don’t know where John’s taken you, but someday, I will find you.”
In his grotty hotel room, worlds away from the man he loved, Ianto was just waking up, his head sore and dehydrated from the alcohol he had drank the night before. Sitting up, he threw off the grey sheets that covered him, feeling suffocated. His body ached, and his heart felt heavier than lead. His hazy thoughts suddenly forming into recollections. He saw Jack in his head, not his Captain, but the man he’d met the night before, the Jack who smoked and drank and fought for no reason. The Jack who couldn’t die. The Jack who didn’t love him. What had he done? He’d betrayed his Jack, he’d effectively slept with someone else, someone who didn’t matter to him.
Would his Jack understand? Would he realise how alone Ianto had felt, how much he needed comforting, how much he needed to have someone who reminded him of what he had had? Ianto shook his head, he couldn’t think about Jack right now. Standing up, he quickly peered at himself in the mirror, his body still clothed from when he had thrown himself in bed the night before. Grabbing his jacket, he left his hotel room, desperate for fresh air.
There were only so many times that Ianto could take wandering the streets of Cardiff for no reason, and he was sure that right now, he was at his limit. But his hotel room had suffocated him, made him feel as if he had to get out, to escape before he lost his mind. But as he walked, he felt soulless, so without meaning that he didn’t even know where he was going anymore. He had nowhere to go. He’d have to find a job somewhere, a real place to live, someway of surviving. But what was the point? There would be no meaning to it, he would simply be doing it all to carve out a simple existence, make a way in an alien world.
He didn’t know how long he had walked for, or even far, but soon Ianto found himself on a painfully familiar street. The same street he had fled from in the earlier hours of that morning. He looked up, his eyes resting on the flat above the Chinese take away, It looked so different in the morning light, so cold and unforgiving, not the place he had wanted to end up the night before. He turned away quickly, memories flooding his mind, the smell of the take away food making him feel nauseous.
“You’re back then?” An arrogant voice behind him laughed, causing Ianto to turn round slowly. “Ianto? Right?”
“Yes.” Ianto mumbled, his gaze averting Jack’s.
“Didn't think I’d see you back here.” The Captain paused, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He was sat on the small wall outside the Chinese, his back partly to Ianto in a way that made him unrecognisable. If it hadn’t been for his accent. That beautiful accent. “Did you miss me?”
“No. I was just leaving.” Jack’s eyes wandered over Ianto, and in turn, the younger man felt himself look at him despite not wanting to. He hated the way that his looks mimicked his Jack’s so perfectly, better in a way as the Captain’s black t-shirt clung to his torso, black jeans hugging his hips.
“Of course you were.” Jack smirked, his gaze still fixed on the younger man. “I don’t mind doing it again if you wan-”
“No. Goodbye Jack.” Ianto turned and tried to walk away, his heart pounding in his chest. If he could just get away from him…..
“Hey, wait.” Stubbing out his cigarette quickly, Jack jogged after him, keeping two steps ahead of the Welshman so that he could look him in the eye. “I wanted to talk to, about last night.”
“What about it?”
“Well……..this is going to sound strange, but……have we slept together before?”
“No……..why?” Ianto said quickly, his stomach so twisted that it felt like it would burst.
“It’s just weird, last night, you felt familiar, like you’d been with me before.” Jack stared at him, searching his face for any recollection.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do Ianto. I think you know me a lot better than you’re telling me.” Reaching out, Jack grabbed Ianto’s shoulders, holding him so that he had to look at him.
“And I think you’re being ridiculous.” Ianto snapped, writhing around in his grasp.
“Am I? Who are you Ianto?”
“I’m no one ok? I’m some stupid guy who you shagged. Can’t you just forget me?”
“No. I can’t. Don’t ask me why.” The Captain’s voice became softer, and as he looked at him, Ianto felt his feelings soften dangerously. He was too close for comfort. “You don’t want a drink do you?”
“I don’t drink in the day.” Ianto replied bluntly, wrenching himself for Jack’s grasp at last. “And I don’t think you and me should be doing this.”
“Doing what? You scared of what a drink might lead to?”
“Yes. I’ve done the just sex thing before Jack, it doesn’t work for me.”
“Then what about a just drinks thing? Can we talk at least? I don’t know why, but you intrigue me Jones.” The Captain smiled, stepping back slightly to give Ianto the space he needed. He had tried to not agree. Tried to walk away and pretend that what he felt for his Jack was too much to keep him away from this Jack. But he was wrong, even though both Jack’s were different; they were still, essentially Jack.
The Rose & Crown was a pub that Ianto knew well, and sitting in one of the booths reminded him of so much. It was pub that was so close to the Hub, so in his world they had often gone there for a drink after work. He remembered the last quiz night they had had there, long before the wedding, where they had finally beaten “The Cardiff Constables”. He remembered cheering when Toshiko came up with the right answer, finding himself being pulled into a group hug by Gwen. Owen had bought them all a celebratory pint and they’d sat down and drunk it smugly as the other teams left. And then Jack……..Jack had wound his arm around him and whispered “I love you” into his ear.
