Now I'm back – no more selective writer's block! AT LAST! Anywho, enjoy =)

Chapter 8

There was a strange sound in his ears, it was muffled but he could hear it. It was like a distant whirring of machines, he'd heard that sound before – oh so long ago, it was hard for him to recall!

He was lying on a ground that was soft on his body, it was almost like a cushion. He sat up without opening his eyes in fear that he might not like where he was. He couldn't remember what had happened to bring him to wherever he was.

Taking a deep breath he used all his courage to look. He opened his eyes only to see a world, a place – it was another planet, it couldn't possibly be Earth. No that wasn't possible, was it? It was so bright and beautiful that Ianto felt almost plain compared to it. He'd never been a show-off when it came to his looks but he did acknowledge that other's seemed entranced by his cheek bones, his ivory skin, his piercing blue eyes.

But seeing this place he truly felt plain, it was beautiful. Trees with shining, reflective, silver leaves. Mountains that seemed to glisten and shine in the light of the second sun from the south and the other sun high above him in the north. Deep, luscious red grass, that looked as though ground-up ruby's had been scattered over it. And a city, a beautiful city that drew away whatever breath he had.

The city, he reasoned, was the home a very powerful race. No primitive mind could have conceived building such a beautiful city because if they'd got it wrong it's perfectly cast image would've been thrown.

He was staring at the city of a race all but extinct, their last survivor his supposed enemy. How was he to know that the world he was standing upon was now dust, it's people locked away – dead in a Time Lock. He didn't know that he was only seeing remnants of that beautifully captivating planet.

Deciding he had enough strength to stand, he rose up and turned around in a slow circle; drinking in his surroundings. It wasn't everyday you got to see an alien planet – or the memory of one anyway. Wondering what he was meant to do and how he got there, he set upon a course of action;

Find out where the hell he was – that'd help a lot!

Don't go running about screaming, that might attract the wrong kind of attention – which was all he needed.

Find out if the natives spoke English – or Welsh – he didn't know which language was more common. English he supposed – bloody English gits, always saying English was the right language!

Try to find a way home. He might be intrigued by the planet and its beauty, but he longed for his dreary and wet Cardiff. For his very homely Earth.

The list would probably get longer at some point, his lists always got longer – a nasty side-effect of being Jack's lover, the Teaboy, the cleaner, archivist and well, everything else! He'd really have to cut down on the numbers in his lists – maybe limit them to 40 or 50 perhaps?

A shouting plea for help sounded about 100 yards away from him to his right, in some thick bushes. Without stopping to consider the possibility that it may be a trap he shot off towards the plea. Within a few seconds he'd reached the bushes, and there not 10 feet from him was a man – an old man and a blue-box. Sucking in a breath he recognised the box – the TARDIS, the Doctor's time machine. He watched as the man (the Doctor) rushed into the blue Police Box and he continued to watch as it began to de-materialise, it felt to him as though the air was pulsating with the synthesized-melody.

And then as he stood staring at the now empty space the whirring filled his entire being. It was incessant and so he could do nothing as he collapsed and all went black. Then, it all came back!

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"Oh God! Owen! I think he's coming back!" A frantic voice called out above him somewhere, he didn't really know. His mind was hazy, as though it was full of cotton-wool or fluffy white rabbits that were eating his brain cells as though they were carrots. He really couldn't tell if there really were rabbits in there or just copious amounts of cotton-wool; not that it mattered much, the effect was pretty much the same. "Oh God, Ianto please! Don't you dare leave me here! This world would become empty without you! Please Yan... fight it!"

'I know that voice. I want to see you, I want to hold you' He tried to move but felt numb, he couldn't feel. His limbs wouldn't respond no matter how hard he tried to make them. He tried to open his eyes and found they responded to his prompts; if somewhat sluggishly.

Slowly the world around him started to appear, he could see colour and shapes and movement. He saw a face in his field of vision and immediately focused on it. Slowly but surely it came into focus until Ianto could see the beautifully tanned complexion and piercingly blue eyes of his, obviously worried lover. Automatically Ianto felt his lips smile – although it may have been more of a grimace, but the effect was still the same – Jack smiled back at him and whispered softly, "I was afraid I lost you..."

Still smiling at Jack Ianto failed to notice Owen lightly gripping his right arm and injecting him with a large dose of sedatives, his body was so numb already that he highly doubted he needed them.

"I'll see you when you wake up Yan..." Was the last thing Ianto heard as his eyes slid shut and sleep over took him, this time into a dreamless sleep.

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Hmmm... Ianto sees Gallifrey.... now, why on Earth would a Teaboy like Ianto see Gallifrey? I'm not going to tell you yet! See, I'm so evil!!