Chapter Two – Waking Up Alone (Part One)

It was cold. That kind of cold that had gotten to the point where it warms instead of cools. A shiver ran up Jack's spine. He rolled from his side to his back, groaning wearily.

The first thing he noticed was that the mattress of the bed wasn't soft anymore. It was hard, cold like…concrete. The next to hit him was the smell. It smelt damp and it smelt of blood. He screwed up his nose in disgust of the smell.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, preferring to pretend it was just a dream. It was dark. Wherever he had ended up, it had no windows. He sat up, immediately pressing his hand to his head in a vain attempt to dull the throbbing inside.

His vision was blurry and he felt physically ill. Stumbling to his feet, he held the wall near him for support.

"Ianto…" Jack mumbled, realizing that the Welshman could be anywhere.

Ianto was there when he went to sleep, that much he was sure of. He was lying in the older man's arms. Jack unconsciously smiled at the thought of that, felt himself sober just a little bit at the thought of the night before.

He missed being that close to Ianto. Ever since Tosh and Owen…they needed each other so much more; they helped each other so much more. Being in the younger man's arms was a whole new thing now. Before it was to show the Welshman he cared or to say that Ianto was his without actually having to say a word. Now it was for comfort, for love, just to know that Ianto was still there.

Now he didn't know where Ianto was but chances were he'd be nearby. He moved forward, keeping his hand firmly against the wall, while the other continued to hold his head. He knew he couldn't have been moved like this in his sleep, he had to have either been drugged or killed. He shivered when he thought of what they could've done to Ianto.

"Ianto!?" Jack's voice was hoarse and he coughed.

The smell of blood threw off his balance and he stopped, resting his hands on his knees and breathing in heavily. He knew he hadn't been killed, he never felt like this after being killed. It was bad but never this bad.

He breathed in heavy breaths, cringing as the smell of the blood surrounding him came with the air he craved so much. Jack longed for his head to be clear once more, to be able to control the situation he had found himself in.

He looked ahead, seeing a doorway and impulsively walking towards it. He looked through the doorway, seeing different passageways to go through.

"Ianto!?"

Jack let out a shaky breath, feeling useless. He started walking, deciding on left. There were so many passageways, he'd never felt so confused and his only worry was that Ianto may have been trying to find him and he'd moved away.

Jack mumbled under his breath as he continued to walk through the dark passageways of his new prison, "Where are you Yan?"

A/N: I like this chapter (: I hope you do to. We went from straight out fluff to angst. Please Review.

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Gabz
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