WARNING-Violence and Torture! This chapter is dark and intense! You've been warned.
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Gone and Back Again Chapter 7
The cold woke Blaine up. Teeth shattering Blaine struggled to open his eyes. Groaning he tried to stand up but only just managed to kneel on the hard ground. Rubbing his hands together Blaine looked at his surroundings, fear pooling in his stomach. He was in a cell-a cold, dark cell. Gasping he edges back and bumps against something,
"Kurt!"
His boyfriend is lying on the ground his hands cuffed. There was a bruise on Kurt's jaw that extended all the way up to his cheek. Blaine pulled him into a hug and whispered in Kurt's ear,
"Wake up, Kurt. Please, please, please wake up…please come on Kurt. Wake up, wake up, please wake up…"
Kurt started to shudder and curl into himself. Blaine held onto him tighter, eyes darting around the cell. The door seemed to be some sort of pexy glass with a few holes cut into it. The ground and walls were cold, damp stone. The whole place reminded Blaine of the dungeons he'd visited in London when he was younger. Kurt moaned,
"Please wake up Kurt, please."
Kurt started to mumble, his hands twitching. A minute later his eyes started to open.
"B-Blaine?"
Laughing Blaine gave his boyfriend a quick kiss,
"Hey, hey…how are you feeling?"
Coughing Kurt looked up at him, tears running down his cheeks.
"Please…please tell me we're not in Torchwood."
Blaine frowned, "I don't-I don't know where we are," he looked around, "we're in a cell and-"Blaine blinked, "that man-Captain Jack Harkness h-he was in the house he-he-"
Kurt dug his hand into Blaine's waist,
"This is my fault," crying Kurt tried to get out of Blaine's arms, "my fault, my fault, my fault."
"No Kurt, no-"Blaine didn't let go of his boyfriend, "none of this is your fault."
"It is though," Kurt said, eyes boring into Blaine, "I knew…should have known," Kurt started droop, "never stopped…always," yawning Kurt settled onto the ground, "can't escape from Torchwood."
Blaine didn't say anything, realizing that Kurt was sleep talking. Running a hand down his face Blaine scooted forward and hauled Kurt close to him again. He didn't know how long they've been in the cell. Blaine didn't even want to think what they wanted with them.
An hour later, Blaine was close to falling asleep. He was hungry, thirsty and every muscle in his body felt as if it would just slide right off his bones at any moment. Kurt hadn't woken up again. He occasionally cried out in his sleep but that was it. Just as Blaine's was starting to drift off, he heard a door being opened. Panicking Blaine grabbed Kurt and stumbled backwards, eyes glued to the cell door. When Captain Harkness came into his line of vision Blaine turned Kurt's head away from the door. Scowling Jack opened the cell. Blaine felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. In a matter of seconds, Jack had grabbed Kurt from Blaine and left the cell, shutting the door behind him.
"NO!"
Blaine half crawled, half ran to the door.
"Give him back! Give him back, give him back!"
There was no answer and Blaine heard a door shut. Screaming he pounded on the glass,
"Bring him back! Give him back! Kurt! KURT!"
He kicked the door, "Please give him back! Give him back! Please, please give him back!"
Slumping down onto the ground Blaine continued to cry out,
"Please! Give him back! Give him back!"
Nobody answered him.
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Arwen shook her head and turned off the camera,
"I don't like this Ben," she looked up at her teammate, "I don't think either of those kids are a threat."
"That boy seems to know a lot about Torchwood." Ben looked through the drawings they had confiscated from Kurt's room last night, "it's suspicious."
John plopped down next to Ben, mouth full of pizza.
"Gwen's sulking up in Jack's office," smacking his lips John ran his greasy hands over his pants, "don't know why she's got to be here."
"She knew the people in the drawings," Arwen said, "she might be useful."
"Doubt it."
Jack appeared at the top of the stairs, Kurt in his arms. Ben stood up,
"He doesn't look good, Jack."
Their leader said nothing. Jack merely walked past them to the center of the hub.
"Arwen!"
"What?"
"Where's the mind probe?"
John's eyes widen, "Fuck no!" He ran down to join Jack, "no way, Jack. I am not using that-that machine on this kid."
"He might be a sleeper-"
"No he's not," John scoffed, "don't lie you bastard," John rolled his eyes "yea this kid is suspicious. Yea, he knows more than he should but he's not a sleeper."
Jack growled at him, "How do you propose we find out how he knows about Torchwood?"
"Uh, I don't know," John said, "we interrogate him?"
"He's right Jack," Arwen stood above them her arms crossed, "You can be in charge of asking the questions but we don't use that machine unless we're 100% he's not exactly human."
"Fine!"
Jack strapped Kurt in a chair. Gwen came down looking pale and unsure, the sketchbook clutched to her chest. Arwen came down next with Ben. They all stared at Kurt.
"Well?" John asked, "Aren't we going to wake him up or anything?"
Jack took out a syringe and plunged it into Kurt's arm and waited.
