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[jacky]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Drums.....

That's what Jack heard all night. Drums...The constant tapping of harsh drumsticks, swung by deft hands on the thick skin of the drum head. The sound, never ending. Never stopping. It didn't cease all through the night. It didn't matter that there was no picture with the nightmare. No video to the song that played in his tired head. No...What mattered was that it was the drums that kept him trapped in his horrible nightmare. A nightmare that Jack hadn't had in a long time. The sound driving driving him insane in his sub-conscious even though he was a sleep. Finally after a while John came to.....

He awoke with a start. Almost as if he had just recovered from dying. He had jerked awake, his body almost convulsing and he let out a sharp gasp. His heart was pounding, racing against his rib-cage as he tried to steady his breath. He sat up sharply in a ninety degree angle. His shaking hands grasping at the covers. His nails dug into the dark blue bedsheets, sweat beading down his forehead. His eyes opened and closed as he finally evened out his breathing and he took a deep breath. It was just a dream nothing more. No other reason for the crazy sounds that still thundered in his head. A dream. From the memories that flooded him from World War Two. That had not been a pleasant experience for Jack. He had died several times in the war. Coming back each time of course. But even worse then that, he had seen countless people die. Hundreds of solders and tons of friends dying, horrible,gruesome deaths at the hands of angry blood thirsty enemies. He shook his head,trying to clear away the thoughts. That had been a long time ago and he didn't want to even think about it.

Jack let his head fall back against the covers and he let out a deep breath of air. His head felt good against the softness of the pillow. It calmed him down and pretty soon his mind was off of the subject already. Instead his mind started to drift to other things. He began to wonder what time it was. His head turned and his blue eyes gazed at the clock over on the wall. Ugh, it was already Nine O'Clock? Wow, he hadn't slept that late for a while now. But then again he had been barely sleeping the past few weeks. Jack rarely slept. Sometimes if he was really tired then he might take a nap in his office. But other then that he had rarely used the little sleeping space he had. Unless of course he was using it for other things. Such as the night's when he had Ianto staying overtime. Night's like that made him happy that he barely used this room. Because if he had used this room a lot then Jack knew it would probably be a mess.Jack was not a very neat person. And when left to his devices for to long the immortal could leave a room looking like a horrible mess.

Jack threw back his covers and felt the cool air assault his skin. It was refreshing against the thin sheen of sweat that he had over his body and it cooled him off considerably. The immortal swung his legs over the edge of the small bed and ran his hands through his dark hair. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and he figured he should throw on some sweats and a t-shirt or something before he headed down for the showers. He had a feeling that someone was already in the HUB and he wanted to be at least semi-decent if he got caught on his way down there. He stood up and opened the dresser drawer. Digging out a white t-shirt and a light blue button down shirt. He also grabbed a pair of black suspender slacks and set them on the bed, before he pulled on a pair of Grey sweats.

Jack grabbed the pile of cloths and walked over to the little ladder. He threw open the small little hatch and climbed up and out. He looked through the window of his office and didn't notice anyone there yet so he walked down the little metal runway and through the long hallway, leading further underground, to go to the showers......

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[indiansfan01]

Ianto would have thought that after all of these years working at Torchwood he would have been able to handle just about anything that ever came his way. He used to naively believe that if you've seen one alien, you've seen them all. He used to believe that he could have a somewhat normal existence. But things had almost immediately gone spiraling downhill for him. It had been wonderful working at Torchwood One with Lisa...until they had decided she should be one of the employees to be converted into a Cyberman. But, even after the battle, he had thought that he could still have a life with her.

Things, of course, hadn't worked out in his favor at all. He had had to watch Lisa--well, Lisa in a pizza delivery girl's body--get shot right in front of his eyes by his friends. He had taken his four weeks off to try to put everything into perspective. There had been nothing else Jack could have done. She had to die. It was as simple as that, and Ianto knew it deep down inside. But that didn't make it any easier to deal with, especially since he could very vaguely remember Jack's lips touching his own that day; he could remember waking up to Jack cradling his body.

And then things had just...happened. Pretty soon, Ianto found himself working 'overtime.' He didn't know how it had happened but sometimes it was best not to question some things. It was never going to be perfect. Every time Ianto stepped into the building, he was going to remember her but he could make it work. He couldn't let the past haunt him.

