Chapter 2: Questions for my Guide by AshyBear

I was running as fast as I could through the forest and still pushing myself to go faster. I didn't care how many men were chasing me, there was no way I was going to let them kill me. There's still too many unanswered question about death, this could be the last time I come back. Or maybe I won't come back this time at all, I'll just stay dead.

So I keep running and running. Until I hear a gun being fired and everything goes black…

It's only black for a moment until my eyes slowly open and I see I'm in a medium sized room that appears to be in a log cabin. It takes only a few seconds for me to register what's going on.

"Ianto?" I call out; hoping the man in the suit will answer.

"Right here, sir." He answers politely as he comes around the corner of another room, a coffee in hand.

"How many times?" I ask knowing I'll get the same vague answers he always gives.

I'm not sure why he refuses to tell me how many times I've died. Will it really make a difference in the end? Will there ever be an end? At this point I seriously doubt it.

"One more than the last time sir." He smirks.

"Alright. So what should we do this time?"

"That's completely up to you sir. But if you'd like a suggestion I do enjoy when we just sit and talk." He smiled shyly.

He means when I talk, because he rarely says a thing about himself or what he's doing here. But that will change today, even if I have to seduce the answer out of him; which will be just as much fun on my end.

"Sounds good to me but only if you'll make more coffee."

"Of course sir." Ianto smiled; the smile he has that makes my heart melt.

After the coffee was made and the two of us were sitting on the couch he looks up at me longingly. Like he needs me to tell him everything that's happened since the last time we spoke. I smiled at him and took a sip of my perfectly made coffee before turning my body to face him.

"I wanna talk about you this time. There's so much about you I don't know." I said as I leaned in to kiss his neck.

"There isn't much to tell." He sighed.

"What's your full name? I can't even greet you properly without knowing your full name." I kissed him again.

He swallowed hard "Jones, Ianto Jones."

"Well then it's nice to meet you Jones, Ianto Jones."

I saw Ianto wince slightly as I greeted him, like he was remembering something good but it hurt. He does that sometimes when I speak to him.

"Why are you here? Are you dead too? How did you die?" I ask as I slide my hand up his inner thigh.

"Yes, I am. I died a long time from now, I was murdered."

"I'm sorry." I stopped kissing him so I could look at him.

"It wasn't your fault Jack." he said with a small smile. More meaning behind his words than I could ever understand.

"So how did you end up with this job?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to bring up bad memories.

"Just got lucky I guess." He winked "Do you have any more questions for me?"

"Why do you make the coffee If I can control what appears and disappears? I mean, your coffee is the best but you don't have to make it." I rambled a bit, but he kept smiling.

"I like making coffee for you. And besides if I wasn't making it what would I do when you're not here?"

"How long am I gone for? I mean how long does it feel like for you?"

"It always feels like an eternity when you are not with me." he smiled shyly "but it is nowhere near that long."

He is such a sweet man; it makes me feel worse for forgetting him when I wake up. But I can only control what I do with him while I'm dead, and right now I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. So I'm going to.

Staying in the same position facing him I lean in closer, slowly so I don't startle him. Then I bring my lips to his. I don't think that I have ever, dead or alive, had a better kiss than with his lips.

But then, because all good things come to an end, the knocking started.

"You have to go now sir." Ianto said softly.

"And if I don't want to leave you?"

"It'll be okay. I will wait for you."

x

I woke up gasping for breath, desperately trying to fill my lungs with air again. I died, I came back, and now I was going to go find whoever shot me and make them pay.