Disclaimer- What don't I own again? Oh yeah, Torchwood…
A/N- I don't know if I said when Ianto joined Torchwood but if I did I don't remember :)
Ianto Jones, 20 years old
The nightmares. All my dreams are poisoned. I can't even close my eyes without hearing his sadistic laugh, seeing those stone cold grey eyes. Why can't he ever leave me alone? How am I supposed to forget? How do I move on? Nick gave me a hug seeming to read my thoughts. "You can't ever forget baby. It's a part of your life. It always will be."
"How am I supposed to feel better? How do I live life like everyone else?" I asked, desperately wanting the answers.
"I don't have the answers Ianto. I can only try to make you feel better." Nick responded giving me a kiss. He went over to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Scotch. "Have some, it'll make you feel better." After a while we had downed a bottle or two and had ventured onto my bed. When I woke up it was 1 in the afternoon and Nick was already gone. Probably at work. I threw the sticky blankets in the wash. I found a note on the kitchen table that read.
Xx I want to make you feel better Ianto. After 20 years of your life being a living hell, you shouldn't have to live like that anymore.
I'll see you later,
Nick
P.S- I had fun last night Xx
I threw the note out and continued to clean the rest of house. When Nick got home there was an empty box of Advil and I was sleeping on the couch. Nick sat on the side of the couch and shook me awake. He gave me a kiss and took out something. An hour later I didn't remember anything. Smoke filled my apartment and my memories. It felt like there was something I was trying to forget but at this point, everything was too foggy to even retrieve. I woke up in the morning. The apartment was a wreck. Broken vases, shattered glass, and things thrown everywhere. Nick was passed out on a broken table. There was some white powder scattered on the ground. I went over to Nick. I poked him with my foot and he snored loudly. I poked him again. "Nick! Dude get up! What happened in here!?" Nick stared at me before responding
"Don't you remember?"
"Obviously not." I responded.
"We had a party." Nick said as if it was obvious. "And a bit of cocaine…" I just stared at him.
"Cocaine?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah."
"Never again Nick…" I said smiling. I wasn't sure whether to be mad or not. I mean everything in the apartment was ruined but he said he wanted me to feel better. He wanted me to forget for just a night where I wasn't haunted by my thoughts. We started to clean up.
"I sense a trip to Ikea sometime near in our future." Nick said and I laughed.
A couple months later
I laid on the new couch, something strong in hand. I sipped it and tried to forget what day it was. "Happy birthday tad." I said and took a huge gulp of my drink. Even when he was in his grave I still can't get a break. When Nick got home I was still drinking. I couldn't bring myself to do anything else. He knew what day it was. Nick came over to me and took the cup away from me. He got on the couch with me and cuddled with me. "Please let me forget." I whispered and Nick held me tighter. I just got a job at a place called Torchwood. I file stuff away. They told me that some things I see might seem a little strange but everything was normal. A week later I met an alien. He looked human. He called himself the Doctor. He thought I was going to lock him away at first. He said that Torchwood was dangerous or something. He explained what Torchwood was, he also told me they wouldn't ever let me quit. He traveled in a blue box. He heard a women's voice come from it. "Spaceman! We've got places to be!"
"I'm coming Donna!" The Doctor responded. He said goodbye to me and wished me luck. But since I figured out what Torchwood did I found something interesting. It was called a perception filter. It didn't make things invisible but unnoticeable. I brought it home with me. Nick never saw the cuts or the burns I had. He knew what my father did to me but he didn't know the whole story. The first time we had sex we were too drunk to remember almost any of it. If I wanted to make sure he never saw it, I would need that filter.
When Ianto woke up he saw a box of Advil and an empty spot in the bed where Jack used to be. Ianto thought about yesterday. His memory was spotty, but not spotty enough to forget why he got drunk. Ianto got out of bed, threw on some clothes and went outside. He bought some flowers and went to the grave yard. He stopped in front of an old grave and bent down. He put the roses on the cold ground and traced the words engraved on the stone. Nick Marzaroli.
A/N- Coming up with fake last names are harder than I expected. Anyway hope you enjoyed. It's been a long week
