Title: Remember, Remember

Published:13th of October 2009

Written by: Bambieyes1234 and Bad-Werewolf.

Summary: When Adam accidentally draws out more of Ianto's dark side than he intended, it means nothing but trouble for the Torchwood team... especially Jack.

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He could still hear their screams, terrified and pleading as he slowly took their lives with his gloved hands. He sobbed loudly; he couldn't believe what he had done to those poor girls, every single one of their faces was burned into the back of his eyelids as they died. He was a monster, he had got off on their screams. He...he...he had...took their dignity away. One of them a small 14 year old girl who looked like Lisa, oh she had been so scared. Beautiful and scared, he had remembered thinking as the rain soaked them.

Please, stop! PLEASE! NO, NO, NO PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT. PLEASE!

She had screamed in terror, he had been hard at her screams and pleas.

Ianto screamed in denial, sobbing until he thought he would die from lack of air, rocking back and forwards as the screams rung loudly in his ears. He would never forget every single person's screams as he drained the life from them, their empty eyes looking back at him. Jack had trusted him and he had been doing this, murdering, raping laughing all the way! Even Lisa, in her Cyberised state, had been disgusted by what he had done.

He wasn't sure what had brought on the sudden burst of guilt and disgust from his sickening deeds. Ianto shivered as he caught sight of a picture of Tosh on Adam's work station.

Tosh had screamed as well, screamed so loudly he had sworn the whole world could hear but he had managed to stop himself from killing her. He had retconned her, so she didn't remember him forcefully taking her on her boyfriends desk. He broke in a fresh round of tears as he remember her pleas (IANTO, PLEASE! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, STOP I-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) And his flash of smugness as she had complain of a sore back the next day.

He had never touched Gwen, she reminded him of his sister. He was beyond relieved for a second that he did have some limits, but guilt quickly overwhelmed that feeling.

Ianto screamed loudly, trying desperately to block out Tosh's screams and pleas.

He couldn't stop crying or screaming in time with her voice, all of their voices.

Monster, monster, MONSTER, MONSTER, MONSTER, MONSTER!

Ianto whimpered, still sobbing. He curled up in a ball, trying to hide from the screams but suddenly a bored voice broke through everything, drowning out the screams somewhat.

"You're rather pathetic aren't you," a cold voice drawled.

Ianto's head snapped up, searching for the person behind the voice. He stumbled to his feet, scanning everywhere with his eyes but found no one. The hub was empty, even Jack was gone.

"I'm an incorporeal voice, you moron!" Ianto briefly, under the surprise, wondered if this was supposed to be at all comforting to him, to know that the hub hadn't been invaded by invisible aliens.

"Okay, fine....one tiny question though. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HEAD! Why couldn't you have gone to Adam?" Ianto mentally moaned.

"Who?" The voice asked after a pause as if he was struggling to summon the energy to speak.

"Ginger guy, kind of tall." Ianto added, his voice dulled of any emotion at all.

There was a thoughtful pause, "No idea who you're talking about." The voice finally admitted with sigh. Ianto ignored how weird that felt in his mind.

"Adam, my teammate!" Ianto snapped finally, hoping for something to click with the voice. He wasn't sure why it made him angry that this voice didn't know who Adam was, the feeling of anger felt forced and fake. Like it was coming from someone else but stronger then his normal empathy.

"Hmm... undead guy... cute Asian... Mr Sarcastic... and little-miss-goody-two-shoes... nope, no gingers."

Ianto frowned, he assumed undead guy meant Jack and even if it wasn't that obvious Jack wasn't sarcastic that often. The voice had no idea who Adam was, which confused Ianto, and he, he assumed he was male at least, had said Mr. It never even crossed his mind that the voice had meant Owen.

"Mr Sarcastic? Who's that?" Ianto finally asked, remaining silent for a few moments. Ianto doubted he meant Gwen's former co-worker, Andy, as he wasn't a part of Torchwood.

"The medic... physician... I don't care what his name is."

"Owen? What are you talking about, Owen's very shy."

There was silence for a moment, and Ianto gets that creeping feeling of being very closely watched... almost as if someone was reading his mind... disturbingly familiar, that feeling, though he couldn't tell why.

"Oh, now I get it."

"You finally found someone else to live in? That sounded so bad." Ianto moaned, horrified, as his words caught up with his dazed brain.

"I could say something about you and the undead one, too... but I really do not want to think about that." The voice was mentally shuddering. This was a very weird feeling, Ianto decided.

"Leave Jack out of this!"

"Shall we talk about the cute Asian, instead, then?" The voice was purring, like an overgrown cat.

"And leave Tosh alone as well!"

"Talking to yourself is a dangerous habit, you know..." there was a hint of malice as he said that, as if he was using the childish 'talking-to-yourself' reversal of an insult to imply that this voice knew what Ianto had done to Tosh, "besides, I can hear you if you just think the words, that way no one else hears your babbling."

"So is hearing an annoying voice in your head." Ianto pointed out mentally.

"Annoying? Really? I'm flattered."

"You would be. I just had to get an insane voice stuck in my head," it seemed fate still hated him.

"I'm not insane... yet. You're the one headed in that direction... significantly faster than me, I might add."

Ianto had a feeling this voice was in denial about its lack of sanity, "I'm honoured. You have a name, Miss...?"

"Names are overrated... and, I'm more man than you." the voice sounded highly indignant.

"You don't even have a body, my old female cat is more of a man then you!" He retorted, Molly had died a year ago after giving birth to his new cat; Sam.

"Stupid laws of metaphysical perception... I shall leave you to your misery, then."

"Wait! Would you stay if I said sorry?" Ianto pleaded.

"Maybe..."

"Okay then I'm sorry, I really am!" Ianto didn't want to slip back into the terrible memories and this voice distracted him.

Ianto got the feeling that if this voice had a face, it would be smiling now... but he couldn't tell whether the smile should be warm or malicious, "Apology accepted."

"Why are you in my head? And why not somebody else?" Ianto had to ask.

"Hm, because this is my body, too. Remember the Sleepers? Kind of like that, but I don't feel like blowing up the planet...yet."

"Wait, what?!" Sheer horror flooded Ianto's body once more; he didn't even hear the end of the voice's sentence. "You're me? No, that... how?" He stumbled over the words.

"Just calm down for one bloody second." the voice sounded thoroughly exasperated about this.

"Why would I want to do something logical like that?!" Ianto demanded, "I've just been told my whole life has been a fucking lie!"

"Oh, stop whining! Your nauseatingly sentimental theory that the human personalities of the Sleepers were real is perfectly accurate, so don't go all philosophical about your own existence, or it'll give us both a headache." the voice sneered.

"Maybe I want to give you a headache!" Ianto snapped back.

"You don't want my headaches."

There was darkness in the voice that caught Ianto's attention, "Really? Why's that, apart from the obvious?"

"I don't think you really want to know. Seems like you've got enough psychological trauma to be getting on with, as it is."

"Tell me," both a demand and a plea. He really wanted to know this for some reason it seemed very important.

"Why tell you... when I can show you."