"30 more reports of Weevils on the loose," Ianto sighed, looking at the latest edition to the vaults. The Weevil numbers had increased and they had started making pained cries ever since Owen opened the Rift to bring Jack and Tosh back from WW2.
"Can't you stop them from making that noise, or make them more comfortable?" Gwen pleaded, a look of great discomfort on her face.
"You got any ideas, how?" Ianto snapped, resisting the urge to massage his forehead.
He had been getting non stop visions all day, all of them showing him images of the horrors happening all over the world; bubonic plague, Roman soldiers slaughtering people, WW2 bombs randomly dropping all over Europe, and several murder victims in Whitechapel with wounds similar to Jack the Ripper's victims.
"Maybe they're time sensitive," Jack mused, "and this Rift disturbance is too much for them."
"We've now filled all vaults, on all nine levels," Ianto informed him, "we're going to have to activate the vaults below, it's just, we've never used them since I've been here."
"Do it," Jack ordered, he turned to Gwen, "You're right, let's go do a search on your dance hall buddy. We need to find him."
Ianto watched them exit the vaults, he turned and watched the Weevil for a moment, it let out another pained cry.
"Hello, Ianto," a familiar feminine voice said, Ianto's head snapped round.
It was Lisa.
She's not real, Ianto told himself, his heart twisting painfully inside his chest at the sight of his beloved dead girlfriend. She looked exactly the same as she did on the day of Canary Wharf, before the battle started. Short black hair, smooth dark skin and the low cut red top which he loved seeing her in. No cyber attachments to her body.
"What are you doing here," Ianto asked, staring at her. She walked towards him with a gentle sway of her hips.
"Why are you here? This isn't happening," Ianto told himself as she drew closer. He could almost smell her flowery perfume.
"There is only one way to stop this, before things get worse," she told him, her voice soft without the robotic undertone which she spoke in after the conversion.
"People will die, Ianto," she said gently, her eyes warm and sincere. Ianto couldn't help but believe her, he had seen the visions of what would happen if they didn't stop this. He just didn't know how to stop it.
"Thousands of people, unless you open the rift," she finished. Ianto froze, Jack had said that opening the Rift had caused this destruction, could re-opening it stop all this?
Ianto closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, she was gone.
Jack was dead.
Owen had shot him in the head.
Ianto stood still as Gwen scanned his eye, he felt overwhelmed with everything that was happening.
His head was killing him. Rhys Williams was dead. Jack was dead. Owen had killed him. They were going to open the Rift.
Jack still hadn't came back to life. He had told Ianto he was immortal but maybe it was only certain types of deaths that he could come back from.
Ianto watched as Gwen pressed enter and the Rift opened. A bright pillar of light shot into the sky as the Hub began to self destruct around them.
We're reversing everything that happened, Ianto told himself, Jack will be brought back too.
There was a gasp of breath from the floor, they all watched in surprise as Jack sat up, grabbing Gwen's ankle.
"Oh, my god," Owen gasped, stunned.
"What have you done?" Jack demanded, ignoring Gwen's scream of shock.
Ianto watched as the metal frame work of the Hub collapsed and the glass shattered. He rushed over to help Jack stand up, he ignored Jack's weight pressed against him, too relieved that Jack was alive. Ianto snatched Jack's coat as they passed it and helped Jack put it on. The bricks on the ceiling began to fall and land on the floor.
Ianto glanced back and watched as a support beam crushed all their workstations sending sparks flying.
They ran out the Hub and onto the street. Jack was staggering, still getting half carried by Ianto and Gwen.
"It's going to be okay, Jack," Gwen panted, "Everything's going to go back to normal."
They managed to get half way down the street before they were stopped by the sight of Bilis Manger standing in the middle of the road, looking pleased by something.
Gwen let go of Jack and walked towards him. Jack and Ianto clung to each other, trying to keep Jack steady.
Bilis spoke, "From out of the darkness, he is come."
"What is he talking about?" Gwen asked sharply.
"Son of the Great Beast, cast out before time, chained in rock and imprisoned beneath the Rift."
"What?!"
"All hail Abaddon, the Great Devourer."
Ianto cried out in pain as the vision hit him.
...a massive horned beast...people dying on the streets...screaming in fear...
Ianto shuddered, he could almost feel the fear radiating of the people as the dark shadow took them.
Jack looked at him, worried.
"Come to feast on life," Bilis continued.
Understanding and pain shone in Jack's eyes, he clearly had a vague idea of what Ianto saw.
