Back To Square One (Torchwood au)(Immortals sequel)

Jack

Ianto's pov

We explore the room some more and find that there is a door at one end that is partially concealed behind one of the bunk beds but other than that there is just the four beds and the clothes. Poor Alec is freaking out, this is the first time that he's had to deal with a situation like this, the rest of us are used to danger by now and I'm only scared for everyone else, I can't die after all.

We checked the pockets of the clothes, well we checked the skirts of Gwen's wedding dress, but there isn't anything in the except for a piece of paper with a number between one and five on it. I'm number one, Gwen is number two, Tosh is number three, Owen is number four and Alec is number five. I guess that I've got to take the lead in whatever game someone is playing. Great.

We end up gathered on the bottom bunks, me, Alec and Gwen on one and Tosh and Owen on the other.

"How the hell are we meant to get out of this?" Owen says, to no one in particular.

No one has an answer. God we need Jack, he would at least keep morale up a bit. Whatever light source there is in this room is beginning to fade so we decide that we all should get some sleep. Seeing as Tosh and Owen's clothes were together they share a bed but I don't think that either of them really mind and I hear them talking for ages after everyone else is asleep. However, even they sleep before me. I don't want to admit it but I'm scared. I couldn't bear to lose any of them and I'm scared for Jack as well, he should be here, with the rest of the team. When I eventually do manage to get some sleep, I wake up to the sound of a familiar voice.

I sit up and blink in confusion, letting my eyes adjust to the light. The voice is coming from some sort of speaker that's hidden in the room and it is a moment before I realise what it's saying. "Number one, put the suit on and follow the lights." It repeats this over and over but none of the others seem to have woken up.

I get down from my bunk and try to wake them all but they must be sedated. I decide that it would be easiest to do what I'm told so I quickly put my suit on and squeeze through the door which is now open.

As soon as I pass through the door it shuts behind me. I look around me and see a corridor that is white and sterile. There are other doors along it and there is a path of lights on the floor leading to one of them. I walk straight to it and don't try any other doors, I'm not taking any chances.

I slowly push the door open and walk through, wishing I had some way of defending myself. I find myself in a small room with a pane of glass at the other end. Jack is on the other side. I run forwards shouting his name but soon realise that he can't see me. He seems upset about something and he is writing something at a desk. It's at the right angle for me to read so I walk closer to the glass and read it. It's a diary of some sort.

"Over the next week I get into a routine. Wake up, train, go home, sleep. I'm sinking back into my old my old life now; but I hate it. I miss Torchwood, I miss Ianto. We do two more simulations which just make me feel worse about being back here but we're mostly doing combat training. Lydia also told us that we have lost memories due to the simulations going wrong which explains why I don't really know what was real anymore. I just hope that that was the only damage."

I draw in a sharp breath when I read the word simulation. Why does Jack think that he was in a simulation? Does he not think that I'm real, that any of the team is real? I don't understand what is going on.

I step back as someone else enters the room, Isaiah. But that's impossible. He should be dead. Jack said that he died in his arms. I stagger backwards. I can't think straight.

The voice blares again, telling me to follow the lights. I make my way back out of the room and follow them numbly back into the original room where I am gripped in a hug from Gwen instantly.

"Where the hell did you go?" she yells, letting me go, "We were worried sick. I thought you were dead."

"I saw him," I mumble, "I saw Jack."

Gwen leads me over to the others who were watching me come back in. I force myself to explain about the room, about Jack.

"I'm next." Gwen says, breaking the silence that is left after I finish speaking, "Oh God am I gonna see Rhys, what will I see Ianto. If they've done the same to Rhys..."

"No I don't think so," I say, "After all Tosh and Owen are still here, surely one of them would be gone. I think that whoever is doing this wants to hurt Jack, and they want us to see them break him."