“Are you sure your ok with just a coke?” This Jack said quickly, almost slamming the drinks down onto the table.
“I told you, I don’t drink in the day.”
“Oh come on.” The Captain smiled, taking a huge gulp of beer himself. “Live a little.”
“I am living. I’m all too aware of that thanks.” Ianto snapped, taking a sip of his coke and turning as far away from this alien Jack as he could. He should never have agreed to this…..
“You’re too uptight Jones, you know that?”
“Is this why you wanted to bring me for a drink? So you could tell me about all my flaws and make yourself look perfect?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Good.” He felt like such a child, but Ianto just wanted to scream, have a tantrum right then and there. He wanted his Jack, not this imposter, and every second of trying to pretend that this Jack could ever be anything more was slowing killing him.
“Look…….I’m not perfect Jones.” The Captain said eventually, resting back in his seat, voice breaking the silence that had developed between them. “I mean look at me. I’m an alcoholic, I’m stuck addicted to these.” He threw his empty pack of cigarettes onto the table. “I’m violent; I’m probably going to end up dying a very painful death someday. Fuck knows, I’m probably even addicted to sex.” He paused, his eyes meeting with Ianto’s. “I don’t like myself.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“What else am I supposed to do? We’re stuck in a society of excess!” He laughed, taking another huge pull of beer from his glass. “Some people are lucky; they’ve got someone to keep them away from this life, someone to give them a reason to look after themselves. People like me don’t have that, all we have is drink, tobacco and the promise of a fuck once in a while.” His voice growing softer, Jack came to a natural stop, for once not being able to look at the younger man next to him. His serious face cracked into another pitying smile. “Why the hell am I telling you any of this?”
It was with that one look that Ianto suddenly understood the man in front of him. This was his Jack, the cold hearted man that his Jack had once been. Whenever they had talked about his past, Jack had told him that he hadn’t been proud of who he used to be, that back then he had been different. The Doctor has changed him, he had made him a hero, and then somehow along the way he had become immortal, though he had never said why. But if this Jack has never met the Doctor, if he had just carried on, in some ways, although it pained Ianto to think it, this Jack was just like John. The same selfish man who has devoted his life to excess and pleasure at everyone else’s expense. But there was something there, behind Jack’s words that told Ianto that this wasn’t what the Captain wanted, and maybe, just maybe, Ianto was the one to help him.
“You think I’m crazy don’t you?” Jack smirked, finishing off his beer. “I can see it.”
“No. I think you’re lost.”
“Oh how poetic. To be lost I would have had to have belonged somewhere in the first place. I never have.” He sighed, brushing at his jeans absentmindedly. “Why are you listening to this?”
“Because you want me to? Why else would you have brought me here?” Ianto softened, letting his gaze meet with the Captain’s comfortably for the first time since they had met.
“ Look, I’m not some charity case. I don’t need a shoulder to cry on.”
“I never said you did. Just because you don’t need one, doesn’t mean you don’t want one.”
“Who the fuck are you Ianto Jones?” Jack looked at him, eyes piercing his all of a sudden. “How can you understand me after one night?”
“Maybe we’re alike.” Ianto breathed, looking away. Too alike.
“That would explain a lot.” The Captain smiled, leaning forward. “But that doesn’t tell me who you are. Really.”
When blue eyes hit blue, Ianto almost felt like telling him, like letting everything spill out. His imagination began to work over time, showing him scenes of how things might be if he told this Jack about who he was. Maybe over time they could pick up where he and his Jack had left off, forge out a relationship the same as what he’d lost. No. This wasn’t the right Jack.
“I’ve got to go. Thanks for the drink.” He said quickly, grabbing his jacket and standing up.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” Jack reached out, grabbing his wrist, the pressure crushing enough to make Ianto grimace. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh I think we are Jack. I’ll see you around.”
Leaving the pub, Ianto’s mind buzzed with activity. The guilt he had felt earlier hadn’t subsided; it lingered on in his stomach, bubbling away. More than anything, he wished he was back with the man he loved, his partner, doing the things that they always did. It was a Saturday, and right now he knew that they should be visiting his parents, and then going out to look at new furniture like they had planned. He felt a deep stab of pain hit him squarely in the heart, he missed that. He’d only been away for 24 hours or so, but he missed his life, missed the security and love that had developed into it. He knew that he could never betray Jack again, never sleep with the man who he had left so unceremoniously in the pub, because if he did, he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to take the pain again.
But his talk with Jack had made him realise some type of purpose, some reason for him to carry on in this new world. He didn’t know if he would ever get home again, ever see his Jack again and be able to return to the life that he could only dream of. But, he was certain of one thing. The Jack of this world was going to need him, and Ianto knew, if it was the one thing he could do, he would save this Jack like his Jack had saved him. After all, he owed him that…..
So what do you think? This chapter went through about three different plot changes before I finally got here! Anyway, please comment if you can, because you keep me writing this series! Thanks!
Just Being Me
xxxx
Click here for the next chapter, Remember Me