You're fallling Ianto Jones, take my hand part 2

Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand - Part  2/?
Pairing: Jack/Ianto 
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: not really, somewhere in season 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Summary: Torchwood always save the day, but maybe not this times...
Notes:  Ok, this is not a christmas tales, this prompt didn't want to leave me alone, so I wrote it.And no I'm not insane, I'm only a teach.
Beta: the fabulous, brilliant, amazing and so talentedjust_being_me08
 

  

 

You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand...

Part two

Ianto Jones runs, for his life, for the redemption he knows he never will have. The pain is everywhere, like his body is an open wound. He can feel his pursuer’s warm and halting breath bruise the back of his neck, Jack Harkness will catch him. Ianto knows that he wants to stop him, to hurt him, to kill him. So he runs as fast as he can, he doesn’t want to die. He has to reach this building, this door in front of him, just a few meters more and he will be safe.  But at the very moment the door opens, strong hands grab his shoulders and push him brutally to the ground. Two bodies roll over, locked in a macabre dance.

“Why?” Jack whispers, his fingers creeping nervously around Ianto’s neck.

“Oh captain, my captain, you don’t love me anymore?” Replies Ianto, a thick amusement within his voice.

“Ianto please, don’t make me hate you... Don’t make me kill you...” Jack asks, clutching at Ianto’s hair as he knocks his head violently against the floor.

The pain, it’s everywhere, like his body is an open wound. Ianto Jones is dying, his boss, his friend, his lover, murdering him.

 

12 hours before

“No, it wasn’t like that. I knew it was an alien!” Owen tries to explain.

“Oh, of course Owen, we believe you. What we don’t understand is why you asked it for a drink after work.” Gwen says with a smile, standing by his side.

“It’s was just for the investigation, I’m a professional.” Replies Owen seriously.

“Is that why I have to call you almost every morning to be sure you’re awake?” Asks Toshiko without looking at him, concentrating hard on her computer screen within SUV’s bonnet.

“Yup, your professionalism takes my breath away.” Says Ianto calmly, Gwen’s laugh explode in the air.  

“Ok kids, fun’s over. We have weevils to catch. Tosh, How many are they?” Jack asks firmly, interrupting their banter.

“Two in this alley and one in the building.” Answers Toshiko looking right into Jack’s eyes.

“Gwen, Ianto you take the building. Stick together, alright? Tosh and Owen, you’re with me.” Jack orders striding off towards the alley.

Gwen and Ianto looks each other for a moment, before nodding and moving to open the dirty building’s doors. It’s a vast and abandoned edifice, an old shopping center. Boxes, cases, disparate furniture are all over the place, a lurid dust covering everything. A feeble late sun’s light crosses over the broken windows.

“Creepy...” Says Ianto with a slight smile.

“Brrr, I hate this kind of place, it’s always scares me like I’m a little girl again.” Replies Gwen taking a torch light and her gun.

“Don’t worry, I’m here with you.” Assures Ianto, as his fingers tighten around his gun.

“I know you will always protect me.” Says Gwen with a smile in her voice.

“I try my best.” Replies Ianto seriously.

All of a sudden, a growling pierces the air and Gwen runs quickly to where the noise is coming from. Ianto, at first, doesn’t realise that Gwen is not at his side anymore. He shouts her name trying to stop her, but she’s so far away that he isn’t capable of catching her. A gunshot and a human scream comes from somewhere and his heart beat stops for a moment. Please, no, not Gwen, he thinks to himself nervously.

“Sir, we have trouble here.” Says Ianto with a grave voice into his comm. unit, running down the corridor.

“What’s happening? Where are you? Where’s Gwen?” Jack asks frantically, trying to restrict the panic in his voice.

“I... I was with her….. but then we heard a growl and she ran. I’m sorry sir, I lost her...” Confesses Ianto gravely.

“Ianto, where are you exactly? I’m coming.” Says Jack.

Ianto looks around him, he doesn’t know where he is. The walls are different, no dust cover the ground, children’s music playing softly in the air. He is in an empty room. Then, he hears a giggle, before a pain pierces his head and he collapse to the ground.

“Ianto? Ianto?! Where are you? Gwen?! Can you hear me?!” Shouts Jack’s voice, but there is no one to answer him.

 

 12 hours after

Ianto head knocks violently against the concrete floor. The pain is everywhere. He’s exactly where he wanted to be. After all, he’s won.

“Jack, I’m sorry...” Whispers Ianto.

For a moment, a simple second, Jack sees real love in Ianto’s eyes. Then, a gunshot explodes, the world topples over and he’s falling through the darkness. Jack Harkness is dead.

TBC

Note:
English its not my first language, its very hard for me to write this but its really fun too, its a good style exercice for the writer in me.  Without my fabulous beta, I'm not sure this will be good, so thanks Si. Comments are always welcome and appreciated, if you like or dislike please take the times to explain why, it is possible. Have good times everyones and Joyeux temps des fêtes.
 
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Dedicate to a fabulous and so talented young woman, Sian.  She's a good friend now and its her birthay today !!!!