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Shoot her or I'll shoot you-Ten minutes and counting, Sir-They're going to eat us-Death by Torchwood-DELETE-EXTERMINATE-
Crying out Kurt woke up and looked straight ahead. His eyes met Gwen's. Gasping Kurt tried to back away but found himself tied to a chair. Shaking his head Kurt turned to his right and saw Jack. Rage filled him.
"Where is he?" Kurt asked, "Where's Blaine? What have you done with Blaine?" he struggled against the ropes holding him, "Blaine? BLAINE!" Kurt nearly toppled forward, "what have you done to him? What-"
Jack grabbed Kurt's neck and squeezed. Kurt stilled and held his breath.
"Be quiet," Jack said, "if you answer our questions truthfully," Jack bared his teeth, "I might let you see him."
The hand around Kurt's neck tightened before letting go. Jack stood back, eyes never leaving Kurt's. Gwen stepped forward and handed the sketchbook to Arwen who opened it to the first sketch.
"How do you know this woman?"
Kurt blinked at the drawing of Suzie, "I don't know-I just, I saw her somewhere maybe? I've been-I started drawing her in middle school I don't-"
"You're lying," Jack went up to Kurt and forced his head forward, "tell me where you met this woman."
"I've never met her! I-I," Kurt winced and shook his head, "I-I had a dream and-I don't know her! I don't know!"
Jack pulled Kurt's head backwards until the chair toppled over. Before Kurt's head could hit the floor Jack's foot propped him back up.
"Don't lie to me, Mr. Hummel." Jack gripped Kurt's jaw tight, "Arwen turn the page."
The next sketched showed Owen.
…out there and shagging Jack.
It's not like that, me and Jack.
You're nothing but a part-time shag!
"Owen," Kurt whispered under his breath, eyes going dark. Jack's hand landed hard on his shoulder. Ben looked at Kurt, curious.
"You know him, then."
"N-no," Kurt tried to scoot away from Jack with little success, "I just-they're just dreams!" Kurt cried, "They're just dreams! I don't-I don't know what-"
"Turn the page." Arwen huffed but turned the page. The next drawing was of Gwen in a wedding dress. In the background was a big man in a tux-
….you'd know that I got out by tellin' them I wanted a job - as a delivery boy. So rather than 'cock things up', I found you a way to get in, but if you can't handle that, big boy, then you can stuff it!
"—detached."
Kurt closed his eyes and lowered his head. That one man-the one who had entered the house first was talking to Jack.
He saw Gwen take the pill. He saw Gwen give the pill to Rhys.
Licking his lips Kurt met Gwen's eyes. The older woman looked back at him, cautious.
"Adwaen beth gwnaech."
Startled Gwen jumped back. Jack and Ben grew quiet.
"Anrhegaist 'i 'r belen."
Dazed Kurt continued to talk, "Gwisga t adnabod paham ddeudaist 'i am Owen."
"How do you know that?" Gwen glared at Kurt, "how do you know that about Rhys?"
Head high and with a smirk on his lips Kurt replied, "I know everything."
Something hit Kurt's chest hard. Coughing Kurt tried to curl into himself but he couldn't. Before he knew what was going on someone had slung him over their shoulder-chair and all-and carried him away.
"Get back here, Harkness!"
"Jack! Jack what are you doing?"
Kurt heard a door open and slam shut, followed by a series of beeps and alarms. Kicking his legs Kurt screamed, "Let me go! Let me go, let me go!" Instead of answering, Jack let Kurt drop on the ground. The back of the chair hit Kurt's neck and the rope around his wrists cut into his skin.
"What did you say to Gwen?"
"I don't-"
Jack took out a long, thin piece of metal from his coat.
"What did you say to Gwen?"
Kurt stared at the ground and didn't answer. Jack took a step forward.
"WHAT did you say to Gwen?"
"I-"Kurt took a breath, "I don't know..."
Before Kurt could finish speaking, the metal touched his skin. Fire burned through Kurt's veins. He threw his head back and tried to scream but nothing came out of his mouth. After a minute Jack stepped back. Kurt convulsed for a second before slouching into the chair, body thrumming with pain.
"You like that?" Jack kneeled in front of him, a parody of a smile painted on his lips, "it's been down in the archives gathering dust. I thought it was time to dig it out."
Eye's closed Kurt spoke,
"I…hope you…" Kurt coughed, "cleaned up, Sir."
Jack slapped Kurt hard, toppling the chair to the ground. Kurt's head hit the ground with a crack.
"I don't know where you came from," Jack got in his face, his eyes hard, "but I know where you're going if you don't start talking."
Crying Kurt shook his head, "I don't know what you want from me. I'm telling the truth, I don't," Kurt took a breath, "just let me go. Please let me go!"
Jack stood up and left. Kurt heard the alarms go off again. Once they stopped ringing he tried to stand up but his body refused to cooperate. Crying Kurt laid on the ground.
