It was nearly eleven when Jack woke up again. He'd fallen asleep at noon. He turned his eyes upward and wasn't shocked in the least when he discovered that Ianto was his pillow. Ianto was still wide awake and reading a book, holding it in his left hand and absentmindedly storking Jack's hair with his right.

Jack wasn't bothered in the least and he was comfotable and warm underneath a big fluffy blanket so he closed his eyes and pretended he was still sleeping.

"Sleep well cariad," Ianto asked without looking away from his book.

Jack rolled so that he was lying on his back and looking at Ianto's face, he released a huge yawn before he pouted, "How did you know?"

"I always know, just like you always know with me. And judging by the look on your face you think that I'm going to make you get up even though you're incredibly comfortable and you don't want to."

Jack just smiled up at him with eyes that said, you're my everything, "I love you Ianto Jones. God I love you."

"I know you do cariad. I love you too." Jack's stomach rumbled loudly. "Okay, now I'm making you get up."

They stood up together and Jack spun around, kissing Ianto with a passion that hardly anybody ever sees. "No amount of time with you will be enough Ianto," he whispered.

Ianto kissed Jack softly on the cheek and stated plainly, "Let's start with forever then."

When I awoke she was there again, sitting in a chair just out of my reach.

"You've been awfully good Abigail. And good girls get rewarded." Her raven black hair fell to her shoulders, large curls swaying slightly as she sat. Her eyes were red, pupils no bigger than a pencil's eraser, thick bangs covered her forehead. She stood, a black lace dress swishing around her at the slightest of movements. The woman looked to be in her late twenties.

Kneeling in front of my she glared before hissing in my ear, "If you move without my permission, you'll wish you were never born."

I heard a retching sound and she spit a key into her hand, completly dry. Running her fingers over the cuffs on my ankles and wrists a key hole slid open that hadn't been there before. She slid the key into each lock, and I was free.

Moving back to the center of the room siletly she pulcked a pocket watch from between her breasts. "Right on schedule then. Abigail, we are going to fight. If you win, you leave, comepletly free. If not, I get to do whatever I please with you. Go."

My reaction was slightly delayed and it was a full fifteen seconds before I moved, all of my weight on my right leg. By this time she was already in the far corner and as I swung out to hit her, she wasn't there.

In her place was Ben. Ben was like my older brother when I was little, I met him in the system when I was six, he was sixteen at the time. He died a year later in a car crash.

He smiled at me, a warm smile, a welcoming one, "Hey short stop, you grew since I saw you last.

Ben! Ben was back! I reached out to touch him, hold his hand, anything! But I was met with smoke.

The woman in lace was in the opposite corner. "Come and get me Abigail."

I rushed at her, giving her a swift punch to the stomach. She groaned and I moved to hit her again, and was met with empty air.

"Princess pea, come here baby, come to Mama," my mother was standing in the corner diagonally across from me, arms wide open.

I sprinted, to the best of my ability into her open arms, her chesnut brown hair cascadng over my shoulders, my head in the crook of her neck, clinging to her desprately. Suddenly, my fingers could no longer feel the soft material of my mother's blouse. That feeling was replaced with rough, black, lace.

Before I could react she delivered a swift kick to my left ankle, bringing me to the ground with a shriek of pain. She landed on top of me and raked her long nails down the side of my face, blood pouring out of the wounds instantly. Straddling my stomch to keep me pinned to th e floor she was relentless. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! P-PLEASE, H-HELP M-ME!"

I screamed until my voice was hoarse and blood was pouring into my eyes so I couldn't see.

Finally, she stood, shoving me to the side with a quick kick to the ribs, I whimpered. "You're mine now, Abigail," she hissed. She crushed the lightbulb with her bare hand, extinguishing all light, before leaving the room.

"Help me," I whispered before everything went black.