Author's Note: I have no idea why I'm posting this lol. I'm really not sure where this is going... I just needed to get something off my chest. Feedback of any kind on this is enormously appreciated. Please? I'm begging? If it helps any the next chapter is going to be pure Janto slash, smut and fluff. If I ever get it written :-/

Oh, just so you know – anything in italics is a memory and normal text is the present. It should be pretty clear...

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Chapter 3

Jack closed and locked the flimsy door of his motel room. He turned to his... guest and put on his best bedside manner. "So, where do you want me?"

Cozail looked vaguely uncomfortable, she had to bend what ever passed for knees with her species to fit in Jack's tiny room, and her deep eyes were flickering nervously. "Where ever you would be most comfortable, Jack. The process of joining can sometimes be... rough."

"What do you mean by rough?" Jack was starting to become distinctly uneasy and wondered what he'd gotten himself into.

"It does not hurt, if that is what you are afraid of." Cozail turned to look at him and almost immediately looked away. "During a joining your body often becomes... caught up in the remembering and responds accordingly. It is nothing to be afraid of and lying down would be for your own safety as well as your comfort."

Well, that was interesting to say the least. He didn't like the sound of being caught up in remembering, many of his memories were violent and if he were to hurt-

"You will not harm me." Cozail assured him. Damn telepaths. "Now please, lie on the bed."

With one last wary look Jack edged over the bed and lay down. He could do this. It would be no different from the dozens of times he'd been here before with other customers. He could do this.

"Close your eyes and try to relax." Jack watched nervously as Cozail found the only chair in the room and dragged to the side of the bed. He tried to do as she said, using techniques learned centuries in the future to calm himself. After a few moments he heard a soft voice, "Good. Now, I am going to touch you. It is nothing to be afraid of. It is necessary for the joining."

Jack felt something warm brush gently across his face, coming to rest on his temples. For a moment he was struck by how in-human the touch was, but that thought soon disappeared as Jack felt himself slipping deeper into his own mind.

"If I can't kill you I can contain you." And he was being covered in cold, slimy concrete...

Four heads turning to stare at him, astonishment writ plain on their faces. "Hey kids..."

"Ahh, here we go again." Arms wide, bullets tearing flesh...

A young girl with black hair bouncing on his chest on Christmas morning – Alice. She'd been so excited that morning...

Gut wrenching movement, reassembling amidst brick buildings and cobblestones...

"Ahhhhh!" Waking on the cold floor, surrounded by dust...

A mess of cables and a voice with a northern accent, "Buy me a drink first." The Doctor, they'd never gotten that drink...

"What do you mean 'time loop?'" A voice shouted, "I don't want to be stuck with you!" It hadn't taken long for the shouting to stop and the sex to begin...

"Grey? Grey!" Sand shifting under his feet as panic welled in his chest...

Suddenly, something stopped the flow of images. "No, that is not it. Tell me more."

"It's happening again! The children!"

"1965. I gave them twelve children."

"They want more children."

"We want ten percent."

The memories came faster. So fast images could not form and he only heard them. The voices stopped and another spoke. "Tell me why are you so sad."

Jack felt his breathing hitch, he didn't want to go there. But he felt an implacable force moving him towards those memories and he had no choice.

"Too late. I breathe the air." His voice was flat, dull, already lifeless.

"I love you." He was crying now.

"Don't." Jack's own voice wavered.

"It was good, yeah?" His tears stopped his throat more effectively than any virus ever could. "You'll forget me."

"Never could." Jack fought his body, forcing the words past the lump in his throat.

"Thousand years time... you won't remember me." The tears - not the virus - were winning now.

"Yes, I will. I promise. I will." There was more than just a lump in the way and Jack could barely talk. "Ianto. Ianto? Don't go. Don't leave me please. Please don't..."

"Yes." The voice was back again, chasing the memories away. "Why was this special?"

Jack was sobbing as he was relentlessly dragged further back in his mind. Past the mind numbing block of seven months ago and into a time that was so fleeting...