"Just dreams, just a dream, just a dream," Kurt winced when he moved his head, "wake up, wake up, please wake up."
Minutes passed and Jack had yet to return. Kurt tried to at least turn on his side but his body protested every time he tried to move. Frustrated Kurt tried undoing the ropes tying his wrists but stopped when he felt blood trickling down his hands.
Shoot her or I'll shoot you-I came back for you-that's ten minutes and counting, Sir-I hate the word couple-
"Kurt!"
"Blaine?" Kurt bucked, "oh my God Blaine," Kurt laughed a little, "oh Blaine."
Gentle hands turned Kurt's face. Blaine touched Kurt's cheek and combed through his boyfriends hair, gasping when he his fingers came away stained with blood.
"Kurt," sniffling Blaine kissed his forehead, "what-"
Jack grabbed onto Blaine's collar and yanked him away before hauling Kurt back up. Kurt's stomach churned. Turning his head, Kurt threw up on the floor. When he was done Jack tipped his head back with a single finger,
"Where did you meet those people?"
Eye's never leaving Kurt's Jack pointed the metal object in Blaine's direction.
Shoot her or I'll shoot you
"No," Kurt whispered, "don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him. Not Blaine, please not Blaine."
Jack shook his head,
"I'm giving you one last chance, Kurt. Tell me where you met those people in your sketchbook. If you tell me the truth," Jack turned to Blaine, "I won't hurt him. Lie to me," Jack ran the weapon down Blaine's chest, "and I'll do to him what I did to you."
"Don't please," Kurt panicked, "I don't know! I swear I don't know where I saw them! Maybe I saw them on-line, maybe I saw them on the news I don't know! I've been drawing them forever, I don't know who they are I don't—"
"Wrong answer," said Jack before turning the device on and poking Blaine in the chest with it. Blaine's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body flailed against the wall for a second before crumbling to the floor. Kurt shrieked and fought against his restraints, rope digging into his wrists and ankles.
"Leave him alone! Leave him alone!"
Jack had dragged him away from Lisa's body by his collar. Ianto had fought; he'd wanted to take care of Lisa's body, wanted to give her a funeral but Jack had locked him out of the lower levels. When he was allowed back in, Lisa's body was gone.
Shrugging Jack stepped back. Blaine was thrashing on the floor, eyes fluttering. Kurt sobbed and rocked the chair back and forth. Minutes later Blaine stilled and his eyes met Kurt's.
"Cariad…" Kurt said.
Jack got between them, head cocked.
"I can do this all day, you know" Jack smirked, "you're boyfriend however-."
"'ch re anghenfil."
Kurt felt detached-almost numb.
"Casâ 'ch."
Glaring at him Jack took Kurt's face between his hand.
"Talk." Jack said.
"I saw you," Kurt blinked, "the water tower…Gwen," gasping Kurt whispered, "you said before…suggest conflict…the nostrivite-"
Jack pressed the device to Kurt's neck this time. Instead of fire Kurt felt as though water was filling up his lungs. He couldn't breathe; no matter how much air he gulped, Kurt could not breathe. Just as he was about to pass out, someone pulled him back.
"Are you crazy?"
Wheezing Kurt looked on as John slapped the weapon out of Jack's hand,
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Throat burning Kurt closed his eyes.
"I was trying to get information!"
Blaine called to him, voice scared and trembling.
"All you were doing is-"
Kurt lost consciousness.
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Horrified and in pain, Blaine watched as his boyfriends eyes rolled to the back of his head before going still. Crying he managed to sit up but couldn't force his body to go any further. A second the tall woman with brown eyes kneeled next to him with a stethoscope. Shuddering Blaine tried to move away but couldn't. He hissed when the instrument touched his chest,
"Ben get over here!" the woman called.
"What?"
The woman stood up, "Take him back to the cell," she looked behind her, "give him some painkillers; for himself and Kurt."
Ben nodded and picked up Blaine,
"No…Kurt," the woman who had touched him went to his boyfriend and cut the ropes. Kurt nearly dropped to the ground but the woman managed to catch him.
"What are you doing Arwen?"
Blaine shut his eyes when he heard Ben's voice,
"-taking them back to the cells."
"I haven't," Blaine heard a dull thump.
"What you were doing wasn't interrogating-"
"We've used torture before-"
"Not like this!" Arwen shouted, "not right off the bat and you damn well know that Jack Harkness."
Ben started moving,
"We're putting them back in the cells-you can start again tomorrow. Under our supervision."
Blaine forced his eyes open. On his right was Arwen carrying Kurt. To his left was the other woman-Gwen he thinks. She kept shooting Kurt odd glances, face full of terror. Soon they arrived back at the cells. Ben carefully placed Blaine down in an air mattress. Arwen placed Kurt next to him.
"We're going to give you something for the pain."
Ben injected Blaine with a clear fluid before doing the same with Kurt. Gwen dropped something at the far corner.
"We'll see you tomorrow."
That said they all left, leaving Blaine and Kurt alone. Within minutes, Blaine started to feel better.