But that little mantra was easier said than done. It wasn't that easy to keep work at work, instead of bringing it home every night. He had arrived at home early in the night, after making sure that Jack didn't have any other things he could take care of, of course. He had enjoyed a small meal before slipping out of his suit and trading it for his sleeping outfit: his boxers and a white t-shirt. It hadn't taken him a very long time to fall asleep, and, as far as Ianto remembered, most of the night passed in a dreamless sleep.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he started to see her...Lisa as she had been before the transformation process began. She had been so beautiful, even when she was half robot. The dream was always the same. He would take Lisa out to a park. They would briefly laugh at the plenty of inside jokes they had once shared with each other. They would talk about how they were both happy with their decision to get 'normal' jobs, and then Ianto would get down on one knee and propose to her. And Ianto had no doubt in his mind that he would have proposed to her just like that, if things had worked out in his favor. This dream was worse than any nightmare he had ever had about the day of her death.

Ianto opened up his eyes as the first rays of sunlight came creeping into his bedroom. He wasn't surprised when he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped them away with his hand and looked at the time. He glanced at his clock. Nobody would be at work for another couple of hours at least. Jack would probably be up by now but Jack was usually the last person he wanted to see after he had that particular dream. Nonetheless, Ianto rolled out of bed and took a quick shower, getting dressed into one of his many suits.

It was no more than twenty minutes between Ianto getting dressed and arriving at Torchwood. He made his way down into the HUB but all was surprisingly quiet still. Ianto made a quick mental run through of things that needed to be done today but quickly came to the rather unsatisfying conclusion that there wasn't much he could do right now. He supposed that standing around here doing nothing was not how he wanted Jack to first see him this morning; he didn't want Jack to come to any wrong conclusions.

Ianto finally decided that he could intercept Jack somewhere...Surprise him. Maybe starting off his day that way would make him forget all about that dream. So, where was Jack going to head to first? The showers, of course. Ianto quickly made his way over to them and hid just inside the entrance. It wasn't long before he hard footsteps. He waited until, judging by how loud they were, Jack was only a few feet away and then stepped out hiding place with a not as enthusiastic as it could have been, "Surprise, Jack!"

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[mdowenharper]

Owen had finished his report and signed out early at Torchwood last night. Yesterday he had a dream of losing Diane Holmes again. He did not want to work that day. He showed up to do a late report. He had decided he take a day off from work. He wrote ‘Report done. Day off. Don’t call. Owen’ and placed it on his computer. It was not his day off but Owen decided to make it.

The night after work he had drunk from the bottle. He was no mood to hit the bars. The big crowds just made him feel more alone. He had his voice mail. ‘This is Owen Harper…he left the planet.’


Morning time, Owen felt drums banging in his head. It was the deafening sound from a deep hangover. He pulled his cover over his head. Moaning under his breath, he drifted in his sleep. He wanted to do nothing. He was broken man. He made a fool by falling in love with an adventurous 1950 chick. How he hated himself? Never again, never he preferred to bite a bullet. So, he went back to a deep sleep.

[jacky]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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The water was refreshing against Jack's skin. It was almost like holy water. Cleansing him. Washing away all the dirt of his past and the thoughts that burned ever so darkly in the depths of his mind. Leaving only those good memories. And the good feelings that he wanted to have. The feelings that made him smile when he thought back on his life. Non of the dark feelings or thoughts that made him feel so guilty. Not the kind of memories that made him ashamed of who he was sometimes and caused him to lie about who he was and what he had done. Jack had so many secrets that he had to hold in. Things that he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and tell the world.

For instance. How he had felt about killing Lisa. He knew that it was wrong. Wrong of him to feel so indifferent about something like that. How could a man who claimed to be so understanding and compassionate ever do something so cold hearted? Without a second thought? Jack really couldn't explain it. In reality Jack figured it was because to him Lisa had already been dead. And that she should stay that way. Not roaming around as a threat to everyone else. After all Cyber-men or cyber-women in her case were dangerous and killed without thinking. He had thought that he had been doing the right thing in killing her. After all Ianto couldn't do it. And that was something else. Something that burned in the back of his mind like a light bulb.

Maybe he was jealous. Jealous that Lisa seemed to have Ianto wrapped around her cyber-netic finger and Jack was nothing but a background prop at the time. Something about Ianto made Jack's heart stop and his breathing labored. It made him want to give up the world just to hold him. After all sparks flew the first time they had met. At least for Jack.

