Destroying The Past.

Javain walked back through the main hub, his hair still dump, his bag in one hand, his dirty clothes in the other. He made his way through the hub, Ianto was giving out coffee, Javain walking past him, not looking at him and walking into Jack's office. He put his bag down, opening one of his mothers bags and shoving in his dirty clothes. Picking up his mothers bag's he looked at Jack who was looking at him.

"Do you want me to come with you to the incinerator?" Jack asks Javain, the look in his eyes said that he was trying to be there, to offer support.

"I would rather do it on my own if you don't mind but thanks," Javain tells him, softening up a little towards Jack, partly out of guilt.

"Ok. If you need anything and I mean anything Javain, just give me a shout," Jack tells him knowing that this was going to be hard for Javain, destroying his mothers things.

"Thanks," Javain simply says back, heading for the door of Jack's office, holding the two bays of things, knowing what he had to do.

Javain headed through the main hub area, his eyes looking dead ahead, his mind closed to everyone's thoughts. He knew that they knew where he was going and what he was about to do but he didn't want to hear their thoughts, it was his own thoughts he wanted to hear. He walked to where the incinerator was, everything burnt in there, it had to. Torchwood used it to destroy evidence, evidence of aliens, things they didn't want anyone to see.

Javain placed the bags on the table that was near the incinerator, opening them both. He goes to the door of the incinerator, opening it, fire roaring and flickering inside, lashing out, seeking it's next victim. Javain watched a moment as the flames almost danced, as though delighted that he was there to feed them. They were so hypnotising that Javain lost himself in them for a moment. He had seen his mother blaze like this, just white but you could still see every individual flame.

Javain finally snapped out of it and went back to the bags. He slipped his hand into a bag and found his mother's personal things, her hair brush, her photo's, her private things. Javain lay the photo's on the table next to the bag, he wanted to keep those. Pictures of his mothers past, evidence that she existed, when she was still happy. At the bottom of the bag, he finds something he didn't expect to find, his mothers diary. It was locked but nothing Javain couldn't unlock. He put this to the side too, he would read it later. He looked through his mother's things, saving what he wanted to keep, throwing the rest of the things into the incinerator, watching as each thing burnt, turning to ash.

Jack stood at the door and watching Javain. Watched him put things aside, wake him make trip after trip to the incinerator, throwing things in and watching them burning, returning to the bag and getting something else. Jack still didn't understand why Javain was burning everything. He hadn't told Jack why but Jack knew he had reasons or orders. Jack watched Javain take the empty bag off of the bag and placed it on the floor, a small pile of things sat at the side, things to keep and cherish. He pulls the second bag over to him, taking a deep breath.

Javain pulled the first thing out, then the second, carrying on until all his mothers things where out of the bag and neatly folded on the table. He moved the bag to the floor and then looked over the clothes. Apart from her weapons and such which were in the vault, this was all she owned. 3 pairs of combat style, U.N.I.T. standard issue pants. 4 black vest tops, medium in size. 1 white vest top, also medium in size. 5 pairs of black, standard U.N.I.T issue thick socks, clean. 4 pairs of clean underwear. 2 bra's, clean. 1 pair of U.N.I.T. issue boots size 6. 1, thick sweatshirt, black. Taking away her private things, her weapons, this is all that his mother, Phoenix, amounted too. A pile of clothes.

Javain ran his fingers over the jumper, it felt like he remembered, close to his face. He picked it up, it unfolding as he did, holding it firmly in his hands, the material between his fingers. He pulled it to his face, not touching at first. He could still smell her, smell her scent on the jumper. His mother never wore perfume but she had her own smell, a sweet smell. He remembered the last time she wore the jumper, not long before her death, holding her jumper close to him.

They had been fighting and had to run, more trouble then expected and they needed better ground. Phoenix had jumped the crater first, Javain following but he caught his leg on the way down, not totally clearing the crater. His leg had broken in two places and couldn't stand. Phoenix had come back to him and fought, protecting him by throwing a force field around him. Once she had done fighting, she came back to him, dropping the force field and cradling him in her arms, his cheek against her jumper, her stroking his hair, breathing in her scent as she holds him and tells him he'll be ok.