"Kurt?"
Blaine threw his arm over his boyfriend and pulled him tight so that there was no space between them. Kurt jumped at the contact,
"B-Blaine?"
Kurt's voice was hoarse and nearly gone.
"It's me, it's me" Blaine said kissing the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt turned into his embrace and started to cry.
"B-B-Blaine I was s-s-so scared and-" Kurt hiccupped and buried his head in Blaine's shoulder, "I thought, I thought, I thought I wouldn't-couldn't save you and-"
"Shh," Blaine nuzzled Kurt's hair, "everything is going to be ok sweetheart."
"No," Kurt moaned, "no, Jack-" Kurt's breathe hitched, "he's going to-to-to-"
Blaine placed a hand over Kurt's mouth.
"Hey, hey…everything is going to be ok, alright?"
Kurt said nothing but he nodded somewhat reluctantly. Blaine took a deep breath and gently took hold of Kurt's head,
"After—after I'll take you on a date…ok?"
"A-a date?"
"We can go to the movies or a play-"Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's cheek, ignoring the dried blood, "or we could go have dinner. Whatever you want."
"Mhmm," Kurt sighed, "I don't care where," he mumbled, "just want to be with you…never been on a date before."
Static sound filled the room for a couple of seconds. Both Kurt and Blaine tensed and they curled into one another,
"There's food in the bag," was all Arwen said. It took Kurt a good five minutes to loosen his grip on Blaine's waist. His stomach growled,
"Man," Blaine licked his lips and sniffed, "it smells good," he paused, "they…they wouldn't poison the food would they? I mean-"
"I don't…think so," Kurt sat up wincing, his eyes flashing, "…not like him."
Rolling his shoulders Blaine attempted to stand. Wobbling a little, Blaine managed to grab the bag and bring it back to the mattress. Warily Blaine reached into the bag and brought up a greasy burger.
"Mmmm," Kurt sighed, "that smells so good."
Quaking Kurt sat up and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, peeling the sticky paper off the hamburger.
"I…my arms," Kurt grimaced, "I can't really move them. They're too sore."
"Oh," Blaine looked between the burger and Kurt, "I can help you." He held the food up to Kurt's mouth, "come on-open up."
Rolling his eyes Kurt opened his mouth and bit into the burger, moaning.
"God this is like, the best thing ever," Kurt swallowed. Blaine nodded and took a bite for himself before offering his boyfriend another taste. After the finished both burgers they started on the fries.
"Blaine?" Kurt licked his lips, "is there a clock in here?"
"I have mine," Blaine looked down, "wow…how did that-it's 9pm."
Kurt whined and lay back down.
"I'm so tired," he yawned, "so tired."
Blaine rubbed his hands on his pants to get rid of the grease before lying down next to his boyfriend. Kurt snuggled up to him, arms twitching.
"You know…I think I'm going to sleep," Kurt looked back at Blaine, "I just…I'm tired, Blaine."
"That's ok," Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's side, "go to sleep. I'll be here, ok?"
"Thank you," Kurt sighed, "good night, Blaine."
"Night, Kurt."
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"They're a threat alright," John said, "I've never seen a more serious threat to our organization," he saluted Jack, "great call, oh fearless leader."
"Shut up, John. You've seen the drawings-that," Jack pointed to the monitor, "kid or whatever he is knows more then he should."
Arwen turned to Gwen, "That reminds me…what did Kurt say to you, Gwen?"
"Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing," Ben frowned, "you mentioned your husband."
Jack came around the table to sit next to Gwen.
"What did he say to you, Gwen," Jack grabbed her arm, "What did Kurt say?"
Gwen closed her eyes,
"He-he mentioned something that happened a long time ago," Gwen blew out a breath, "something that happened during my first year in Torchwood."
Jack's gaze burned her,
"What was it?"
Lip quivering Gwen spoke, "I gave Rhys ret-con so that he could forget that I confessed cheating on him with Owen."
John started to laugh but Arwen hit his arm to keep him quiet. Jack growled,
"You ret-con-"he stood up, "didn't you BEG me not to ret-con after the space whale incident? You threw a-a-a temper tantrum in front of the others because-"Jack laughed, "and you ret-con Rhys so that he wouldn't remember that you slept with Owen?"
"As entertaining as this is," John smirked, "shall we move on? What else did he say to you?"
"Just-"Gwen looked down at the ground, "that he saw me. That he saw me take it, saw me give it to Rhys and—"
"And that he knew everything," Arwen didn't miss the Jack's flinch when she repeated that phrase, "was there anything-"she paused, "odd going on back then? Odder than normal I mean."
Gwen massaged her head, "I-I don't think so. Just-the same old Torchwood business."
Jack sat back down in his chair, eyes glued on the clock.
"You guys can go home. We're done here."
"Whoa, whoa-"Ben glared at his boss, "we are not leaving you here alone with those kids. God know what you'll do with them."
