Jack felt the air around him change. The once warm slightly breezy air was now cold and getting colder. Feeling his spine tingle with nerves and anxiety, he pulled away from Ianto. In Jack's eyes Ianto looked the most beautiful he had ever seen him, his eyes darkened with lust, lips pink and bruised from kissing, his cheeks a soft red. Jack wanted nothing more then to continue to kiss the rather edible teenage boy in front of him. But then Ianto screamed, and Jack watched as the boy he was admiring was pushed along the beach.

"Jack!" Ianto screamed, his body flying over the sand. He landed heavily, a thud shaking the sand beneath him, his head slamming hard on a large rock. Jack was running towards him, but as he got closer he saw the man Ianto had clearly described as his father standing there. The darkened version of Ianto's father stood in front of the teenage version of Jack, his body shielding his son, his eyes glistening red, teeth pointing through his dark lips...

"You're not going to win!" Teenage Jack shouted defiantly but his teenage voice sounded too weak against the monster in front of him--the monster who was now laughing at him.

Ianto sat up, his hand holding his head he could feel the sticky blood and winced in pain. He heard Jack's voice but couldn't see him. Everything was black around him.

"Yan, can you hear me?" Jack shouted as the shadow moved closer and closer to the American teen. "It's not real, Yan, remember, please!" Jack was crying helplessly hoping Ianto could hear him. The sand around them that was once the perfect picture for a beach was now flying around him, tiny shards of sand cutting his skin.

"Jack!" Ianto screamed back. "I...I don't know how to stop it!" Ianto cried back desperately. He was moving closer to Jack, he could sense the other boys presence but his father was there, laughing at them both.

"You can't save him!" The voice was deep and bitter and loud in Ianto's ears. "You can't save yourself."

"Ianto it's not real!" Jack screamed, he pushed himself towards Ianto even though that meant getting closer to the monster that was Ianto's father, he didn't care. "Fight it!"

"Jack!" Ianto screamed, tears falling down his eyes as his body was pushed against the sand.

Through the sand storm Ianto could make out Jack's body coming closer, for a moment he was relieved; with Jack by his side he'd surely be able to get out of this nightmare. With Jack by his side he felt as though he could do anything. The shadow loomed over them both, no longer could they see the form of Ianto's father but a large amount of jet black smoke. Large jet black smoke that was advancing on Jack.

"You have to believe in yourself, Yan!" Jack shouted, he knew this was his time to leave. "It's not real, fight it and come back to me!" Jack called out and then screamed.

Ianto couldn't see anything, for a moment he thought he was blind but when he blinked and reopened his eyes he could see the sand slowing down around him. He could see his father, taller then he remembered, bigger in every sense, standing over something, someone. Slowly, nervously Ianto moved to get a better look, though he really wished he hadn't.

When he saw the clearly dead body of Jack lying on the sand, blood every where he could only scream.

-x-

Gwen jumped when she heard that all too familiar sound of Jack coming back to life. The three remaining members of the Torchwood team ran down to the autopsy bay. Jack was sat up his body shaking as he stared over at Ianto.

"Jack are you okay?" Gwen asked jumping down the stairs.

"What happened, Jack?" Toshiko asked next.

"Is Ianto okay?" Owen added.

"He's..." Jack began but started to cough. He blinked trying to get used to the bright lights of the Hub, Ianto's memories seemed so much darker now. "He has to do the rest alone." He said quietly, he got up from the table and headed over to Ianto's trembling body. "How long?"

"Half an hour." Owen said quietly.