Title – Memories
Chapter 2. What's dead never stays dead long.
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The alcohol induced relaxation was obliterated in a missed heartbeat.
'Damn it.' Jacks coattail was out the door before Ianto jumped into action following the captain out of the office. As he pushed the door opened he caught sight of Jack who motioned for him the approach and already had his firearm drawn, Ianto drew his gun and crept slowly forward, when he got within reach he whispered urgently.
'Sir?' Jack tensed as he heard the trepidation in Ianto's voice, the tiniest hint of fear that shone like the sun at the end of a tunnel, it peaked his senses dramatically and he nodded encouragingly, moving forward he spun around almost tying himself up when he heard:-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'It's coming from one of the basements!' Jack said suddenly. It sounded like it was coming from that vicinity to Ianto too, but he hadn't really wanted it to be, not today. Besides he knew for a fact there was nothing down there normally.
Jack bit his lip hoping Toshiko hadn't password protected her computers as he sat down.
She had. He sat wondering what her password could be when it occurred to him. Her ID. Yes? No. think like Toshiko-what would she do? Jack suddenly chanced on an idea; he typed what appeared to be part of a phone number. 867456 7286. Access denied. One more go, come on Jack think. 6936 427737, enter… result!
(A/n- italics- Jacks thought. Anyone who can guess the significance of the numbers gets cookies!)
'There's something in basement eighteen,' Jack muttered staring at the screen completely absorbed in the task of finding it as it had whipped out of sight as soon as he saw it.
'JACK!' the yell pierced his heart as he recognised Ianto's scream. Jack stood up yelling into his earpiece hoping Ianto would answer, in that brief second he realised that God must hate him, even if he was catholic- sort of. (A/n I put this because the Catholic Church frowns on gay people but so what, I'm don't, also the fact that Jack knows there is nothing after death, apparently could be another reason for this.)
'Jack, Jack, Jack- I'm surprised, you of all people should know that the dead don't necessarily stay that way.' Jack felt his heart stop, who was this person? He struggled to keep his voice steady. 'Who the hell is this?!' and for the answer he got he might as well have addressed the wall.
'Think real hard, it'll come to you.' But Jack didn't care anymore.
'If you have laid a finger on Ianto, I swear I will hunt you down and personally mangle you so badly your own mother won't know it's you! Do you understand me! Do I make myself clear?!' he was yelling now, the anger spilling out of him.
'Oh, crystal.' The voice answered and Jack heard the familiar sound of a gun being cocked. 'We're in basement twenty eight, better hurry.' The line died with the yell in Jacks' throat. His blood ran cold.
'Ianto,' thoughts of what could happen came thick and fast as he raced to the basement and pushed the door open…
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ok, so you promise to update on wed/thurs then life comes along and slaps you in the face, ow!