Title: Blaidd drwg
By: Bonzodog
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: If you've seen "Boom Town", you'll recognise the phrase Blaidd Drwg, and if you've seen ANY doctor who you'll recognise Bad Wolf.
Blaidd Drwg is pronounced: Blide Droog
Summary: Whatever it was could kill him for all he cared. So he didn't get up. Instead, he stared at the wall. He began to sing.
Series: 1)Cariad, 2) Hurtyn

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Ianto lay curled up on the bed. It had been 2 years since Jack had left. Torchwood couldn't function without a boss, so Ianto was chosen.

He didn't know why the others had chosen him. Guilt, he supposed. In the first few months, everybody had been so sympathetic. It had annoyed the shit out of him, but thank god they'd stopped now.

Just because he didn't like being felt sorry for didn't mean he wasn't upset. Owen had told him if he took one more overdose he was refusing to treat him again. Luckily Owen had kept Ianto's attempts and death a secret.

He had got Jack's office and his bedroom. At first it had hurt like hell whenever he went in those rooms, but now it was comforting in a way.

These days he didn't get much sleep. Mainly dreams. Not nightmares. Dreams where Jack came back. And they always left Ianto feeling so damned empty the next morning. So he stayed awake most of the time

Tonight he had decided to try and get some sleep. He lay there for half an hour before getting to sleep. They'd had more trouble with the faeries today. The faeries reminded him of Chosen ones, and chosen ones reminded him of Estelle, and Estelle reminded him of Jack.

Ianto awoke to someone, or something. He heard the door open and close, and feet pad across the floor.

He didn't care. Whatever it was could kill him for all he cared. So he didn't get up. Instead, he stared at the wall. He began to sing.

He remembered the song. His mother used to sing it before she died. It was sad, but Ianto had always liked it. He sung quietly to himself, the familiarity of the song comforting him.

He felt whatever it was slow down, and then sit on the bed. He ignored it.

He stopped singing and felt arms wrapped around him from behind.

"That's a nice song."
A voice came. It was light hearted and American, and it sounded like the one he was longing to hear.

He shook his head and tried to ignore the person behind him.

"Ianto? What's it called?" The man said.

Ianto buried his head in the pillow. He had either gone mad or was dreaming.

"Yan? Talk to me. What's it called?" the voice came again, softer.

Ianto sighed.
"It's got a welsh name. It's a welsh song." Ianto told him.

"Figures. Too many W's to be any normal language."

Now that wasn't fair. Not only did the voice sound like Jack, it spoke like him too.

"It's called Blaidd Drwg."

The man behind him stiffened. "What's that in English?"

"Bad Wolf"

"Interesting......" the man said.

"I think I may of gone mad." Ianto said to nobody in particular.

"Not yet. You're obsessed with tidiness, believe Welsh has a point in modern society and probably have some form of OCD, but you're not mad. Yet." the American said.

"Who the hell are you?" Ianto half whispered, almost fearing the answer.

A soft chuckle came.
"Who do you think I am?"
Strong arms turned Ianto around to face the man.

"Jack." Ianto breathed, pulling him close.
"The one and only." Jack murmured.

The men lay together for several minutes before Ianto sat up.

"Won't the others want to know you're back?" he asked.

"Meh. It's 5am. Let them sleep." he pulled Ianto back down.

They'd have to get up in the morning. But they can make the best out of three hours.

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