Ianto Gasped for breath and woke in a small dark place, he placed his hands mere centimetres from his face and tapped the thick wood, there was wood on the sides too. He fumbled in his pockets for matches or a phone, anyway to get light. Then he realised what he was in, He let out a short breath of shock. He was in a coffin.
He opened his mouth to scream for help but nothing came out, he started to scratch at the wood above him, his finger nails started to bleed but he managed to push the wood up Dark brown mud falling on his face and mouth, he coughed not stopping as he dug his way out. He reached up in one final push and gripped grass on the surface pulling his head up and out of the hole.
It was sunny, the light shocked his eyes and he squinted them shut rubbing at them, his eyes adjusted and he looked around. He was in a cemetery; He felt his eyebrows crease in confusion he looked at the hole he had climbed out of. There in front of the hole was a large stone with words carved in it; he read them out as he ran his fingers over the thin lines;
'Ianto Jones
Respected and loved
Adored friend
1986-2008'

Jack sat at his desk, Owen and Tosh were tapping away at the computers Gwen in the kitchen. Jack dropped his head into his palm and felt his eyes well up. It was quiet almost dull without ianto. It had been 3 years since he'd gone, leaving jack alone. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to the man he loved, the way he died Was stupid, Jack should've been watching him, He should've kept him closer. There was a knock at his door that interrupted his thinking
"hmm" He said not looking up
Gwen stood on his doorframe arms folded a worried look pasted on her face. Jack hadn't taken Iantos death well, She missed Ianto like hell. But jack looked like he was gone, Like ianto had left him and taken his heart with him, She hadn't realised that they had been so close, But seeing jack at his funeral made them all realise, Jack and ianto had something.
"You coming for lunch?" She asked knowing the answer already
"no." He said getting up fast and grabbing is coat
"where you off to?" Again she knew where he was going, He was going to where he always went;
Iantos grave.

Jack Stood at Iantos grave, Mouth hanging open, The grass and mud had been torn away from it, Who would do this. "I'll fix it Yan, I'll put it back" Jack said patting at the mud and stroking the head stone, The flowers he left last week were still there, and the week before, and the week before that.

"Jack" Said a similar welsh voice, it sounded scared and sick.
Jack snapped his head round and stared at the mess in front of him. Standing there was ianto, in the suit jack had dressed him in for his funeral. Covered in dirt, Tear lines on the mud on his face. His hands were bleeding and so was his mouth. Jack sat there staring at him "ianto" he breathed, his eyes wide open.
Ianto stood there feeling tired and drained. He dropped to his knees and placed his head on the ground sobbing into the green grass, He was so confused.
Jack rushed over grabbing ianto and rocking him in his arms, hushing him and kissing his hair. "What happened?" Ianto said, Jack had no idea. He scooped ianto into his arms and ran to the S.U.V Where he placed him onto the passenger seat and slipped behind the wheel, Ianto curdled into a ball and jack watched him, then the road then back at him. He had a pain inside, he had the love of his life back, but he was damaged.

They arrived at Jacks place, where he took off Iantos clothes slowly watching him cringe at each movement, small purple bruises plastered on his shoulders back and legs. Ianto took a shower, Jack nervously Waiting outside the bathroom door, He tapped on his com "Owen" He said waiting for an answer
"Yes Boss" he heard him chewing as he said it
"I need you at my flat now"
"Jack, You know I'm not into that stuff" Owen tried to cheer jack up
"NOW!" Jack almost Screamed
Ianto came out the shower and Jack dressed him in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, that highlighted all over Iantos abs, Ianto perched on the edge of Jacks bed, Shaking with fear. Jack bend down and began examining Iantos hands, There was red scratches dotted over his knuckles some still seeping small droplets of blood. Jack kissed him feeling Ianto twitch away from him.

There was a knock at the door and jack bonded over to open it
"So…" Owen Huffed, out of breath from running, He could tell from jacks tone it was important, it nearly made him spit out his beer.
Jack just opened the door enough for Owen to see the shaking ianto on his bed. Owens eyes widened as he slowly stepped into jacks large living room, He walked up to the bed and knelt beside Ianto.
"jack… What did you do?"
Jack shook his head "not me" he mumbled joining Owen in front of ianto, Ianto was looking at his hands turning them over and looking at the cuts. He looked lost and confused, like it wasn't is body, like it was all new to him.

"Ianto, I'll sort you out yeah. Are you ok? how do you feel?" Owen didn't even look at him " Shit Ianto, I've missed you." He looked up at Owen, "who are you?"