morgia | you're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand part3 (Reply)

Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part 3/?
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...
Summary chapter: In which way Jack know what happens to Ianto
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

Prologue part one part two

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

Part three

Jack Harkness wakes up with a profound moan. He is lying on the cold ground, surrounded by the darkness. There is a brief clap of hands along side a man’s laugh and the lights suddenly illuminate the room.

“Well done! I’m impressed, that was a brilliant performance!” Yells a tall man in front of him.

The man wears classic black suit, like he is presiding over a ceremony, Ianto standing by his side, a smile across his face, no longer injured. All around them, toys are spread across the floor, as if they are in a spoilt child’s room. Jack turns his head to glance around, eyeing the wax dolls, olds puppets, automatic clowns and rag dolls that are everywhere, looking at him.

“Who are you?” Asks Jack in hoarse voice.

“I am the puppet master.” Answers the man smiling in all his prestige.

“No offense, but it sounds like nothing to be afraid of.” Replies Jack with amusement, trying to stand up, pain written across his face.

“Captain, my beautiful Ianto was right, you are truly amazing for your kind! Perfect” Answers the man with a cold glance before kissing Ianto so passionately.

The view of Ianto being kissed by this man gives Jack an unfamiliar feeling of nausea, an icy wave passing over him. He feels dirty, a mix of anger and sadness building insidiously inside him. This is a nightmare. I will wake up soon in Ianto’s arms; I will wake up soon, thinks Jack without really believing any of it.

“What have you done to him?! He’s not himself; the Ianto I know could never have done this to anyone, to his teammates.” Shouts Jack drily looking directly into Ianto’s cold and indifferent eyes.

“I gave him a choice. I spoke to his other side, the dark and powerful side that awoke at Canary Wharf, but which he refused to give life to. I have given him the right to live and a reason to be free.” Declares the man proudly, caresses Ianto’s face softly.

Then, in an instant the dolls, the puppets, all of the toys move slowly towards Ianto to be by his side, to almost cover him completely. Jack stares at the scene in horror, feeling the ground open under his feet, like he can’t breathe. He tries to scream his name, but just a primal groan escapes his lips. In the room, like thunder, the man’s laugh echoes everywhere.

12 hours before

“Ianto? Gwen? Where are you?!” Asks Jacks nervously into the comm. unit, running into the now dark alley.

Nobody answers him, a sudden and brutal panic sensation beginning to devour him inside. The door opens with a crash, as he enters the place without hesitation, knowing something is wrong. His team is in serious trouble.

“Jack, we put the weevils into the SUV, they will sleep for hours. Tosh and I are in the other side of the building. We will find them.” Says Owen with a trusting voice.

“Tosh, Owen, stick together, that’s an order. Never break communication. Be safe.” Orders Jack firmly.

As soon as he takes the next corridor, Ianto is standing in front him. His head is leaning forward, arms hanging at his side, face so pale.

“Ianto, are you all right? Where’s Gwen?” Asks Jack holding him tightly.

“It’s always her, it’s always been her. I’m a big idiot! I believed all your lies….. sir.” Whispers Ianto into Jack’s ear.

“What? What’s do you mean? What’s happening??” Asks Jack, so unsure about what is going on.

“Sir, I swear, a part of me loved you, but I killed it. I’m sorry Jack, the game…… it’s over.” Replies Ianto.

They face each other for a moment; their bodies close for a last dance, as if time has stopped. Tenderly, Ianto reaches up and kisses Jack’s lips, his hand caressing his neck.

“Jack, forgive me...” Begs Ianto as he knocks Jack’s head violently against the wall behind them.

Ianto Jones walks on through the corridors of this old and abandoned building. Behind him his lost lover lies motionless on the floor, but he doesn’t care anymore. A new desire burns inside him. Ianto wants to have fun and Gwen is the perfect victim.

12 hours after

“I don’t understand.... Why him?...” Asks Jack unable to tear his gaze from Ianto.

“Well, he was so young, so beautiful. I found so much anger, distress and suffering deep inside him, he was perfect. I just had to push him that little bit and he did the rest himself. Then, I saw you, felt you inside him. Oh, what a wonderful sensation...... and I saw her, Gwen, felt the jealousy.... it gave me all the power I needed! I knew that I had found new toys to play with! Captain, he did so well with her! And how he handled the others…..truly amazing!” Declares the man, eyes sparkling like a child.

“And why am I here?” Asks Jack, never breaking eye contact with Ianto who now looks at him with confused eyes.

“Why? Oh, captain, you are the most incredible doll I ever had! I have to repair all my other toys, but you, you are indestructible! All the games I can play thanks to you! So of course, I order my beautiful new toy to bring you here to me. ” Says the man with a joyous voice.

Beside the man, Ianto stands alone in the middle of the toys which begin to move in a sinister way around him. Something changes in his face, his smile falls. Increasingly, terror replaces the cold happiness he had before. His eyes locks onto Jack’s.

“Jack... Help me....” Squeals Ianto with a broken voice, like a lost boy, looking right into Jack’s eyes.

“No! You are my toy now, you will listen to me!” Shouts the man angrily.

From nowhere, children’s music plays out into the room, Ianto collapsing to the ground like a puppet that has had his strings cut. Jack’s scream break the air.

TBC

Part four