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"Jack?! Owen?! Lion?! Wolverine?! Anybody?!" Ianto ran though the woods, desperately calling for his lovers. The woods were dark and cold, dead leaves crunching under his feet. There was no one except for him and Dog.
He couldn't feel them. That had never, since this whole thing started, ever happened before. When he was as deep as he could go into his mind, he could always feel the tiny string of connection between them. He could tell where they were when he was sleeping. Even the few times he had been unconscious, Jack and Owen had been there.
But now he was alone. His spirit guide seemed as panicked as he was. The dog ran next to him, howling, sounding pained.
They weren't there. They were gone. Jack and Owen were gone...oh god, he'd killed Owen. He remembered Owen laying there, covered in blood. Jack was covered in blood too. Jack had been alive. Hadn't he?
"JACK!" Ianto reached out, feeling nothing. Jack would have answered. Even if he hated Ianto for what he had done, he still would have answered.
Jack was dead. Jack and Owen were dead, and it was his fault.
Ianto stumbled but picked himself up, still running, unable to stop. his breaths were coming in large desperate gulps, but he felt as if he were drowning, suffocating.
Something....something was there. Not the wolverine, or lion, or Jack or Owen....but something. It was like being in a horror movie. Something he couldn't see, chasing him. It was a wave of darkness in his mind, steadily gaining.
It was the thing from the bubble. He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that was it. He had seen it before, a glimpse over his shoulder when he had been attacked…no when he had attacked. The bubble that imprisoned it had disappeared when he killed Owen.
"Please! Just leave me alone!" Ianto called out. "Stay away! Go back into your bubble, and let me go back to Owen and Jack!" Ianto flinched violently. "...die. Oh just kill me already if you're going to do it, and send me into the dark with Jack and Owen!" Ianto sobbed, tripping over his own feet, landing hard against a rock that sprang into his path. Shakily, he pulled himself back up
---
The swamp lion and wolverine leaned over Ianto whimpering. They couldn't get to him, and they didn't like it. Wolverine clawed at the covers over Ianto's chest, growling softly, while Lion swept his purple tentacles carefully over Ianto's face.
Jack wrapped his arms around the wolverine, hugging it. On Ianto’s other side, Owen buried his fingers into the lion’s pink fur.
---
Ianto's vision swam, exhaustion overwhelming him. He stumbled, the environment changing around him, as he fell towards the ground, almost in slow motion. He blinked up dazedly, finding him self back at the lake he'd taken Owen to...was it just days ago? It felt like years.
He stared up into the peaceful, gray, sky, the...thing that was chasing him was gone, for now at least. His dog collapsed down next to him, whimpering softly.
Ianto lay there, letting his heart gallop in his chest as he took in gulps of cool, sweet air. The sky continued to spin.
Jack and Owen were dead.
He pushed him self to a to his feet, still gasping for air from the run, his heart feeling like it would explode. He stared at the scene in front of him, willing a change in the environment. Beneath his and Owen's tree, a large Gothic mausoleum formed. He walked forward, followed by the large black dog, stepping into the small building, through an iron gate, and stained glass windows appeared, splashing across two stone caskets.
Jack would like this. He liked old, ornate things, thought they were romantic.
Ianto was being morbid. He tried to will the oppressive monument away, but it stayed stubbornly realistic. Rain began to gently pelt the windows.
Ianto studied the caskets, Images of Jack and Owen rose out of the stone, like effigies of fallen knights. He shook his head and the figures sunk back below the surface.
Dog whined and pressed his nose to the caskets. At the foot of each casket Lion and Wolverine appeared in stone, curled up as if asleep. Ianto smiled sadly, reaching out to stroke behind their cold granite ears.
He moved on, and brought a small brass plaque into being on the far wall.
Here lies Captain Jack Harkness and Doctor Owen Harper, beloved companions.
They saved the world a lot.
Owen would appreciate the reference
Dog nudged him and Ianto smiled again. A line added itself to the bottom.
Lion and Wolverine helped.
"What are we going to do?" Ianto asked. "I- I killed the loves of my life, and now I'm trapped in my own mind."
Ianto closed his eyes trying to leave, but it seemed that nothing existed anymore outside of the forest. The was nothing, no one, to call him back.
"With a monster chasing me, no less." Ianto continued. "And it doesn't even have the decency to kill me, just chase me till I drop."
The Dog whined, nuzzling Ianto's side.
Ianto stumbled, despite the fact that he was standing still, and slumped against Owen's crypt, tear streaming from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. I love you both so much." As exhaustion and grief rolled over Ianto and he lost all semblance of control, clinging to the cold stone of the crypt and sobbing.
"Jack?! Owen?! Lion?! Wolverine?! Anybody?!" Ianto ran though the woods, desperately calling for his lovers. The woods were dark and cold, dead leaves crunching under his feet. There was no one except for him and Dog.
