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Remembering

Chapter 13

Her blue-green eyes flashed dangerously as she ran her nails gently up and down his chest, undoing a few of the top buttons, the tips of her fingers momentarily touching the flesh beneath; Jack shuddered slightly, longing to feel more of her skin against his, but she seemed adamant not to comply.

She stepped closer to him, her body suddenly pressed up against him, her breath ghosting against the side of his neck.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like?" she asked quietly, her lips gently brushing his skin. A shiver ran up his spine, his hands automatically taking hold of her hips, clutching at the fabric there.

"What it's like to touch me?" she continued.

"What it's like to touch you?" he repeated slowly. Donna smirked against his neck.

"To kiss me?" she whispered, feeling him tremble under her hands. He nodded frantically, burying his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.

"To feel me…under you?"

This last two words shocked Jack, and he jolted slightly, taking a step back. She stared back at him, a smug smirk on her lips.

"I—" he began…

"Jack!"

Jack Harkness jolted awake to find Gwen Cooper leaning over him, frowning.

"Are you okay, Jack?" Gwen asked, her large eyes blinking as she helped him into a sitting position. Jack looked around, slowly realising he was on the sofa in the Torchwood hub.

"I-I'm fine…" Jack mumbled, running a hand through his hair as his dream flashed vividly in his mind.

"You sure? You were makin' strange noises in yur sleep." Gwen told him, clearly worried. Jack gritted his teeth together; lately, Gwen had been grating on his nerves. In fact, everybody had been grating on his nerves since he cut away from Donna; all of them kept giving him weird glances, getting in between them whenever he got too close to her, distracting Donna whenever she began to make her way towards him. They all had decided it was a bad idea, and were going out of their way to make sure whatever could've been never would be. Well, they were certainly wasting their effort! Jack had made it quite clear he had made that decision himself, hadn't he? And that he was completely loyal to his team, and Ianto.

"Was I?" he asked dryly, unsurprised given the circumstances of his dream.

"Yeah," Gwen smiled, "Just little moans and groans, and the occasional 'please'. I assumed you were being tortured or summat."

"Yep, I certainly was."

Gwen smiled smugly, clearly happy her assumption had been correct. Jack didn't think it nessicary to tell her the exact circumstances of his torture.

A moment later, Ianto entered the hub, and Jack stood up upon his arrival, grinning hugely.

"Ianto! There's my main Welshman!" he exclaimed, bouncing over to the surprised Ianto and flinging his arms around him, planting a big wet kiss right on his mouth.

Ianto gave a fake smile as Jack released him, moving into the centre of the hub and still talking non-stop. Ever since he had begun avoiding Donna, Jack had been acting so false around him; before, he had been there yet absent, and they were pretty casual despite his strong feelings. Now, he was trying to be the best boyfriend he could, and he wasn't happy at all; Ianto could see that. But, he wasn't ready to let Jack go, so he allowed himself to ignore his unhappiness, even though it hurt him just as much to see his Captain suffer more. And so Ianto kept his smile on, and opened the folder from under his arm.

"Jack, we have a Weevil sighting on Cartwheel Street; it was seen skulking around someone's home and may have forced entrance. Sounds pretty serious."

"That it does!" Jack cried, grinning manically, before yellowing, "Martha! Mickey! Let's roll, its Weevil Time!"

"Can I come?"

Jack whirled around to see Donna standing in the doorway behind him, staring innocently at him with those green-blue eyes. Jack swallowed shakily, waves of heat washing over him as he remembered that dream, before saying in a small voice:

"I don't think so."

Donna's eyes flashed and she dropped her head; Jack could see she was upset and loathed himself for it.

Gwen and Martha, who had just arrived, looked at each other, wondering how they were going to get in between this one.

"It's just…" Jack swallowed again, "Last time, you were hurt. I don't want that to happen again."

"I'll be fine." Donna said forcefully, still not meeting his eye.

"It's not safe."

"I'm a big girl, Jack," she suddenly cried, snapping her head up, "I can look after myself! I am capable of making my own decisions!"

Jack met her gaze and tried to communicate with her silently that he was worried about her safety, that's why he was doing this. But she glared back, unyielding, and he sadly realized that this wasn't about the Weevil business. It was about him cutting himself off from her.

She was mad at him for it.

