This was supposed to be up earlier, but long story short I could of used Tosh as I had a little bit of technological trouble and 3 hours work was deleted. So I had to start again so this is probably a little rough around the edges. Hope you enjoy though! Gwen bashing comes in this scene, but it's nothing major.

CHAPTER 2

Ianto was sat in his flat alone, something he had become accustomed to now Jack had been gone for 2 weeks. He poured him self yet another glass of scotch and downed in 2 mouthfuls Ianto wasn't a big drinker, but now it was the only way he could sleep, not that he found much peace in his dreams, the nightmares were now a daily occurrence. He sighed as he thought about the particularly bad day he had at work. He'd spent most of it hiding in the archives, now he thought about it. It was kind of childish. He just couldn't face the rest of his team. Everything reminded him of Jack.

''Cheer up tea-boy!'' Owen had said as Ianto set down the coffee mug, looking (and feeling) like death
''Shove off Owen'' the Welshman had snapped back.
''No, You look like shit mate. Get over it already.'' Owen replied a little too quickly, flinching when Ianto turned to face him, looking him right in the eye. It didn't take a genius to see the pain there.
''OWEN!'' Tosh called from her station. She shot Ianto an apologetic look. The out burst from Tosh was unexpected, but she didn't like seeing her friend hurt.
''No Tosh. He needs to pick him self up. It's been 2 weeks. Jack isn't coming back.'' Owen snapped, he immediately regretted the decision. That was harsh. Even for Owen standards.
Ianto had simply nodded and quickly retreated to the archives before Gwen came in barking her orders at everyone.

He hated how Gwen had taken charge, thinking she could fill Jacks boots. She was wrong. No one could fill them. Owen was second in command Not her. Then Tosh, then Ianto, THEN and only then came Gwen. It frustrated him so much as he watched her take the reins. When Jack ''died'' and Gwen volunteered her self to sit with him, it was very clear how out of hand her small crush had gotten. Ianto wanted to do nothing more than drag her out of there and sit with his lover, holding his hand tight and pull him out of the darkness. Ianto remembered thinking he'd never see Jack again. It killed him, not that he showed it. So when he saw him walk into the hub that day he thought he'd finally lost his mind, but Tosh seemed to notice him too, and Owen. He dismissed the fact that Gwen was holding his hand, he was too over come with happiness to take note.

When his boss had finished hugging Tosh he didn't quite know what to do. He decided on sticking his hand out for a hand shake, but was so relieved when his lover pulled him in for a hug, he was still weak and half leaning on Ianto, but the Welshman engulfed himself in the Americans sent. Then Jack kissed him, the mind blowing kiss then let Ianto know he really was alive and okay. It hurt him to let go, but he knew Owen needed this, plus he knew he would get his captain soon. That's why he could hardly believe it when Jack left.

At first they thought something had taken their boss, Ianto was red with rage, ready to kill the thing who took his lover just after getting him back with his bare hands. Then Tosh checked the CCTV and they realized Jack had simply ran out without a second thought, and Ianto's pure rage was replaced with hurt. He didn't want to believe that Jack had abandoned him, so he spent the first few days in denial. Opening his flat door expecting to see his lover waiting for him with a perfect good explanation as to why he left.

He remembered the first time he had to go back into Jacks office.
He was in the kitchen, doing the second coffee round of the day when he heard Gwen's voice shout to him
''Ianto! Wheres the report for the alien we captures a good few weeks back now? Y'know the purple sticky one?''
Ianto sighed. He knew exactly what file she was talking about, and he knew exactly where it was. Ianto knew everything.
''In Jack's office!'' He called back. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing what was coming next.
''Could you fetch it for me please love?'' Ianto let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he didn't want to pick a fight with Gwen and tell her that she had perfectly functional legs, so he did as he was asked.

He walked slowly into Jacks office, and the first that hit him was the smell of 51st century that he loved so much. It took every atom of Ianto Jones not to break down in his boss' door way, but he carried on into the room and sat down in Jack's chair. Which, in hindsight was a bad idea. The smell of his lover overwhelmed him. Everything in that office screamed Jack and it was killing Ianto, he needed out. He grabbed the file of Jacks desk and stood up quickly making his way to the door.
''Hurry back Jack'' He whispered before closing the door behind him.

Then after about 5 days he stopped believing. He stopped thinking Jack ever even liked Ianto at all and started believing Jack had gone on to bigger and so much better things. He started to wonder why Jack hadn't left alot earlier. He started to wonder why he would ever thought he would be enough for Jack. Now instead of getting home expecting to see Jack, he'd get home and drink him self into oblivion waiting for the nightmares.

The nightmares were alot felt real too. Ianto would often wake up screaming and crying. Instead of seeing Jacks cold dead body he would now simply see Jack walking away from him so calmly and smoothly, and no matter how much Ianto ran and screamed, Jack would not stop leaving him. He would run and run and run as fast he could but it was like running through thick mud. Every dream ended in the same way, Jack turning around and pointing a gun straight at Ianto's head.

Ianto sat bolt upright screaming sweat dripping from his forehead he clutched the sheets around him right and let the scream die out to be replaced with sob's He buried his head in his pillow and cried silently. When he lifted his head he saw Jack, froze in the chair in the corner of the room looking intently at him.

Ianto squeezed his eyes shut and cried some more, it wouldn't be the first time Ianto had saw Jack when he wasn't really there, though it was never this real. He shook his head and buried himself deeper in the covers, then he felt a hand on his head. Stroking his hair gently.

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