This was really hard for me to right, took me the longest out of all them, I like a challenge but I don't think I'll be righting from Jack's point of view anytime soon.

CHAPTER 3

JACKS POV

Jack walked up to his favorite Welshmans flat and stopped just outside the door. He lifted his hand slowly to knock. He sighed, and just pushed the door open. He peeked his head round and saw that no one was in the living area, he checked his watch and realized that Ianto would probably be in bed. He looked around the flat and choked on his breath. He couldn't quite believe it. There were clothes all over the floor, empty bottles and pizza boxes scattered all around the place. Granted, it was probably still tidier than most singletons flats, but for the OCD Ianto it was god damned awful . Jack silently hoped Ianto was doing okay...he was supposed to come back just a few minutes after he left, but the doctor was never good with time. He chuckled, a time lord who's not good with time. Oh the irony.

If the American was being honest with himself, which he hardly ever was, he missed Ianto. Really missed him. In the year that never was he was killed and dragged back to life so many times, he saw his friends hurt and the only thing that kept him fighting was that he needed to get home to his welsh tea boy. He would think about him everyday, on the brink of death what kept him sane was Ianto's face. He would close his eyes shut as tight as possible and think about being with Ianto, he could almost smell the coffee and his shampoo. Almost feel the soft skin of his hands stroking his face, or taste him on his lips. Then the only thing that kept him fighting through the dark when he really thought he could die was the thought of Ianto all alone. Or worse, the thought of him moving on to someone else. Or even worse than that, getting himself hurt without Jack being able to do anything about it.

Jack slowly walked around the flat picking up Ianto's clothes as he went. He grabbed Ianto's shirt and pulled it to his face expecting to be overwhelmed with the familiar sent of his lover, but instead he was hit hard with the stench of strong alcohol. He looked around and now he really noticed how many empty glass bottles were lying around the place. He sighed and set the clothes he found neatly on the sofa whilst on his way to Ianto's bedroom. He slowly pushed open the door and released a breath he didn't know he was holding, Ianto was safe lying in bed. He walked over to the arm chair in the corner of the room and sat him self down and simply watched Ianto sleep for a little bit, not wanting to wake him up just yet. He silently wondered how his lover would react to his arrival. He hoped he wouldn't be too mad with him, he just needed to hold Ianto.

Then Ianto started to stir and fidget...Jack knew what this meant They were the tell tale signs that his Ianto was having a bad dream. He didn't move a muscle, just watched him hoping that it would pass, but it only got worse. Ianto started to move around more tossing and turning mumbling things to him self that Jack couldn't make out.

A few minutes later Ianto sat bolt upright and started to scream, Jack was simply stuck to his seat. He wanted nothing more than to run to Ianto and comfort him and get him to tell him what had upset and scared him so much, but he physically couldn't move. For a moment he thought that Ianto had saw him, he was looking right at him actually, but he just collapsed into his bed and started to sob.

Jack had his pain in his chest that he hadn't felt for a long time. It was then that he realized that Ianto had managed to slip straight into Jack's heart no matter how many barriers he'd put up around it. He stood up slowly and made his way to the bed. His lover was buried under all of the covers his whole body shaking in time with his sobs Jack felt his eyes tingle with tears and he was surprised he hadn't joined Ianto in the bed sobbing, but he knew Ianto needed him right now. He was distraught.

Jack slowly placed a hand on Ianto head and started to stoke his hair calmly he couldn't put into words how good it felt to touch him again, to feel his hair through his fingers. A tear trickled slowly down his cheek, then Ianto froze under his touch. He held his breath not being able to predict what would happen next.

That's when a fist was lunged straight into Jacks face and he fell straight to the floor.

Next chapter very soon! As always, reviews are appreciated alot!