Title: In The Silence Of The Night (10/?)
Disclaimer: The show and characters belong to BBC, I just borrowed them for fun.
Rating: NC-17 for death issues
Pairing: Jack/Gwen, Ianto/Jack
Genre: angst!
AN: as always thanks to my fabolous Kate! xxx

And thank you very much for the reviews to everyone!! You rock! xxx

Sorry this update took so long...

Just as any other typical day in Cardiff, the rain started to fall while Jack was wrestling with Rhys. With the dark clouds hovering above the city it felt like early evening. Due to the heavy downpour people rather chose to stay indoors, and Ianto couldn't agree with them more. Even in the safe shelter of the SUV, he wished to be somewhere less exposed to the rain. He shivered as another heavy downpour hit the windscreen of the vehicle.

Ianto pondered Jack's words. Playing some semi-naked wrestling with our dear Rhys – Ianto could see Jack's trademark grin even if not being around him. Captain Jack Harkness and his innuendos; he couldn't live without them. He enjoyed the others' reaction to his double-meaning remarks; the naughtier, the better. They made Ianto blush everytime, and he was sure Jack knew that, but acted on it purposely.

But did their relationship have a future, he wondered as so many times before. No matter how much he had fallen for the immortal man, longed for his attention and touch, he couldn't determine what they had. Was it love, a fling or just a young guy's crush on someone amazing? Was it serious or just some fun; dabbling as he had called earlier?

Ianto sighed and his thoughts wandered to Gwen. He saw the enormous worry and anger in Jack's eyes about her while having driven here. It was different than the other times he had been anxious of someone else. Ianto had known this look very well. The same fear had etched on his own face when he had tried to save Lisa in London. Lisa. He still missed her. He still would have done anything to get her back into his life – even keeping secrets from the team. He would never love anyone as much as her. Not even Jack.

Jack might have not been aware of it yet, but he loved Gwen Cooper more than just a friend or team-member, Ianto noted, watching the raindrops landing on the windscreen. But would he ever admit that?

Checking the stopwatch in his hand, he realized it was time to check on Jack again. But before he could call him, his attention was caught by the crashing sound of glass and a man falling out of a flat. Ianto's stomach cramped at the sight of the blue navy coat. Not caring about the rain, he jumped out of the SUV and ran to the familiar clothed figure lying in a heap, facing the wet and dirty asphalt.

Alarm and horror spread across Ianto's face. The rain was soaking him – his hair stuck to his temples and raindrops were cascading down his jaw.

"Jack!!" he crouched beside the motionless body, and touching Jack's neck, searched for a pulse. Nothing. His glance wandered up to the flat with the now broken window and his eyes met with Rhys' malicious grin. Rhys saluted mockingly and disappeared in the room.

"Jack," Ianto rolled the Captain's limp body toward his, exasperatedly watching and waiting for a tiny sign of life. "Come on, come back!" he begged, taking Jack's hand in his. But he didn't move.

With trembling hands, Ianto pulled the stopwatch out of the pocket of his jacket and counted the long seconds. He should be back by now, he panicked as seconds turned into a minute.

"Come on, Jack!!" he demanded on the verge of crying. But his plea was washed away by the heavy downpour.