It was when they were catching the pterodactyl. After all, when they first met Jack was in to much of a mood to care about him really. He had been busy trying to take care of that damn weevil and having some civilian talking to him about it just worsened his mood. Sure the guy had been cute. In his fitted looking jeans. But he was annoying to Jack. A pest, a stalker. He hadn't really wanted to go and check on the pterodactyl but he had to admit that having a prehistoric bird was an exciting prospect and something he couldn't pass up on. The adrenaline he felt when chasing after the bird had excited him though. And when he had fallen on top of the young Welshman, something had happened. Jack could not put his finger on it for the life of him. But whatever it was, it stuck with him. That same lingering feeling when he was near Ianto. It hadn't been that pure lust he had felt for the thousands of others he had slept with, but it was something deeper. Something he hadn't felt in a very very long time. It was enough for Jack to forgive the Welshman for putting the whole team in danger. Even in the face of immediate danger it was enough for Jack to dare and kiss him. Caught up in a wave of emotions that he couldn't hold back, amplified by the franticness of the situation. He remembered the feeling of Ianto's warm body in his arms. Such a comfortable feeling as if there wasn't anywhere else in the world that he would would rather be but down there in the dark basement.

It wasn't until long after the fact that Jack had dared to explore those feelings any further. The first few weeks of course were rocky. He was terrified of the fact that Ianto might hate him for what he had done. But when things seemed to boil down he went back to the same old flirtatious banter. Acting as if the whole thing had never happened. And before he even knew what happened the two of them had become romantically involved. Jack wouldn't dare call them a couple, seeing as their relationship never really seemed to leave those long nights at the HUB. But that wasn't because Jack didn't want to be a couple so much as he was terrified of letting someone that close to his heart. The last thing he wanted to do was seriously hurt Ianto.

Jack finally finished up in the shower and turned off the hot water. Steam filling up the room like smoke. He walked over to the place where he had kept his cloths and some towels and dried off. Shaking his hair vigorously like a dog. When he was finally dry he pulled on his clothes ,leaving the suspenders down and leaving the first ten or so buttons undone, leaving the white t-shirt showing. He pulled on his shoes and started to exit the showers when he was caught off guard by a waiting Ianto. Who startled him with a surprise greeting. He wasn't really scared but he at least didn't show any signs of being startled. Inside he gave Ianto a broad smile.He was happy to see the young Welshman in spite of all the things he had been thinking about this morning. Even though the meeting was a bit unexpected. He had assumed to see him down in the archives room or something, or off making drinks.

"Morning Yan.",he greeted in return of the surprise welcoming. Moving briskly past him, placing a hand on Ianto's shoulder lightly as he did so.

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[indiansfan01]

It had really started with the weevil Jack had been chasing after. The Captain had seemed like he was in a losing fight, and Ianto had sneaked up from behind with a baseball bat, when Jack had so slyly denied it was a weevil he had just captured, in the the belief that Ianto was someone he was going to have to get rid of. And then Ianto had gone right into his harangue about wanting to be hired, and Jack hadn't been too open to the suggestion that night or even the next morning.

But it had taken that pterodactyl to get what he had wanted...almost more than what he had wanted, actually. When he had landed on top of Jack, he had definitely felt something but Lisa had been very much alive--or as alive as was possible given her condition back then. Yes, the man who had been underneath him was handsome. Yes, he had a nice jacket. Yes, Ianto may have wanted him back then. But nothing had happened that night, besides the capture of the pterodactyl and the hiring of Ianto Jones to Torchwood Three.

They were truly far from a couple. Couples did stuff together besides flirting or spending the night together where they worked. Did he want them to be seen as a couple? Ianto wasn't sure. There were times when Jack seemed so...heartless. While it was true that Ianto wasn't exactly Mr. Emotional either, Jack's lack of emotions sometimes seemed different. Ianto knew next to nothing about his boss. It was unsettling but it was Ianto's job not to ask questions. He just did what he was told to do, and that was that.

When he heard the water turn off, he tried to clear his head of all thoughts about the past and about the future and focus on nothing but the present. Nothing ever seemed to phase Jack, even if it was a surprise visitor in the showers. Ianto couldn't help but return Jack's smile--that smile that seemed to captivate so many people. And Ianto's smile grew even wider as Jack walked by and decided to make a little bit of physical contact with him.

He stood there for a moment, reveling in that slight touch, before realizing that Jack was already making his way back down the hallway again. Ianto began following him, like a little loyal dog, and it didn't take him long to catch up. "Would you like me to make you some coffee?" Making coffee for the whole team was a part of his usual morning routine but it appeared that there was nothing usual about this morning because it was well after nine o'clock in the morning now and it still seemed they had the place to themselves.



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[jacky]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Jack was acutely aware of the following footsteps behind him as he made his way over to the central area of the HUB. He buttoned up the remaining amount of buttons as he did so, and slipped the braces of his suspenders on his shoulders. He mood brightened considerably when Ianto proposed the idea of making some coffee. He really could use some coffee right now. Sure he knew how to make some coffee himself over the years, but it still didn't compare to the coffee that Ianto made. He had figured he'd never touch any coffee other then Ianto's ever again. And he knew he wasn't the only one, the whole team seemed to depend on that sometimes, and some days it was the only thing keeping them from killing each other.