Jack snarled, "We've tortured people-"
"Yes, we've used torture methods before," Arwen held up a hand, "but only after they refused to talk. We spent five minutes asking questions before you went crazy."
"We're staying," John said, "you'll probably kill them if we leave."
"Fine-stay if you want." Jack motioned to the door, "go make yourselves comfortable."
Arwen, John and Ben left mumbling to each other. Gwen stayed behind, eyes wet.
"I'm sorry, Jack."
"No you're not," Jack said, "I can't believe you ret-con him."
"I-I had to, Jack. I love him."
Jack smirked, "Did you really love him?"
"Of course I love him!"
"Funny way of showing it," Jack leaned back in his chair, "First Owen…than me-"
"I wasn't the only way betraying my partner." Gwen stood up and headed towards the door. Before leaving she looked back at Jack, "remember that Jack."
That said Gwen left. Jack looked back at the monitor and ignored the stinging behind his eyes.
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Moaning Blaine woke him, feeling cold. His hand's reached for Kurt but he couldn't find him.
"Kurt!"
Gasping Blaine jumped up, eyes searching the cell. Kurt was kneeling by the glass, hands splayed.
"Kurt…"
Blaine crawled to his boyfriend, "Kurt? Are you ok?"
His boyfriend turned to him,
"We have to get out."
"I know, I know-"
"They're going to kill her."
"Kill-who?"
"Tosh," Kurt beat a hand against the glass, "let us out Grey!" Blaine blinked. Kurt looked at the cell ahead of them, "this is all your fault, Hart."
"Kurt?"
"Toshiko!" Kurt continued to hit the door, "Tosh! Jack! Owen!"
Blaine held onto Kurt, "Shh! Sweetheart, please be quiet."
"I can't-"Kurt wailed, "Tosh! Tosh! Tosh!"
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"Wow," Ben looked at the monitor eyes wide, "he's sleepwalking!"
"He is," Arwen gasped, "that's-I've never seen anything like that."
"Well," John moved back, "I guess we can rule out sleeper-agent."
The alarm rang throughout the hub.
"Shit."
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Blaine saw the red lights before he heard the alarms. Panicking he grabbed Kurt and dragged him back to the mattress. Kurt murmured but his eyes were already starting to droop. When Jack entered Blaine stood in front of his boyfriend.
"What do you want?"
Jack said nothing. He took out his gun and pointed it at Blaine.
"Pick him up."
"I-"
Jack pulled back the hammer, "I said pick him up!"
Biting back a sob Blaine picked up Kurt. Jack motioned him outside.
"Come on-up the stairs."
Blaine went up the stairs, scared. Jack pressed a button and opened the door,
"Go on-go."
"O-ok."
Stepping through the door Blaine tried to keep his eyes straight ahead. Jack led him to a room with a naked light bulb, a chair and no windows.
"Put him down on the chair."
Blaine sat down and arranged Kurt on his lap. There was no way he was letting go of his boyfriend.
"Jack!"
Arwen burst through the door. Kurt flinched in his sleep.
"What did we say?"
"The interrogation starts right now."
The rest of the team came in.
"Jack we agreed that we let them be until tomorrow."
"Did you not hear what," Jack pointed the gun at Kurt, "he said?"
"Of course we heard but," Arwen sighed, "Just let them rest, Jack. Let them rest for tonight."
Jack's lip curled up but before he could say anything Ben said,
"Let them rest, Jack."
"Fine." Jack holstered his gun, "Escort them back down to the cells."
The team waited until Jack had gone before turning to Blaine and Kurt.
"Come on," said Arwen, "let's get you back."
Ben tried to take Kurt but Blaine wouldn't let him. Kurt wasn't as light as he seemed to be but Blaine just couldn't let go of him. Minutes later they were back in the cell with an extra blanket and pillows.
"We'll see you tomorrow."
After they left Blaine hugged Kurt and silently cried.
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Jack looked down at the city, lost in thought. He had no idea what to make of Kurt Hummel. In the comfort of his own mind Jack can admit that yes, Kurt Hummel was not a sleeper agent; he probably wasn't even under control of an alien being. Still the things that boy knew,
…Gwen….you said before…suggest conflict…the nostrivite-
Huffing Jack sat down at the edge the roof, the wind whipping around him. He reached into his pocket and took out a drawing of his dead lover.
"Ianto…"
Kurt had drawn Ianto in a black, pin stripped suit paired with a blue shirt. Jack ran his hand down the paper. He had three pictures of Ianto stowed away in his tin but it wasn't enough; it was never enough. Jack had also kept the stopwatch. Shaking his head Jack put the drawing a way before running a hand down his face.
In a few hours they would once again interrogate Kurt and this time Jack would not stop until he got the answers he wanted.
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…this time, this place…this is home now
I hate the word couple
I came back for you…for all of you
Gasping Kurt sat up, eyes closed.
