Good Dreams Go Bad
Summary: Jack has a dream, but not of the good kind. Janto if you tilt your head to the left and squint
Disclaimer: *Reads close print on contract* According to this Torchwood, Doctor Who and all related hotness belong to Russell T Davies and, no , he isn't willing to share. Woe is I!
It was New Years Eve. It had turned out to be a perfect night, the stars were shining, it wasn't raining for once and it was only slightly cold.
He looked over at the other person on the roof with him. Ianto.
Normally he would come up here by himself and reminisce on past memories, friends, family and the old days. This year he had invited Ianto up to share the moment with him because he really didn't feel like being alone.
He looked down at his vortex manipulator
"The fireworks will start soon" His companion merely hummed in acknowledgement. They sat back leaning on their hands, dangling their legs over the edge of the building.
Soon a booming count down began
"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1… HAPPY NEW YEARS CARDIFF CITY!!!!!"
Jack reached over and grasped Ianto's hand. Ianto smirked as he looked up and before Jack could react pecked him on the lips. Fireworks exploded both in his head and out. Red, blue, green and purple lit up the sky. Each display getting bigger and better than the last until finally a Welsh Dragon deafened the crowd with a huge CRACK.
The pair grinned at each other and swayed slightly as the wind buffeted them.
The door behind them swung open with a hideous squeal.
"Oh my God. Jumpers!" The woman shirked pointing at them. The sudden noise made Ianto lose his balance and slip. Jack watched terror-filled as Ianto plummeted toward the ground. There was a sickening splat and then nothing.
"Ianto!"
Jack slammed into wakefulness. Chest heaving and sweat soaked. He tried to convince himself that it was just a nightmare and that Ianto is still alive. He realised that it wouldn't work until he saw Ianto in the flesh. Not bothering to glance at the clock he pulled on a shirt, pants and boots, not to mention his coat, he strode out of the Hub and over to the SUV. He shivered from the cold as he drove along the quiet streets feeling trapped in by the darkness. The warmth gradually began to seep into his bones as the engine warmed.
Within a matter of minutes at Jack-speed as Ianto called it, he pulled up in front of Ianto's apartment building.
Taking a deep breath before braving the cold Jack jumped out of the SUV and ran through the lobby and into the waiting lift.
He anxiously watched the numbers move too slowly and he ascended the building. Finally, finally he arrived at the 13th floor; he couldn't quite quell the fear in the pit of his stomach.
He marched down the corridor but it wasn't fast enough. He took off running to Ianto's door but ended up almost running past it. He skidded to a halt and knocked on the door.
There was a shuffling within. Hope surged through Jack's veins. The muffled footsteps got closer and he could hear a muttering through the dark stained wood. The door opened slightly, still attached to the chain, to reveal a dishevelled looking Ianto rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Jack?" The breath he had been holding flooded from his lungs
"Ianto"