Tears fall as Javain remembers, wishing she was there to tell him it would be ok. He tears fall faster and hard as Ianto joins Jack.

"What are you doing Jack? Why are you over there with Javain?" Ianto asks him, his hand on Jack's shoulder.

"I'm afraid Yan," Jack tells him, watching is son falling apart.

"Afraid of what Jack?" Ianto asks him, also looking at Javain falling apart.

"I'm afraid that he will push me away, that he won't let me comfort him like a father should comfort his son," Jack tells him watching his son, his heart breaking for him.

"Don't be afraid Jack. Go to him, go to your son," Ianto tells him, almost pushing Jack towards Javain.

Jack stepped slowly towards Javain, Ianto staying where he was, watching Jack and Javain knowing that it was he who wanted to comfort Javain, wipe away his tears and hold him as he went through this pain but he knew he couldn't, that was what Jack had to do right now. Jack walked tentatively to Javain's side, Javain's face almost still buried in his mothers jumper, breathing it in, wishing that she would come back to him but he knew she couldn't.

"It's ok Javain," Jack tells him standing next to him.

"I want her to come back. I want mum back," Javain tells him sobbing into the jumper.

"I know you want her back," Jack tells him.

Javain turned to Jack, eyes red, tears streaming down his face. Jack hesitantly holds his arms out to Javain and Javain hesitantly steps towards Jack, towards his arms. Jack puts his arms gently around Javain, holding him gently, Javain is cautious but his tears kept coming, his heart breaking and he puts his head on Jack's shoulder, Jack holding him tighter, stroking his hair.

"It will be ok Javain. I am here for you," Jack tells him holding him tightly, his grown son crying on his shoulder, holding his mothers jumper, the son he had only just found out he had but Jack didn't care. He was his son.

Ianto watched Jack hold Javain, wishing that it could be him but he knew it was something Jack had to do to bond with his son. Though Jack had been hesitant at first, he was doing well, holding onto Javain, stroking his hair, telling him that it was going to be ok. Ianto couldn't watch anymore, he couldn't watch them both, the man he loved and the man he was falling for, father and son, holding each other in support. He couldn't stay, he couldn't watch so he turned around and walked away, leaving Jack to support Javain.

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The two men walked back into the hub together, the rest of the team in the main hub area except Ianto. He had gone to get dinner for everyone, he was due back any time. Jack and Javain walked to Jack's, Jack moving around the desk and sitting down in his chair, Javain sitting in the chair across from Jack. They sat looking at each other for a while.

"Do you want to do the things in the vault now or after dinner?" Jack asks him, looking at Javain's red eyes, knowing that he must be tired.

"After dinner if that is ok. Some of the other things are going to harder to destroy. Mum's battle things are full of memories," Javain tells Jack, wondering if he had found the photo yet but not asking him.

"I will come with you if you want me to Javain?" Jack asks him hesitantly, not wanting to push him.

"Thanks," Javain simply replies, knowing that it was going to be hard for Jack too, remembering the battle where Phoenix had vanished but not as bad as it would be for Javain.

The cog door rolled back and the cage opened, Ianto walking in with a big brown bag filled with everyone's dinner.

"Dinner's up," Ianto shouted so Jack could hear him in the office.

Everyone jumped up, dashing to the sofa area where Ianto was laying out the sandwiches so they could get their own.

"Are you coming?" Jack asks Javain getting up and walking around the desk.

"No thanks. I have left some things at the incinerator that I want to look over," Javain tells him getting up from the chair.

"I'll get Ianto to put something aside for you for when you are hungry," Jack tells him patting him on the back as they walked out of the office together.

Jack walked over to the sofa area as Javain walked through the workstations and down to the incinerator, Ianto watching him walking, wondering what he was going to do now.