So here we go again. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with this story. I was re-reading it just now and you can really tell it was my first story on . The layout is awful aha. Ok so here is Chapter 12. Enjoy!
The realisation hit Jack like a ton of bricks. He physically could not continue this relationship. He'd always known it in his head, but now it was painfully and obviously clear. Here he was, fretting over Ianto. He wasn't dead, he wasn't even unconscious and yet Jack couldn't control the raw anxiety cascading through his body. He, Jack, couldn't die. But Ianto could. Ianto could get hurt in any situation, any day. How would Jack be able to handle it?
When the question met no answer, he realised the Conscienzo alien had gone dormant again. He sighed. A weary sigh that represented every emotion he'd every felt, every loss he'd ever experienced and just how very lonely he was. Lonely but not alone. Ianto had said that to him earlier that year, before they'd started hooking up. In fact, today was the only day he'd felt lonely since the start of his relationship with Ianto.
Surely it's better to love and lose…than to never love at all? That's the sort of thing Tosh would come out with. Ianto obviously wasn't handling the break-up well. Was he being selfish? Maybe. Then the answer faced him: you're losing him now anyway. You're not just going to fall magically out of love with him; his death will still hurt, regardless.
But maybe I could get over him before that happened. He countered. Now that certainly was selfish. He pulled up outside the bar and stepped out. That didn't matter right now. All that mattered was making sure Ianto was ok.
Tosh's phone buzzed on the table. "Hello?" she answered.
"T-osh…" came the static reply of Gwen on the phone.
"Gwen? What's wrong?"
"Somethi-….not right…danger…trap…AHHHHHHHH!" The line went dead.
"Gwen! GWEN?" Tosh yelled down the phone. Ianto looked at her wide-eyed. "Where was she?"
Tosh hastily pulled out her tracking device. She looked to Ianto "Back at the bar."
They both shot from the table and out of the restaurant and down the street.
'Why is the bar closed?' Jack thought 'It's still relatively early.' The bar was absolutely deserted and in darkness. Jack reached for the light switch. Nothing. He took out his torch. "Hello?" he called. No response. "Ominous." He voiced aloud and made his way into the back rooms.
"Hello Sven." A voice sounded from the darkness. Jack felt the contact of a large, blunt object with his skull, before falling unconscious.