morgia | You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand part 4

Title: You're falling Ianto Jones, take my hand - Part 4/5 +Epilogue
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: The puppet master wants to play a new game…
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 part three

You’re falling Ianto Jones, take my hand

Part four

A woman lies in a white bed. Beside her a man holds her hand softly, whispering soft words into her ear. He smiles to stop himself falling apart, his lover lying there in front of him, hovering between life and death.

“I don’t understand what happened…I will kill him. Ianto Jones is a dead man… I swear…” Declares Rhys angrily.

“Don’t Rhys, he wasn’t himself, and he wasn’t our Ianto. Something happened….I know him, he could never hurt his friends....” Says Tosh nervously, tears stinging in her eyes.

“Tell me what happened…I want to know what he did to her. Where was the famous captain Jack Harkness? Why he didn’t protect her? Why didn’t he save her?” Asks Rhys with a cold voice, looking at them furiously.

“We were weevil hunting. Gwen and Ianto were together inside an abandoned building. It was just an ordinary day. Then, Ianto asks for help, he said they were in danger. Jack was the first to go. I swear Rhys, Ianto isn’t himself, when Tosh and I found them; he shoved Tosh aside and tried to strangle me. He kidnapped Gwen and for hours we didn’t know where they were.” Says Owen without a looking at Rhys.

“But he tortured her, he shot her! How could he do that? She suffered for hours; I bet she begged him to stop, for it all to stop. My strong and beautiful Gwen crying alone with that monster…” Murmurs Rhys in anger.

In an instant Rhys stands up and pushes Owen to the wall beside them, his hands on his shoulders pushing him against the plaster.

“How could he do that? How could you let him do that?” Shouts Rhys into Owen’s face.

A hand rests on his shoulder, eyes looking softly at him. Then, he relaxes, Toshiko comforting him just by her definitive calm. He knows deep down inside, that they had done everything they could to save their teammate. His lover is safe in this hospital room. He’s with her, and everything will be all right. He will protect her. But, if only a part of the Torchwood team is secure now, somewhere in Cardiff another deadly game is just beginning.

Ianto’s body lies on the ground like dislocated puppet. Jack is by his side, fixed into a static position, standing as still as a statue. They are on a stage in an old and empty theater. Slowly the curtains go up, and the show can finally begin. Ianto’s eyes open, he stands up, but his body is leaning forward. With a series of jerky movements he stands completely. His visage is painted in white with red circles on the cheeks, exactly like an old wax doll, a fake smile smeared across the pale skin. Suddenly, a waltz melody plays out into the air. Ianto walks roughly forward to Jack and pulls him into an insane dance. Two bodies dance around on the stage, following the music’s cadence perfectly.

“Bravo! You are fabulous! Do you appreciate my new game Captain Jack Harkness?” Asks a loud voice in the parterre.

“Please Ianto, come back for me, stop…..” Pleads Jack to the impassive face of his lover.

“Oh, captain, you are so funny! Do you think that this is a fairy tale? He’s my toy now, not yours anymore!” Shouts the voice again.

The music plays faster, the dancers moving around more rapidly like leaves in the fierce wind.

“Ianto….” Whispers Jack.

A hysteric laugh resonates around the place and the music ends. The dancers stop moving, freezing in their tracks.

“Do you want to play captain?” Asks the man happily.

In Ianto’s hand a gun suddenly appears. Swiftly, his arm raises and points the gun at Jack. The man claps his hands in pleasure, a splendid smile spreading across his face as he anticipates the shot. But something is wrong, Ianto hesitates, the shot doesn’t sound.

“Do it my beautiful! Kill him!” Orders the man joyfully.

But Ianto doesn’t move, no emotion visible on his face. In an old and empty theater three men stand in the middle of a stage. Only one holds a gun.

Part five
TBC
Note 2: Ok, this series is complete now. I had so much fun to write this and thank you very much for all the great comments you wrote. I have to return to work very soon with my real littles monsters (yup, working with teens.....) I hope you will enjoy the rest like you enjoyed the beginning.