Chap 33
Ianto was standing at the French doors, looking out into the moonlit garden.
Myfanwy whimpered softly as she kept guard, leaning against him like a blockade of fluffy love between him and the glass.
He could see the leaves dancing around on the grass as the wind picked up.
He could hear the clock ticking behind him.
That time between midnight and one when the world is in flux.
Ianto detected movement out the corner of his eye and he looked at the glass, mirroring the interior of the home.
She stood so close, she could have touched him.
Ianto.
His mouth was dry and he couldn't feel his limbs as he stared at his mother's reflection.
He might have thought it Victoria but for the slippers. Those fucking slippers.
Ianto.
The air was heavy and he couldn't breathe as he looked back through the reflective glass. Those dead eyes, rolled back in her once beautiful face. Her tongue swollen as it protruded from her gaping mouth.
Ianto.
"Mama" he whispered.
"Ianto" Jack tried to wake him again, woken when he felt the bed move Jack now watched his beloved sleepwalking again.
"Ianto" he reached out and touched his cheek.
Ianto screamed.
Jack engulfed him in his embrace, talking softly as his husband struggled and cried out with terror.
Victoria flew from her bedroom, struggling into her silk robe as she tried to see what was going on. She watched awareness flood through Ianto's face as he tried to struggle from the hug.
"Ianto," Jack whispered, "It's OK. You were dreaming baby."
"Mama" Ianto whispered to the dark, waiting just beyond the glass.
The clock behind him ticked over, chimed one.
Bewitching hour was done.