Janto oneshots

Nightmares and confessions

"No you need to go to sleep" ianto informed jack pushing him down into the bed. "I think you should sleep ianto you look tired" jack replied trying to get out of it. "Well I'm not sleeping until you do so you can pop yourself under the covers". Jack sighed but did as he was told anyway "why are you babying me ianto?" He asked the Welshman watching as ianto removed his blazer and tie, laying down next to jack. Ianto glanced over to jack propped up by the wall and the captains pillows "I'm not babying you... I just know that your latest death was difficult for you and you've been having trouble with sleep an- oh jack don't cry ... shhh come here" he pulled the captain close and cradled him as he cried. "S-Sorry" jack hiccuped as his sobbing slowed "I-it's just no one ever noticed how my deaths effect me and ..." he trailed off as ianto kissed him lightly on the forehead. "You're safe now" ianto murmured as jack's eyes began to drift shut.

It was okay for a while and jack slept peacefully ... but then the nightmares started. The replay as he called them. He was there tied up in front of a group, he didn't know why he was there or how he got there but he was gagged and hanging from a wooden beam. A machine was wheeled in front of him. Jack's eyes widened as a bag of sand was split. He realised where he was now a circus... used for a freak show. The knife used to slit the bag was suddenly thrown toward him imbedding itself into his abdomen. The group ... no, the audience gasped. He watched in fear as the sand piled onto a scale and suddenly an arrow was fired straight through his chest. He gasped in pain before the world began to lost colour. He descended slowly into darkness. He woke with a gasp the audience beginning to clap. He felt someone's hands from behind stripping him showing his healed wounds and non existent scars. The audience gasped in delight then horror as a bullet shot through the middle of jack's skull. It was a vicious cycle. He woke up in front of an audience then he died in many different ways. He woke up. He died. He woke up. He died.

He woke up with a gasp not even realising he'd called out for ianto until the Welshman shot up next to him. "Jack jack look at me ... you're safe" ianto murmured his accent heavy with sleep. Ianto's deep groggy voice was weirdly calming to jack as he slowed his breathing letting out a broken sob. Ianto pulled him close letting him sob, once again, into his chest. Jack just about managed to listen to the sweet nothings and strings of welsh Ianto murmured into his ear.

He calmed down and fell back into his pillows, pulling ianto with him. He was exhausted and just needed his Welshman. They began to drift off like that... in each other's arms. Ianto pulled jack close "Dwi'n caru chi" he mumbled sleepily. Jack glanced at him breifly "what does that mean?". Ianto waved his hand "uuuhhh means ... sleep well" he whispered noncommittally, really trying to sound like he was telling the truth. Jack nodded and murmured something back. "Hm?" Ianto questioned. "It's my mother tongue" jack explained "means... thanks". Jack's confession was a secret no one would know... because only he could speak his mother tongue in the 21st century. Jack may not have bothered to learn much welsh during his time there, but there was one thing he had picked up. How to say I love you.