"Oh, for God's sake!" came an annoyed voice, and Jack turned to see Mickey Smith, arms folded and fixing him with the evil eye.

"Just let her come, she could help," he snapped, nodding friendily at Donna. She smiled back.

"How 'help'?" Jack snarled, "She isn't even a recruited Torchwood agent!"

"She could be bait," Mickey said cheekily with a wink.

Instead of the anger Jack expected, he heard Donna giggle in a schoolgirl manner behind him, before pushing past him, slapping Mickey lightly on the arm.

"'Bait'! I'd like to see you try to feed me to a bloody Weevil, Mickey-boy!"

"I could always try…"

The duo left the hub, arms linked, followed by Gwen and Ianto, both casting worried looks back at their dumfounded boss. Martha stepped towards Jack, frowning.

"You okay?" she asked softly. Jack's face darkened, and Martha saw a flash of something in his eyes.

"Fine." he snapped, following his team out of the hub and leaving Martha alone.

She sighed, and thought back to that flash in his eyes – it was familiar to her, as she had seen it many times while traveling with the Doctor. She had seen it every time she had looked in the mirror, and thought of him…then thought of Rose. It was jealousy.

Martha sighed again and left the hub, wondering if maybe Jack Harkness was in deeper than she thought.

The Torchwood team pulled up outside of 7 Cartwheel Street; a redbrick detached house lay in darkness before them, neatly cut grass spread before it and a red wall separated the garden from the pavement. Upon getting out, Ianto lay eyes on a woman sitting on the wall, looking worriedly at them.

He nodded politely at her and opened the gate, heading up towards the front door.

"Knocking on the door won't be very useful to you, I'm afraid, since the only occupant of that house is out here."

Ianto turned around to see the woman sitting on the wall had spoken to him. His team, all still standing around the van watched as he approached her.

"Do you live here?" Ianto asked.

"That's what I just said, isn't it?" the woman sniped. Ianto blinked, surprised.

The woman revealed she was tall as she stood up, with chin-length blonde hair and blue eyes accented by thick-rimmed glasses. Her figure was naturally skinny, although Ianto limited himself in what he admired of her body, all to aware of Jack nearby. She spoke with an English accent instead of the rough Welsh of this area.

"Ianto Jones," he introduced himself, smiling sweetly as he held a hand out. She didn't take it.

"I'm Bryn," she said, "Are you here to help with that man?"

"Man? Erm, I mean, yes! We're Torchwood, a special ops. police force." Ianto told her, gesturing to Gwen, Mickey, Donna, Martha and Jack. Bryn nodded politely at them before turning back to Ianto.

"He looked pretty brutal; are you sure you can cope?" Bryn asked, stepping around the wall and slowly walking up the garden path with him.

"Of course. It's just a human, right?" Ianto laughed falsely.

"See, I'm not…entirely sure it is," Bryn muttered, looking at the floor.

"What do you mean?"

Bryn sighed, running a hand through her short hair, "See, when I woke up – I had a hard day at work, I don't just go to bed so early by the way – and found it in my bathroom, it didn't turn around and yell at all. It…growled."

The word sent shivers down Ianto's spine, even though he knew of the Weevils' ways.

"Anyway, I got a somewhat good look at its face and it just…it didn't look human. I don't know if it was in a fire or something, or hideously deformed, but it didn't look like it had ever been one of us. And then, the way it behaved was positively animalistic."

She stopped suddenly, turning to look imploringly at him.

"You don't think I'm crazy, do you?"

Ianto shook his head, "No. I don't."

Great. Another person who need retcon-ning.

Bryn smiled softly, "Thank you."

She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it tightly. Ianto swallowed slightly at the sudden spark that flew between their fingers…then she let go, and it was gone as if it never happened.

"Are you sure about going in?" Bryn asked, pulling a key out of her pocket, "I managed to secure it in here, but it might still be waiting right inside…"

"Seriously, Bryn," Ianto chuckled, "We're professionals."

He waved at his teammates who advanced along the path. Bryn nodded at Ianto and handed him the key.

I love filler chapters x3 :D hahaa.

I hope this was okay – it may have been boring but essential haha :)

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P.S. Bryn, if you are reading, I finally introduced the sexy blonde Bryn lmao ;) xDD loveyou! :)