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Bloodstone
He knelt in the muck and madness taking deep breaths, the fight had been fierce as had been the gunfire that necessitated it. He had blood on his hands, the woman he had tried to save long gone, as were those he had been barricaded with.
Now he was pissed as he stumbled to his feet and looked around at the chaos. People were screaming, their deaths choking off with the black acrid smoke as those further down succumbed to the heat.
This is would hell would feel like …. If he ever got there.
Small comfort knowing that is not likely to happen anytime soon.
Right?
People were dying, the stench of death thick in the air as those who were unwilling to accept their fate tried to fight back in vain, always in vain. You can't beat these metal monsters you know. It was a battleground, not one of wide sweeping fields like on the old times, no this one was being fought around corridors and down stairwells. This one was being lost.
Humans were kneeling one way or another as the invaders calmly cut them down and he sighed, running his hand over his face as he tried to work out where he was. Where he needed to be to keep his promise.
Loyalty.
Gods, always comes back to loyalty doesn't it, like a bloody per dog here he is panting as he tries to fetch a bloody stick through shark infested waters. You know … like that. Stupid.
He had a moment of wonder.
Silence.
He looked around and wondered if he was the last one left, the only soul surrounded by ash.
He started to run but the corridors lengthened and no matter how he tried he couldn't get there in time … he couldn't …. He screamed
"DON'T"
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He woke.
Jesus, that one was vivid. His heart was beating so hard it hurt like someone was punching him in the chest. He remembered that day, the smell and the fear. The horror, the loss. Ah gods, so much loss.
And that sound...the whirring sound that told him all he had fought for was gone anyway.
He rolled to his side and saw his bed mate in repose, an arm thrown above his head as he slumbered, his own chest moving gently as his own sleep. Like a babe, no worries or bad dreams there. He smiled as he wondered if he dreamed at all and if so was he in any of them?
Life was hard, harder when you survived while those around you fell. They fell and you failed.
This planet is a big graveyard ya know, full of ash and pain and…. His bed mate sighed as he rolled, hands searching and soon the lovers were entwined, lips brushing together, then bruisingly hard as they rolled and wrestled.
He had woken him with his musing.
Life goes on.
Yeah, he has some more to give if only for this man who holds him so tenderly while simultaneously squeezing another day, another moment, another breath from him.
Like blood from a stone.
He can bleed for this man.
In this little cot under a secret base while a world turns.
This big rock … she bleeds too.
Just like his poor stupid heart.
Loyal.
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Now I know you will all wonder if that was Jack or Ianto awakened by the dream … I guess the only real answer is that it could have been either of them. Both were born of death were they not? One on a Station and another in a tower?
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Bloodstone by Guy Sebastian
This is a burning house, but we should stay inside
Cause something's telling me that we should stay and fight
I know it's gonna take a lot to change your mind
But baby, put your white flag down, I'm rolling up my sleeves right now
Oh no, I'm not afraid to bleed
Work my hands to the bone
More words are not what you need
I let my labour show
Can't do it on my own, I need you to believe
So please, please, squeeze
Cause there's more in this bloodstone
Yeah, there's more in this bloodstone
There's a version of me I need to bring to light
I'm really not that asshole that I was last night
I tend to mess up every good thing in my life
I'll make it up to you somehow, so let me get to work right now
Oh no, I'm not afraid to bleed
Work my hands to the bone
More words are not what you need
I let my labour show
Can't do it on my own, I need you to believe
So please, please, squeeze
Cause there's more in this bloodstone
I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you
So let me get to work right now
I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you
So let me get to work right now
I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you
So let me get to work right now
I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna come through somehow
I'm gonna come through somehow
I'm gonna come through somehow
Oh no, I'm not afraid to bleed
Oh no, I'm not afraid to bleed
Work my hands to the bone
More words are not what you need
I let my labour show
Can't do it on my own, I need you to believe
So please, please
Cause there's more in this bloodstone
I know, I know, that there's more in this bloodstone
Believe me, believe me, that there's more in this bloodstone
I know and you know, that there's no walking away
Ah yeah, there's more in this bloodstone