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Spoilers for 4x02, kind of. Goes a little different. You'll see.

Jack twisted and turned uncomfortably in his seat. The pain that ran through him was unbearable. It felt like small blades running through his veins, slowing tearing their way through his entire body. He swallowed a scream and continued to grip down on the arm rest. He could see everyone running around him, frantically looking for a cure. They were on a plane, there was no medicine within 30,000ft.

"Jack, sweetheart, I need you to look at me, okay?" Gwen, he recognized that voice. He hadn't even registered that his eyes were closed.

Jack nodded as he struggled to open his eyes. The light was blinding and he blinked rapidly to escape from the burn that the light brought.

"Good Jack, that's good. Just try to keep them open, okay?"

"Gwen, it hurts," Jack moaned.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Just be strong, okay? I'm right here." Gwen smiled warmly. It didn't help Jack much. He had seen that smile thousands of times. It was the smile she used on the victims that they could not save. The one that gave the illusion of hope, when she knew there wasn't any. Jack shivered and twisted again in his seat. He needed to concentrate on something other than the pain.

Gwen and Rex were standing close to him, whispering, though quite loudly. The flight attendants were a few feet away, looking conflicted between their fear of the 'prisoners' and their concern. The other CIA agent was unconscious handcuffed to the chair behind him. He vaguely remembered Gwen knocking her out. Wasn't there a needle in her hand? Weren't they going to save him? Did that not work?

"Gwen?"

"Yes, Jack. What is it?" She was at his side instantly, cradling one of his hands on both of hers.

"Did it work? The thing you were making?" his speech was becoming slurred.

Gwen looked down. "No, Jack. The needle broke when she kicked me." Tears started swelling in her eyes. "Oh Jack, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Jack whispered.

"No it's not Jack. We need you. I need you."

"You did pretty well without me," he smiled.

"It wasn't the same Jack. You have the affect you know. Always memorable, incorrigible you." Gwen let out a small laugh.

Jack smiled, but it quickly faltered as a shiver ran through his body. "Not long now." He laughed. "You know, this feels like eternity and I used to have that."

"Oh Jack." She squeezed his hand.

"Where do you think I'll go?" Jack asked weakly.

"What do you mean?"

"It was always just blackness, but Ianto swore that I just wasn't down there long enough."

"I don't know Jack. What do you feel?" Tears were speeding down her face now.

Jack relaxed his body and let his senses just run rapid, except the pain wasn't there anymore. "I feel warm." He let the warmth wash over him like a blanket being draped over his shoulders. His nose alerted him of a new smell. "Gwen, I smell coffee." He smiled brightly. Then he heard it. His name being called by beautiful Welsh vowels. "Ianto's here."

Gwen ran her hand through Jack's sweaty hair as his head rolled to one side. His eyes closed and she kissed his forehead and whispered, "Ianto and coffee. Sounds like heaven."

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