Please be a dream…please be a dream…please be a dream
Biting his lip opened and his eyes and-
"God," Kurt looked around the cell, "no…"wiping away his tears Kurt turned around. Blaine was still sleeping. Yawning Kurt pulled his boyfriend close and kissed his cheek.
"I'm sorry Blaine," Kurt whispered, "this is my fault-I just know. I'm so, so sorry."
Blaine hummed and wiggled closer to Kurt. Sniffling Kurt rubbed his head against the pillow. He knew that someone would be down sooner or later and them away again.
"Don't worry Blaine," Kurt said, "I won't let them hurt you."
Kurt was just starting to fall back asleep when the alarms sounded. Arwen stood in front of the cell with two, small white boxes.
"I brought you breakfast."
"T-thank you."
Arwen opened the cell and put the food next to the mattress. Kurt was tempted to grab Blaine and run but he knew they never get out. After Arwen left Kurt opened one of the boxes,
"Something smells good," Blaine muttered rubbing his eyes.
"Breakfast…looks like an egg and ham sandwich with fried potatoes."
"Delicious."
Kurt gave Blaine a box. Blaine inhaled his food but Kurt didn't touch his food."
"Are your arms still sore?"
"A little," Kurt shrugged, "I'm not really hungry."
"Come on," Blaine sat down next to Kurt, "You have to eat, Kurt. Please?"
Shaking his head Kurt picked at his food. It smelled good but he didn't think he could stomach anything at the moment.
"Just take a couple of bites. For me?"
Kurt sniffed, "Ok-for you."
When Arwen returned Kurt had managed to chock down half the sandwich and a little bit of the potatoes.
"Up please," Arwen opened the door, "follow me."
Blaine helped Kurt up. As they left the cell Kurt griped Blaine's arm and tugged his boyfriend closer. Arwen walked behind them her boots clicking against the floor. Ben and John were waiting for them at the top. When Kurt and Blaine reached them, John cuffed their hands. Kurt felt his heart constrict.
"Jack is waiting."
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Watching Blaine and Kurt being escorted to the interrogation room Jack sat down in his chair. Gwen stood next to him. John entered first, followed by Ben and the boys. Arwen closed the door behind her.
"Kurt, Blaine," Jack smiled, "please sit."
They sat down, faces pale. Jack leaned back in his seat.
"Can-" Blaine licked his lips, "can I ask why we're here?"
"Of course," Jack grinned, "you're here because your boyfriend," Kurt grimaced, "knows about us."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do I," Jack said, "Maybe Kurt can explain."
"God, I've already told you. I don't know what you want from me."
Jack slapped the table with both hands, startling everybody.
"How do you know," Jack took out six pieces of paper, "these people."
When Kurt saw the papers his eyes went hazy. Jack looked over at Ben who nodded and left.
"Suzie," Kurt whispered his voice deepening, "the resurrection glove."
Blaine went to put a hand on Kurt's shoulder but Arwen stopped him,
"Toshiko," Kurt fingered the drawing before moving on to the next one, "Owen," Kurt blinked when he reached Rhy's drawing, "Space whale," Jack's breath hitched, "Gwen," Kurt scowled and threw the page on the ground. Gwen looked at the ground, hands fisted.
"How do you know them?"
Blinking Kurt looked up at Jack, eyes clear and full of fright,
"They're just dreams. I don't-they don't exist, they're just dreams."
Jack was already starting to lose patience.
"Oh but they existed," Jack stood up, "Gwen exists…I exist," Jack leaned in close to Kurt, "where did you see us?"
Kurt closed his eyes and tried to edge away, "I swear I don't know…I've always drawn them-always, just please-"
Jack moved away and nodded at Arwen who stepped out. A minute later she returned with a laptop.
"We're going to show you guys an interesting video."
Arwen opened a video and pressed play. Blaine gasped when he saw himself and Kurt in the cells. Jack's hand landed on his shoulder,
"Watch."
"Toshiko!" Kurt yelled in the video, "Tosh, Owen, Jack!"
Blaine turned to his boyfriend who was staring at the ground.
"Kurt keeps saying that he doesn't know them," Jack paused the video, "and yet here he is, calling out their names."
"H-he was sleepwalking."
"Was he?" Jack grinned, "Does he often say odd things when he sleepwalks?"
Blaine didn't answer.
"I asked you a question, Mr. Anderson."
Shaking his head Blaine averted his eyes. Jack sighed and picked up something small and rectangular,
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "please answer him."
"Y-yes he says…weird things."
Jack patted Blaine's cheek, "Good boy," he turned his attention to Kurt, "What did you dream about, Kurt? Do you remember?"
"I-I don't usually-"Ben re-entered with some sort of scanner, "I don't know."
Jack raised an eyebrow and motioned Gwen forward.
"You mentioned someone Gwen knows yesterday."
Kurt looked up at the older woman. Sadness, anger and pity swirled in his stomach.
"…Rhys…"
Gwen glared at him.
"Right," Jack ruffled his hair, "good. Where did you meet him?"