There was a roaring sound in the distance and they all watched in horror as the massive beast stepped over the city, the beast they let out of the Rift.
Bilis looked proud as his gaze settled on Abaddon, "I look upon you, my god, and know my work is done." He vanished as the team stared at Abaddon as the screams of dying civilians reached their ears.
"How do we stop it? Tell me what to do, Jack," Gwen said firmly walking back to the team.
Jack glanced at all his team members. He looked at Tosh, she would try to come up with some alternate solution. Owen wouldn't let him go through with the plan and would probably try to fight the thing off with his Hulk side.
Jack faltered slightly when his gaze fell on Ianto, he would try to stop him and possibly get killed in the process. He couldn't let any of his team die, especially not his beautiful young lover.
He turned back to Gwen, he knew he would need someone to take him there and Gwen was stubborn enough not to give up. If Jack didn't mention his self-sacrificing plan then she would go through with it.
"You...get me to an open space," he ordered, letting Gwen sling his arm over his shoulder as they left the other's behind.
As he went to go sacrifice himself to save the world.
Jack was dead, again.
Except he wasn't coming back this time.
Ianto watched with the others as Gwen sat by Jack's side. He couldn't help but feel jealous, Gwen had a boyfriend at home, a boyfriend who she opened the Rift for because he had died and she didn't even bother spending five minutes with him before coming back to Torchwood.
"How long's she gonna do this?" Owen asked tiredly.
Ianto glanced at him but didn't answer. Tosh didn't draw her eyes off the monitor she, like Ianto, didn't want to be away from Jack's body.
They didn't even get to say goodbye.
Ianto turned away from the monitor, he couldn't stand looking at Jack's dead body, knowing that he was part of the reason that it was there.
He went into Jack's office, there was still a faint smell of his pheromones. He looked around the office, memories washing over him. Jack's arms wrapped around him. Jack's lips pressed against his own. Jack's moans of pleasure as Ianto's hands caressed his body. He was never going to witness that again.
He sniffed as tears burned behind his eyes, he straightened out a few papers to distract himself. Ianto glanced at the coat, Jack's big woollen one which completed the big hero look.
He wandered over and took it off the hook, he smelled it. Inhaling the scent of Jack's pheromones. He quietly began to sob into the coat, he sat down, burying his face in the thick fabric.
He didn't know how long he sat there sobbing his heart out into Jack's coat but eventually Tosh wandered into the office wearing something different from when he had last seen her so he assumed it had been a few hours and she had went home to change.
"Ianto," she began hesitantly, "I need your help, it's the container for the hand, I'm mending it but I need another set of hands."
Ianto nodded mutely and followed her out the office. He saw Owen brooding in the medical bay, alone.
He knelt down beside Tosh and followed her instructions as best as he could, it was like he was on autopilot.
Then he heard her shocked gasp, she stood up and ran towards someone. Ianto looked in the direction of where she was running to and felt his heart stutter and stop.
It was Jack. He was alive.
Then his heart was hammering hard in his chest as he stood up. Walking towards him, feeling uncertain. Did Jack forgive him?
He held his hand out hesitantly, but Jack ignored this and pulled him into a tight hug. Ianto returned the hug, unwilling to let go of Jack's warm body.
Then Jack pulled back slightly, sliding his hands so that one was cupping his face and the other was behind his neck, and kissed him on the lips.
It was a closed mouth kiss but that didn't stop it from being passionate and full of longing.
Ianto almost wept with relief, Jack was alive. Jack forgave him. Jack was kissing him.
Jack had left them.
Ianto stood in the Hub with the others as Gwen informed them all about Jack getting taken.
Ianto didn't believe and neither did Tosh who immediately went to check the CCTV and discovered the recording of Jack running towards a blue police box which eventually faded out of sight as Jack clung to it.
Ianto recognised the sound, it was the Doctor's time machine. The TARDIS. Everyone who worked at Torchwood One was told about the mysterious 'Doctor' who could travel in time in his police box. He was there on the day of Canary Wharf.
And Jack had abandoned them all to go with him.
Ianto wasn't surprised by this, what would make Jack stick around? His team had betrayed him, maybe he had only forgiven them because he knew he would be leaving.
Ianto placed the container of coffees on Tosh's work station. He looked around at the mess and began to clean.
Jack had abandoned them.
Jack was gone.
And it was unlikely that he would return.
A/N: Okay I will be doing a chapter or two for TYTNW (The year that never was) but it will be from Jack's pov so warning it may be slightly dark but I will give a warning of what will be mentioned, torture, rape, ect.
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