Hi guys, so this is an AU with powers. I wanted to make it short as usual, but I got carried away, so this is just inspired by the prompt idea, I guess. As usual : I'm not a native speaker (yeah that didn't change haha) & every mistakes are mine (though a friend of mine helped me see some mistakes). Also this is the first time I write something over 2000 words in English that isn't school-related :)

Warnings : References to torture and child abduction, though none are described

Prompt Idea "they captured you and put me in your room because i can suppress other people's powers so you hate me but i'm lonely and bored and want to talk to you AU" (Torchwood/aliens don't exist in this prompt)


Part. 1 : Promises...


Jack fought back and yelled as he was dragged in the hallway. He punched one of his captors and stopped dead when he saw the gun in front of him. He smiled, though. The other man grinned, then laughed, and Jack suddenly hesitated.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah? Try and kill me, then."

He laughed again and hit him with the butt of the gun. Jack tried to push away unconsciousness but everything went black.


He opened his eyes and growled. His head hurt like hell, and it was even worse because he hadn't felt that way for more than ten years. Not since he had had his powers. He brushed his fingers over his forehead and hissed in pain. Why was he hurt? He couldn't possibly be hurt, he was supposed to heal fast!

"You awake?"

He didn't answer but looked at the young man who had spoken. He then looked at everywhere he could, quickly realising he was in a cell. No shit, Sherlock. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before sitting up. The young man brought him a glass of water but Jack just watched him without moving or saying anything.

"It'll do you good."

After a while, the young man – he was more of a teenager, really – took a sip and smiled.

"Not poisoned, see?"

"You could have an antidote."

"Oh so you can talk? They didn't say."

"They?"

"The people who brought you here."

Jack sighed then took the glass to drink. He was right, the cold water was helping. After a few minutes of silence, Jack looked up at him again.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Ianto, Sir."

"Jeez, don't call me Sir. How old are you?"

"I... I don't know."

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't know, it's not as if they came every year to celebrate my birthday."

Jack stared at him open-mouthed.

"Every year? How long have you been here?!"

"Well, I don't know either. Not exactly. I think I'm 18. Maybe 19. That means... 8 years."

"Eight years?! Wh- What... How?"

"They took me in to... try things. They found someone better after two years and I've been here the rest of the time. Sometimes they put someone else with me, but they never stay long."

"What about your parents?"

"I was sick, they said to my parents they would heal me."

"Did they? Heal you?"

"I don't know."

Jack sighed and stayed silent, trying to think. He had been imprudent and they had caught him. It wasn't the first time, but the two other times, he had managed to get free before they could even put him in a car. Because the others had been helping him. This time, he had yelled at them to leave him alone because he knew that if they all came, some were going to die and even if he wouldn't, he hadn't wanted to take the risk. They deserved to live.

And now he was in this cell with this Ianto that had been here half of his life. And he couldn't leave him here. He had to get out, and he had to take Ianto with him.

He got up and examined closely every wall and the door. He would find a weak spot and get them out of here. He had to.

"I'm Jack, by the way. I'm 23, so really, don't call me 'Sir'. I was with friends before they took me in."

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah... Yes they are. I hope. I told them to run away."

"Why?"

"So they could live on."

"But you're trapped here."

"I didn't want them to die for me."

"Why?"

"'Cause... I don't know. They're my family now. I can't let them die for me. I'll come back. That's what I do. I always come back," he whispered the last sentence, closing his eyes for a moment. He jumped when Ianto put a hand on his shoulder, and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch me!" Jack snapped.

"I didn't mean to frighten you... You just... seemed sad..."

They stared at each other for a long time. Jack finally let go, because being so close to Ianto was weakening him. He took his distance, pretending to check other parts of the wall while Ianto stayed in a corner. Jack eventually smiled kindly and looked at Ianto who had sat down, his knees up against his chest and his chin resting on his arms, crossed on his knees. He looked miserable. Jack had to say something.

"I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's okay."

"No it's not, I'm sorry. You've been here all your life, alone. I don't have any right to scream at your face. You didn't ask for that." Jack crouched beside him and put his hand on his arm. Ianto flinched away and Jack sighed again. He knew what that meant. He straightened up and turned his back on the young man.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Ianto whispered. But in the quiet of the room, Jack could hear it properly. He stopped in the middle of the cell and took a moment to think. Then he resumed his analysis of the place and patted the wall opposite to where Ianto was.

"I'm not, really."

"That's what they all said or thought."

"This cell somehow prevents me from using my powers, doesn't it? It does the same to you? I suppose you're here because you have powers too? That was your illness, wasn't it? You had strange powers and-"

"This is my power," Ianto mumbled but Jack quite didn't hear him.

"What?"

Ianto didn't answer and Jack let him be for the moment.