Ben was hitting buttons on the machine he brought in. Kurt shivered,
"I don't-"
Jack touched Kurt's arm with the rectangular object. Kurt screamed. Blaine shot up but John pushed him back down in his chair. A moment later Jack pulled back.
"Not as painful as that last device I used on you-still, I think it gets the job done."
Kurt whined and lowered his head.
"Jack," Ben said, "scanner is ready."
"Arwen."
Before Kurt knew what was going on, Arwen was holding his head in a tight grip.
"What are you doing?" Blaine cried, "what-what is that thing?"
"It's not going to hurt him," Ben twisted a knob before placing the scanner a few inches away from Kurt's face, "it's just going to scan his head. That's it."
A bright light flashed in front of Kurt's eyes.
The machine touched his wrist-next thing he knew, it was in front of him, blinding him, paralyzing him and he saw his scenes of his life flashing before his eyes, his mother, his father, Lisa, Rhiannon-
"Rhiannon-"Kurt gasped, "Rhiannon-Mica, David-"Ben shut the scanner off and stared at the monitor.
"Well that's interesting," Ben whispered, "his hippocampus lit up like a beacon."
John made a face, "His hippo-what?"
"Where long term memory is stored-"Ben laughed, "this is-his entire brain I mean-it was muted except that one spot."
"What does that mean?" Jack said, watching Kurt and Blaine.
"Mean's he's not entirely sure of what he's saying-it's almost like he's detached."
Jack frowned, "Doesn't tell us why he knows what he knows."
"True," Ben shook his head, "but he really doesn't seem to know what he's saying, Jack."
"I see." Jack looked at the boys, eyes hard and non-believing, "put them back in the cells."
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John was the one to escort them back to the cells. When he left Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug and sobbed on his shoulder.
"Kurt," Blaine gave his boyfriend a kiss, "are you ok? Did-how's your arm? Does it hurt?"
"No," Kurt continued to cry, "I want to go home, Blaine! I just want to go home! I don't want to die again!"
Blaine's blood ran cold, "No, Kurt no. We're not going to die."
Kurt didn't seem to hear him, "I don't want to die here again, Blaine! Please don't let me die here again!"
Not knowing what else to say, Blaine promised, "I won't let you die, Kurt. I won't let you die."
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Hours later Jack was talking to John and Ben.
"Did you find anything new?"
John looked uncomfortable, "I found out that Kurt Hummel was in the hospital when he was 11."
"And?"
"Ok," John bent forward, "you have to promise not to run downstairs and hurt those kids."
"I'll think about it," Jack waved his hand, "what does the file say?"
Reluctantly John started to read, "According to this, his father, Burt Hummel, brought Kurt to the hospital at about 4am because his son was convulsing and was having trouble breathing," John cleared his throat, "five minutes after arriving Kurt screamed and went limp," John scratched his head and look at anywhere except Jack, "he…Kurt said something about Cybermen."
Jack flinched.
"Kurt kept repeating that he had died," John stared down at the paper, "he kept saying that he had died but that it was ok because he defeated the cybermen."
"Defeated-"Jack ran a hand through his hair, "how old was he again?"
John remained silent. Ben looked away.
"I asked you a question, John."
"He was 11-so about 6 years ago."
Jack felt his heart flutter, "6 years ago?"
"October 15th 2005 to be precise."
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"Ow!"
Blaine winced, "I'm sorry-"
"It's fine, Blaine," Kurt looked down at Blaine's hand that was currently rubbing the area where that…thing had electrocuted him.
"It's ok," Kurt's voice cracked, "it-it doesn't really hurt that much anyways."
Sighing Blaine leaned against the wall. Kurt let his head drop onto his boyfriend stomach.
"I want to go home."
A hoarse laugh escaped Blaine's mouth, "Yea…me too."
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Jack was in his bed, staring at the files in his hand. His eyes were wet and his throat was tight.
October 15th 2005…Ianto
Closing his eyes Jack ran a hand through his hair. The words John read kept battering his brain,
"…he kept saying that he had died but that it was ok because he defeated the cybermen."
Throwing the papers on the floor Jack opened his wrists strap and tapped its buttons. Kurt Hummel knew something-Kurt Hummel most likely was a something. The scanner could have been wrong. No technology, not even alien technology was perfect. His team might have fallen for the whole innocent act-hell Jack almost had but he hadn't. Jack knew what he had to do.
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Kurt had fallen asleep thirty minutes after John had dropped them back off in the cell. Blaine kept running his fingers through Kurt's hair.
How do you know these people?
I-I don't know-
Blaine couldn't help but think about that book he had thought. Kurt whimpered in his sleep but didn't wake up.
Maybe the book wasn't stupid after all
Rolling his shoulders Blaine looked at the stone wall in front of him. When they had been left in the cell again Blaine couldn't help but blame Kurt. The only reason they were kidnapped was because Kurt knew some things about…Torchwood or whatever. However, Blaine realized that it really wasn't Kurt's fault. His boyfriend honestly didn't know what was going on; at least not consciously.
