morgia | You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand

Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, takes my hand - Part 1 (1/?)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, dark, angst
Spoilers: not really, somewhere in season 2
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 talented, just_being_me08

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

Prologue

Part one

His breath, hot and dry, his lungs unable to take anymore. His heart beat drumming in his ears, a deep panic that keeps him on the edge. It can’t be, no, it’s impossible. He runs in the simple hope that it might all be a trick. He hears the foot steps of his team following him, but they sound so far away. Nothing seems to be real, he can’t believe anything anymore. The doors open with a loud crash, he climbs the stairs like a beast who know its trap, enters the dark room and sees. The body lying there, in the middle of the room. His hand touches her face, it’s so cold, his mouth caresses her lips, it’s all so wrong. Something breaks inside him, suddenly he feels so empty. Gwen Cooper is dead.

“What’s wrong sir? She lies there alone, just for you. Is that not what you wanted?” Says a voice behind him.

“Ianto......what have you done?” Jack asks, the broken anger so clear in his voice.

“I don’t know. I played with her and a moment later she cracked. She was not so strong after all.” Ianto replies with a grin.

“Gwen, wake up please. Don’t leave us, don’t leave me...” Whispers Jack like a prayer, cradling her body in his arms.

“You are pathetic. You disgust me.” Says the other man coldly.

Suddenly, Ianto feels like a wall has fallen on him, he can’t breathe anymore, the pain…it’s everywhere. Jack, his boss, his friend, his lover hits him furiously, makes him scream, puts him to hell. Through the beating, an irrational laugh builds inside him like a fire ball and explodes from his mouth. Hearing Ianto’s laugh stirs up Jack’s anger, the older man punching him harder and harder. Blood is everywhere, on both their faces, on Jack’s hands, on the ground. The only noise that resonates through the room is Jack’s fist as it pounds into Ianto’s body; an eerie, repetitive sound.

“Jack….. stop!” A voice shouts from somewhere behind them.

The surprise paralyses Jack’s movements for a second, leaving Ianto to free himself and run away. He doesn’t look back, he knows Jack will follow him and it’s exactly what he has wanted.

Somewhere in Cardiff, behind the dark alleys, inside a ruined building, trapped in a small and dirty room a woman lies there with the dead kissing at her lips. A hand caresses her hair whilst others hands tries to stop the haemorrhaging.

“Owen…… is she dead?” Questions a soft voice nervously.

TBC
Part two