He couldn't feel them. That had never, since this whole thing started, ever happened before. When he was as deep as he could go into his mind, he could always feel the tiny string of connection between them. He could tell where they were when he was sleeping. Even the few times he had been unconscious, Jack and Owen had been there.
But now he was alone. His spirit guide seemed as panicked as he was. The dog ran next to him, howling, sounding pained.
They weren't there. They were gone. Jack and Owen were gone...oh god, he'd killed Owen. He remembered Owen laying there, covered in blood. Jack was covered in blood too. Jack had been alive. Hadn't he?
"JACK!" Ianto reached out, feeling nothing. Jack would have answered. Even if he hated Ianto for what he had done, he still would have answered.
Jack was dead. Jack and Owen were dead, and it was his fault.
Ianto stumbled but picked himself up, still running, unable to stop. his breaths were coming in large desperate gulps, but he felt as if he were drowning, suffocating.
Something....something was there. Not the wolverine, or lion, or Jack or Owen....but something. It was like being in a horror movie. Something he couldn't see, chasing him. It was a wave of darkness in his mind, steadily gaining.
It was the thing from the bubble. He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that was it. He had seen it before, a glimpse over his shoulder when he had been attacked…no when he had attacked. The bubble that imprisoned it had disappeared when he killed Owen.
"Please! Just leave me alone!" Ianto called out. "Stay away! Go back into your bubble, and let me go back to Owen and Jack!" Ianto flinched violently. "...die. Oh just kill me already if you're going to do it, and send me into the dark with Jack and Owen!" Ianto sobbed, tripping over his own feet, landing hard against a rock that sprang into his path. Shakily, he pulled himself back up
---
The swamp lion and wolverine leaned over Ianto whimpering. They couldn't get to him, and they didn't like it. Wolverine clawed at the covers over Ianto's chest, growling softly, while Lion swept his purple tentacles carefully over Ianto's face.
Jack wrapped his arms around the wolverine, hugging it. On Ianto’s other side, Owen buried his fingers into the lion’s pink fur.
---
Ianto's vision swam, exhaustion overwhelming him. He stumbled, the environment changing around him, as he fell towards the ground, almost in slow motion. He blinked up dazedly, finding him self back at the lake he'd taken Owen to...was it just days ago? It felt like years.
He stared up into the peaceful, gray, sky, the...thing that was chasing him was gone, for now at least. His dog collapsed down next to him, whimpering softly.
Ianto lay there, letting his heart gallop in his chest as he took in gulps of cool, sweet air. The sky continued to spin.
Jack and Owen were dead.
He pushed him self to a to his feet, still gasping for air from the run, his heart feeling like it would explode. He stared at the scene in front of him, willing a change in the environment. Beneath his and Owen's tree, a large Gothic mausoleum formed. He walked forward, followed by the large black dog, stepping into the small building, through an iron gate, and stained glass windows appeared, splashing across two stone caskets.
Jack would like this. He liked old, ornate things, thought they were romantic.
Ianto was being morbid. He tried to will the oppressive monument away, but it stayed stubbornly realistic. Rain began to gently pelt the windows.
Ianto studied the caskets, Images of Jack and Owen rose out of the stone, like effigies of fallen knights. He shook his head and the figures sunk back below the surface.
Dog whined and pressed his nose to the caskets. At the foot of each casket Lion and Wolverine appeared in stone, curled up as if asleep. Ianto smiled sadly, reaching out to stroke behind their cold granite ears.
He moved on, and brought a small brass plaque into being on the far wall.
Here lies Captain Jack Harkness and Doctor Owen Harper, beloved companions.
They saved the world a lot.
Owen would appreciate the reference
Dog nudged him and Ianto smiled again. A line added itself to the bottom.
Lion and Wolverine helped.
"What are we going to do?" Ianto asked. "I- I killed the loves of my life, and now I'm trapped in my own mind."
Ianto closed his eyes trying to leave, but it seemed that nothing existed anymore outside of the forest. The was nothing, no one, to call him back.
"With a monster chasing me, no less." Ianto continued. "And it doesn't even have the decency to kill me, just chase me till I drop."
The Dog whined, nuzzling Ianto's side.
Ianto stumbled, despite the fact that he was standing still, and slumped against Owen's crypt, tear streaming from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. I love you both so much." As exhaustion and grief rolled over Ianto and he lost all semblance of control, clinging to the cold stone of the crypt and sobbing.
Re: Cure The Soul
Date: Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 12:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Monday, November 16th, 2009 08:59 pm (UTC)Delay's understandable, after all real life takes priority.
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Date: Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 12:08 am (UTC)Yeah, we're both been pretty busy in RL, we just both happened to have some time and energy, and a review on a old fic reminded us we needed to work on this, lol.