"Oh Kurt," Blaine whispered, "God I hope we can get out of this."
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At six pm John, Ben, Arwen and Gwen were in the conference room eating dinner. Jack had sneaked into the lower levels without being detected. Five minutes after his team had sat down to eat Jack initiated the partial lockdown, separating the lower levels from the main part of the hub. That done, Jack walked towards the cells.
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"FUCK!"
John was the first to react. As soon as he heard a clicking sound he had launched himself at the door.
"Bastard!" John rammed the door with his shoulder, "damn him!"
Ben's fingers were flying over his laptop. Arwen was on her own laptop, glaring at the screen. Gwen was shouting through the intercom,
"Jack! Jack let us out!"
"Shut up!" John yelled, "He's not going to fucking listen!"
Arwen pulled at her hair, "Partial lockdown-if we do get out of the conference room we'll have to disable the door that leads to the lower levels too."
"I don't know what he did," Ben growled, "I can't override the lockdown."
"Well keep trying!" John kicked the door, "God knows what –"
Gwen's cry cut John off, "Ben!" her face was ashen, "you have to reverse the lockdown!"
"What do you I'm trying to do?"
"No," Gwen shook her head, "Remember that-Jack-"Gwen pushed the heels of her hands above her eyes, "the mind-probe! He's going to want to use the mind-probe!"
The room went silent.
"Shit," John whispered before he started pounding on the door again, "shit!"
"You can't be serious!" Arwen said, "He's HUMAN!"
"Jack doesn't care!" Gwen screamed, "He wanted to strap Beth even when we thought she was human."
Ben's started typing more frantically,
"I need time-"Ben squinted at the screen, "maybe in ten minutes-"
"We don't have ten fucking minutes," John kicked the door for the last time, "he's going to kill that boy!"
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Ben was sweating, "God."
Gwen went to the window and pressed her forehead against it.
"Jack's going to kill him."
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Down in the cells, the lights were flashing. Kurt had dragged their mattress to the farthest corner and trapped Blaine between his body and the wall.
"Kurt!" Blaine pushed against his chest, "what are you-"
"I'm not going to let them take you away again," Kurt's voice seemed lower, "I won't let Jack take you away from me."
They heard a door opening. Kurt pressed Blaine further into the wall.
"I won't let them hurt you," Kurt gave his boyfriend a desperate kiss. "I won't let him hurt you."
When they heard the cell door being opened, Kurt turned his body so that he was facing Jack. Blaine pulled Kurt closer.
"Get up."
Jack had his gun trained on Kurt.
"GET UP."
Wobbling Kurt stood up, making sure to keep Blaine covered with his body. Jack grabbed Kurt's arm roughly,
"You're coming with me."
"No!"
Blaine took a step forward but stopped when Jack put the gun to Kurt's head.
"No-just him; you're staying here."
"Blaine," Kurt said, "just-just stay here."
"But-he-I-you-"
"Hey," Kurt's voice wobbled, "it's…it'll be ok."
"Come on," Jack yanked Kurt out of the cell. Blaine cried out after them,
"Bring him back! KURT! Bring him back!"
Jack paid no attention to Blaine. He shoved Kurt out into the hallway, gun still pointed at his head.
"Walk."
Arms around himself Kurt walked.
Shoot her or I'll shoot you
When they reached a steel door, Jack told him to open it. Kurt did so, reluctantly.
"Now," Jack nodded to something, "sit."
Sobbing Kurt looked around the room and-
That species has extremely high blood pressure.
Oh right-their heads must explode all the time.
"No."
"Yes," Jack gripped Kurt's chin and lifted his head up, "sit in the chair," Jack flashed his teeth, "if you don't, I'll go get Blaine."
Face white Kurt said and stared straight ahead. In no time, Jack had strapped him into the chair.
Here-you'll probably get dehydrated during the probing.
"You're going to kill me."
Jack tightened the straps around Kurt's wrists.
"You should have told me the truth."
"I did!"
A punch to the gut was Kurt's answer.
"Don't lie to me," Jack bent down and looked Kurt in the eyes, "you might have tricked my team into believing your innocent but I know the truth. I don't know and I don't care who or what you are. I don't know WHY you concentrated your efforts on my previous team," Jack's eyes softened, "on Ianto," he stood, "but I do know that I'm going to make you regret it."
"You're going to kill me," Kurt cried, "I don't want to die here!" he strained against the bonds holding him to the chair. Jack turned around to get the head attachment.
"I don't want to die here again!"
"Shut up!"
Jack secured the metal crown to Kurt's head.
"Please don't! NO! I don't want to die in Torchwood! Not again!"
Smirking Jack stepped back the remote in hand.
"NO!"
With a flick of the wrist, Jack turned the machine on.
A/N-I know I know...Mind-probe-BAD. I think that this(and maybe the first part of chapter 8) will be the most...dark. I could be wrong though. This chapter was painful to write and I hope I got it right! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!