"That'd be great Yan.",he said with a thankful tone to his voice.
He noticed a note pinned to Owen's station and he turned to pick it up, rolling his eyes as he read it. Of course, Owen was the type to try and take off work any chance he got. Not that it really mattered. Jack was fine with the team attending to their own lives when there really wasn't anything going on with the rift. After all the standerd weevil hunting wasn't so bad, and sometimes it was better off if Jack went alone anyway, it prevented anyone else from getting hurt and in the rare event that one of those nasty little buggers felt murderous then no one's life was on the line. Though Jack did have half a mind to ring Owen anyway just for the hell of it. Sometimes he took delight in bugging people and sometimes he was bored he just had to be an ass. He wondered briefly what the others were up to. Maybe Toshiko was at home working on some personal computer project. Gwen was no doubt sitting at home with Rhys. The two of them never really got enough time together, after all things had seemed hectic over the past few days but now that things had died down there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to. Jack though briefly of asking Ianto how his personal life was doing, but he really did want some of the coffee, he figured they had some time to talk, for now at least since there really wasn't anything going at the moment. Better to let the tea-boy do his job eh? Of course Jack used that term affectionately.

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[indiansfan01]

Owen was out doing whatever it was Owen did when he wasn’t at work. Gwen was hanging out with Rhys. Toshiko was probably doing some kind of project at home. Ianto didn’t have the pleasure of being able to go out and do whatever it was that Owen liked to do. Ianto didn’t have a significant other to hang out with. Ianto didn’t have any projects he could do from the comfort of his own home. Nope, Ianto didn’t have any of that, which was why he was here and they all weren’t. But should he really be complaining about that? He could have easily decided that today would also be a good day to take off of work but the thought of Jack spending the whole day here alone was almost unbearable. Ianto could boast maybe an iota of a social life outside of work but, for crying out loud, Jack lived where he worked.

Once Jack had readily agreed to the coffee, Ianto wordlessly made his way up the stairs that led to the conference room with the coffee maker inside. He couldn’t gripe about doing these ordinary tasks. After all, even in the extraordinary job they all held, someone had to do the menial, very normal things. It was kind of ironic really because Ianto had the least to lose out of all of them and, yet, here he was, making the coffee, driving them to places, relatively staying out of harm’s way. The coffee was soon brewing, and Ianto soon found himself picking up two mugs, instead of the usual five. It was hard not to think about that time not too long ago (even though it felt like ages in the past) that he had tried to bribe Jack with a cup of coffee to get the job that he now had. He filled the two mugs up to the brim with the steaming liquid and, carefully keeping them balanced, made his way down the stairs.

Ianto handed one of the cups to Jack with the words, ”One cup of industrial strength coffee for you, sir,” and took the other cup for himself. Ianto ambled over to the navy blue couch situation off to one side and took a seat. He wished more than anything that there was some work-related issue he could bring up right now because, if he didn’t, he knew that Jack was liable to steer any conversation started in all of the directions Ianto didn’t want it to go.




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[jacky]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Jack let out a rather long sigh when Ianto came back down the stairs with the coffee. Not only did Jack love the taste of the drink but he also loved the smell of the coffee that alone was sometimes enough to brighten Jack's mood in the darkest of hours. He watched as Ianto brought down the tray and he nodded gratefully as his fingers wrapped around the mug and shuddered when he brought it up to his lips to drink. The warm liquid trailing down his throat and nearly burning it as it traveled down, was enough to erase the nightmare that seemed to resurface in his mind for a second. Jack opened one eye and watched as Ianto moved over the navy blue couch and took a seat. Before he knew it, Jack was already following, partly because he couldn't help but stay around the younger man and partly because he was procrastinating any kind of paperwork or any other work he might have to deal with.

Jack plopped down on the couch next to Ianto in silent gesture, the coffee threating to tip over the side of the mug, but lapsing back in place neatly. He propped one elbow up behind him on the back of the couch and the other arm he kept at his side, the mug resting against his leg. He wasn't to close or to far away from the Welshman, just comfortably enough for a normal conversation like he would with anyone else. His bright blue eyes seemed to gaze out at nothing for a moment before he tilted his head and started speaking in that coaxing tone he used when he wanted people to open up to him.

"So, tell me Yan, how are things outside of work?",he prompted, as politely as he could without seeming to nosy. He felt like he needed to talk with Ianto more often, hell he needed to talk with his whole team more often but they seemed to open up more readily then Ianto did.

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