Ianto moaned. He thrashed around the sheets and tears trickled their way down his face. Jack stood in the door way holding a glass of water and watched his lover wiht concern. He set the glass of down, "Yan. Wake up, it's just a bad dream. YAN!" the captain urged while shaking him.
"NO!" the young man screamed bolting upright into Jacks' arms. His body was covered in a cold sweat and he breathed in great huffs, chest heaving.
"Shhh. It's alright. Whatever it was, it's alright now." Jack hushed gently stroking his trembling back.
"Oh Jack!" Ianto sobbed into the strong shoulder, "Lisa. She, she killed all the others and...And she made me kill you. Over and over again. Until, until. Oh Jack!" He gripped the mans waist tighter as the sobs became more violent.
"Ianto. You know you cant kill me. It's alright, Im never going leaving you. I promise." he said gently laying back onto the pillows. The two lay there, Ianto in Jacks' arms silently crying while he stroked his back and planted kisses on his head.
A loud clap of thunder made the flat shake. Ianto grogily felt around the other side of the bed and grunted in dissaproval when he found the pillow cold and no Jack under the covers. He sat up and nearly fell off the bed as another clap of thunder, followed by a brilliant streak of lightning, shook the flat again. Now alert, Ianto pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a shirt from the closet. While getting dressed he shuffled into the kitchen. Ianto pressed the little black button on the coffee maker labeled START and pulled down a mug from the top left cabnit. He poured the dark steaming liquid into it.
Taking the cup of coffee Ianto walked out of the flat and up the narrow stair case to the rooftop. He waved to who was busy tending to his flower garden. gave him a friedly smile and went back to pruning the now yellowing rose bushes. Ianto looked up into the dark gray sky adn was delighted to see bits of orange sunlight shine through. He looked out over the waking city. Out of the cornor of his eye he say Jack standing near the ledge. Quietly he tiptoed behinde the man. Ianto cleared his throat, Jack turned and quickly went to wipe at the cornors of his eyes. "I brought your coffee, sir." he said.
"Thanks Yan." Jack took the mug and let his fingers slowly trace over the boys'. They lingered there for a moment more then he turned away. The younger man lingered back, wondering weither or not to stand beside his lover.
"Do you need anything else, sir?" Ianto asked, Jack nodded.
"First of all, I need you to stop calling me 'sir'. It makes me feel old.", Ianto chuckled at this. "And" Jack began, "I need you to come and watch the storm with me." His tone remineded Ianto of his granfather, Powerful yet sad to the point of heartbreak. The man walked over ot him and breathted in deep as Jack wrapped his arm around his waist. There was a clink as the mug was set on the ledge.
Another BOOM of thunder sounded and the bottom fell out. Rain poured in thick slanted sheets down on the couple. It soaked them to the bone and stung against their faces.
Ianto felt the cold rain and it gave him goosebumps. But he could also feel Jacks' warm tears on his cheek. They were the tears of a soldier, a lover, and a friend. His father had once told him that strong men cry in the rain. Ianto haden't belived him until now.