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quitehomoerotic) wrote2009-11-22 01:21 am
quitehomoerotic) wrote2009-11-22 01:21 am
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best_served_hot Every night he had bad dreams...
It had been months since then. Months since the Valiant and the terrible events that occurred upon it. It had been months of rebuilding a life. Torchwood, his team, his people.
But every night. Every night without fail. He dreamt.
No, not dreams. Dreaming sounded like too nice a word. He had nightmares. Terrible nightmares.
He did his best to ignore them, or at least get used to them, and sometimes he even managed it. He did his best to push aside the memories of that year that never was, and of the pain and terror. To forget the face of the man who caused it all. But it never was that easy.
Some nights would be easier. The nights forcing himself to stay awake or better the nights he spent with Ianto. It stilled his mind and sometimes he could even relax. But they'd still be there, tickling away at the back of his mind, reminding him that they were there. Reminding him of just what happened.
He'd even, on an occasion or two, gone to the point of taking pills to steady his mind. They worked, at least for a while.
But nothing could work for long, and when he slept, he knew to expect it, and to expect he'd wake in a sweat.
And he expected that now. Alone in the Hub at the end of a long day, lying in bed and waiting. He closed his eyes, and he knew they'd come.
But every night. Every night without fail. He dreamt.
No, not dreams. Dreaming sounded like too nice a word. He had nightmares. Terrible nightmares.
He did his best to ignore them, or at least get used to them, and sometimes he even managed it. He did his best to push aside the memories of that year that never was, and of the pain and terror. To forget the face of the man who caused it all. But it never was that easy.
Some nights would be easier. The nights forcing himself to stay awake or better the nights he spent with Ianto. It stilled his mind and sometimes he could even relax. But they'd still be there, tickling away at the back of his mind, reminding him that they were there. Reminding him of just what happened.
He'd even, on an occasion or two, gone to the point of taking pills to steady his mind. They worked, at least for a while.
But nothing could work for long, and when he slept, he knew to expect it, and to expect he'd wake in a sweat.
And he expected that now. Alone in the Hub at the end of a long day, lying in bed and waiting. He closed his eyes, and he knew they'd come.
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"And what, that's supposed to bother me, is it?" he scoffed at him, "Do what you want, I don't care."
That was the best way, he thought, act as though he didn't care. That always infuriated him on the Valiant, he expected it would now.
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"I wonder what would make you start caring." he said, looking over at him.
"I wonder, what exactly, would make you give in. Who would I have to threaten? Though it wouldn't be a threat if I get out on my own. If you make me claw my way out of your mind, I will slaughter everyone you hold dear and you know it." he whispered, voice menacing and cold.
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"You won't get out," he said with a false confidence, "because I'm not going to let you. You should know that I don't give in easily. Give me enough credit, come on."
He wiped a hand up over his face, as though he might be able to blink this all away. But it wasn't so easy. What if the Master could get to people he cared for. What if... no. No he couldn't think of that.
"You should just give up now," he said.
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A slow smile crept across his face then and his eyes were full of a malicious glee. Jack might remember that look, when the islands of Japan were burning beneath their feet on the Valiant. "But what else is there to learn anymore."
His voice held a sort of awe. "I'll have you know, Captain, that I pride myself on knowing every detail of those I intend to level." he said, invading what personal space he had left in this dreamscape.
"And now, I think I know everything."
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"No you don't," he said back, but there was no confidence in his voice; a fact he couldn't hide.
What if he did know everything? What if he knew his closest secrets? It didn't bear thinking of.
"Isn't this enough?" he said, but he knew as soon as he spoke that the words were foolish. Nothing would ever be enough for the Master.
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"I don't know what you're talking about," he said sharply, turning his head aside. He wouldn't acknowledge it, because that would be admitting.
As long as he was in his head, there was nothing he could do.
He hoped.
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"You really are incredible sometimes but all things come to an end." he chuckled. "You really should get some decent sleep or you'll be absolutely useless tomorrow."
The Master reached over and patted his cheek. "Sweet dreams, Jack."
And with that, he was gone; the darkness receding.
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He was about to respond but then everything changed. The world blacked out and he was plunged into something that was akin to an enforced sleep. He couldn't wake from it, and he couldn't shake it. Hours out of it, almost comatose as his body lay on the couch in the Hub, surrounded by worried team members.
Hours, and then he woke.