Hey. This is going to be my new serious fic so it will be long so far I have it planned for at least ten chapters which is always a good start right? So will be doing more soon x


He held on tight to his fathers strong grasp as he walked around the living room. "Say goodnight Ianto." His dad smiled as he picked the small boy up to hug his mum who was sat on the sofa – her leg in plaster from falling down the stairs a week before.

"Goodnight Ianto." The young boy chuckled to himself feeling extremely clever in himself, and smiled as his parents laughed too. "Night mummy. I love you." He grinned kissing her on the cheek. "When you wake up tomorrow I'll make you a big breakfast." Ianto continued, hoping that if he spoke a bit more then his bedtime could be raised a little.

"With bacon?" His mum smiled picking her son up and sitting him on the edge of the sofa, stroking his hair.

"With bacon." Ianto cheered.

"And eggs?" His mum laughed.

"And eggs. Scrambled because that's my favourite." Ianto giggled.

"Mine too." His mum smiled, she really did have the cutest son. At four years old Ianto Gavyn Jones was the sweetest kid in the area.

"Bed time." His dad laughed. Pouting, Ianto tried to look adorable but failed miserably as his dad swooped him up once more and then headed up to his bedroom.

The walls were painted a mixture of blues, with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was like a space wonderland. "Daddy tell me a story." Ianto smiled and tucked himself in the bed, hitting the sheet next to him for his dad to sit next to him.

"What story do you want me to tell you tonight?" His dad asked wrapping his little boy in his arms.

"A space story." Ianto grinned. "One day daddy I'm going to go to space."

"Will you bring me back a star?" His dad asked brightly.

"The biggest and brightest star in the planet." He said defiantly. "And mummy too." Ianto looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "The story daddy."

"Once upon a time lived a young boy called Ianto Jones." Ianto grinned and cheered at that and his dad smiled with glee. "He was the smartest and handsomest boy in his class and he left school with brilliant grades and big plans." Ianto smiled, at four he could already count, write his name and other words, and could talk with high standard. "He wanted to go to space. And one day he marched up to NASA and demanded that he should be able to go to job. Who were they to refuse? They handed him the keys to the biggest and shiniest rocket they had."

"What colour was the rocket daddy?" Ianto asked eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement from the story.

"Blue." His dad smiled.

"But rockets are white." Ianto stated with fact.

"It was a special rocket son." His dad smiled.

"So did I go to space?" Ianto asked with a grin.

"Yeah. You discovered planets, and you brought back your parents two bright stars." His dad smiled and Ianto settled so his head was now on his pillow, his eyes threatening to close.

"One day daddy I'm going to meet a real life alien." Ianto smiled.

"Wont you be scared?" His dad asked, he loved the fact that his son had such a wide imagination.

"No silly. Aliens are friendly. I'll share my coco pops with them." Ianto giggled and yawned.

"Sleepy time." Ianto smiled and nodded at his dad. His father walked over to the window and closed it before pulling the curtains shut, he looked over at his son who was slowly starting to fall asleep.

"Night daddy." Ianto said lazily.

"Night son."

It was dark. Darker than a normal night in Wales. There was no air in the room; everything was still. The bed seemed so much bigger than it did before he fell asleep. But then he woke up. No – he was woken up. And now he felt so much smaller. He tried to think back to what had woken him up. But all he could concentrate on was the darkness and the fact that it seemed to be getting darker. Rustling of the trees outside diverted his eyes to the window. His dad had closed it when he had said goodnight. Now the window was wide open. Subconsciously the young boy moved so he was sat up straight. Pulling the covers around him tightly as though they could help shield him from the darkness.

Doing the only thing he could think of; Ianto started to scream. Desperate please for his father were being called and within a minute the door burst open and his father stood there with sleep in his eyes staring at Ianto. "Hey son its okay I'm here." He said soothingly, his tone comforting the young boy. Just as Ianto went to run to his dad to be held tightly, his father was flung across the room.

Screaming, Ianto pulled the covers around him trying to hide away from the desperate screams of his father. Daring a glance at his father Ianto wished he hadn't, there was blood every where. His eyes were scrunched tight and his lips open muffled screams escaping from them. The door opened again and Ianto looked up to see his mother standing there crutches helping her stand. She looked at the crumpled body of her husband on the floor blood covering his shirt and trousers. She screamed and turned her gaze to Ianto who was shaking on the bed, she moved slowly over to him, but she wasn't quick enough. The shadows got her too.

-x-

Ianto woke up screaming. Jack sat up too and stared in shock as his lover tried to control his breathing. His heart was beating over time as he tried to calm down, he felt hands on his shoulders and pushed them away quickly and jumping off the bed.

"Yan, its only me." Jack whispered.

Ianto heard the words but he didn't register them. The voice was familiar but he couldn't remember who it was. Jack moved closer to him. "Deep breaths Ianto." Jack said gently.

"Jack?" Ianto asked wearily.

"Its me." Jack smiled taking Ianto's hands in his. "You're okay now it was just a bad dream." Ianto shook his head and fell into Jack's arms, holding on to him tightly.

"It wasn't just a dream." Ianto cried.

"Want to talk about it?" Jack asked as he guided Ianto back to the bed. Ianto shook his head and continued to cling to Jack's embrace. "Okay, close your eyes okay." Even though Ianto knew that if he closed his eyes the darkness would soon engulf him, but Jack told him to do it and Jack wouldn't hurt him. So he closed his eyes and prayed sleep wouldn't take him again.