Author: Chaosdablkcat Pairing: Rating: Summary: Disclaimer:
Beta Read By: Kaseykc
Author's Notes: I've always liked the premise of this story but, I fully admit that the actual story itself was complete rubbish. So I decided to tweak (completely re-write) several of the weaker parts. Also with Being Human now in it's second season I found the need to change the name of one of the major characters in the story.
*Mild Spoiler Alert for season two of Being Human*: The character known as "Canteen Girl" in season one and "Lucy Potter" in this story has now been re-named "Cara" in season two. (So I had to change that part of the story as well.)
And finally, after numerous complaints about how much I desperately needed the help of a talented beta reader (because spell check can only do so much). I now have Kaseykc as my beta. She has worked very hard to give my work a more polished look and a "British" voice.
So in conclusion, I really recommend that everyone re-read this story. (You'll be completely lost if you don't!) If you like the improvements, please let Kaseykc know and please note: There will "brand new" chapters coming soon!
(thank you for your patience)
~ Chaosdablkcat
Jack looked down at the pale lifeless form of his lover. His naked body was covered with only a thin white sheet as he laid the cold hard autopsy table. Ianto's porcelain-like, youthful face looked so peaceful; it appeared almost as if he was sleeping.
"This is all my fault, I should have never brought you to that horrible place," he whispered as his lips brushed the younger man's forehead.
They were alone in the hub as Jack waited for something, anything to happen. It had been three days since Ianto's death and he was still, foolishly, waiting for some signs of life.
"Baby you're starting to really scare me now. Come back to me...I need you...sweetheart, PLEASE!!!" his voice rising in panic as he clutched his cool lifeless hands.
There was a small voice his head that told him to wait. That Ianto would be coming back and they would soon be together again. But the reality of the situation was finally sinking in. His beautiful boy was gone.
He would never again be able smell the distinct scent of his aftershave. See the way the colour would spread across his cheeks as he blushed whenever Jack teased him. Taste his erotic sweet coffee and cream flavoured kisses. Feel the way his body would tremble like a colt as he rode out the throes of orgasm underneath Jack after they made love. Or hear his soft voice whisper those wonderful Welsh vowels just one more time.
Sobbing in despair Jack kissed his lovers cold lips one more time and walked away from the table. As soon as he had turned his back there was the sound of a frightened gasp and sudden panting behind him. Ianto was now sitting up on the table in wild-eyed horror.
"Jack....what happened to me?" he whispered, panting with tears in his blue-eyes.
