Ianto had always been a light sleeper. In fact, when he was a kid he had been convinced that he was the lightest sleeper on the planet, and, over the past week, he had come to the conclusion that Jack was the deepest. Not that it bothered him, but every night he had been woken up by Jack's violent tossing and turning.
He hoped that is he ever had a nightmare of that degree, his own terror would wake him up, but it seemed as if Jack could have slept through hours of mental horror. Fortunately it didn't take long for Ianto to shake Jack awake. After this happened each night neither of them got much more sleep, and, as Jack would put it, not in the good way.
"Jack!" Ianto glanced at the clock. It had been about four hours since he had fallen asleep, that wasn't too bad. "Jack, wake up!"
"Ianto," Jack murmured, sounding more tired than he normally did. Jack let out a loud sigh. Ianto wrapped and arm around him, he tried to think of something to say.
"Is it getting better?" He asked.
"Yeah. Slowly," Jack spoke the last part softer. "I'm sorry about waking you up."
"It's fine," Ianto said immediately. "I don't mind."
"But I do," Jack cut in. "You lose enough sleep with the job as it is."
"Not the first time you've made me lose sleep, sir."
"Yeah, but...that's different." He could tell that Jack was grinning, or at least almost grinning. Ianto leaned his head on Jack's shoulder, closing his eyes.
"What happened?" He asked, barely in control of what he was saying. Jack didn't have to answer, but he would know what Ianto meant.
"So much," Jack's voice was distant. He had never told any of them about where he had disappeared to, but Ianto knew that whatever made Jack Harkness have nightmares had to be pretty terrible. "I saw the end of everything."
"Is that what you dream about?" Ianto didn't know why he was asking so many questions. His number one rule was not to push Jack to tell him anything that he wasn't comfortable to.
"Sort of." Jack was deep in thought by now. "You died. All of you did."
Ianto didn't ask how this was possible, if there's one thing that you learn from Torchwood it's that nearly anything is. "It's over now." Ianto stated, trying to sound comforting.
"Yeah, it is," he could hear Jack's smile. "Goodnight, Yan."
Well, this was supposed to be 'whump', but, as we've learned from one of the pervious cardfics, Piper is even worse at writing whump than she is at writing humor (and she talks about herself in the third person). Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review! :-)
