Title: Sleeping Soul
Author: Zanna
Beta: Laren & Koryou
Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: angst

Summary: The year that never was changed Jack in a way even he himself doesn't notice, and now Ianto has a secret that's even bigger than the Cyberwoman. Jack/Ianto

A/N: This story promises to get real long (due to the fact that I'm apparently not able to write anything with less than 10 chapters - unless it's an one-shot). It's not much yet, just the prologue, but I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless (and tell me so :-)).


TA scout ship V'exor
somewhere en route between Treena IV and the TA headquarters
24 May 5078

Jack paced behind the force field like a caged tiger. The small contained space didn't allow for much movement and so this was the only way he could release some of his pent-up anger. The man on the other side of the force field watched him silently, not saying anything despite of the fact that it was him who had come to see Jack without being invited first. Not that Jack did have a choice in that matter.

"I want to know why," he finally pressed out between clenched teeth.

"Why?" The other man blinked at him.

"Yes! Why?" Jack stopped directly in front of the man and glared at him angrily. "Why, Ianto? Why did you betray me?"

Ianto looked at him silently for a long moment, then he sighed. "I didn't betray you, Jack."

The force field was the only thing holding Jack back from punching Ianto. He knew first-hand that it was no use throwing himself against it. The field wouldn't even flicker – it was constructed to hold way bigger and stronger species than humans – and it would hurt like hell. Although it was the first time that Jack was standing on this side of the force field.

"Oh? Well from this side of the containment field it looks exactly like that's what you did!" Jack almost shook so angry was he. "You sold me to the Time Agency, for crying out loud! What did they pay you for that? I really hope it was enough!"

"They didn't pay me anything."

"So you're doing it for free?" Jack stared at Ianto's blank, emotionless face. "What is this then? Revenge? Because I shot Lisa? You figured you couldn't kill me, so you settled for the second best?"

"This has nothing to do with Lisa," Ianto answered, his voice cold like frosty wind. "It's…" Ianto stopped and took a deep breath. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he finally said.

"Try me!" Jack said, but Ianto just shook his head silently. Jack stared at him for another moment, trying to read what was going on in that mind behind the cool mask, but after what Ianto had done he doubted he had ever been able to read the Welshman correctly.

"Do you even have the faintest idea what they are going to do to me?" Jack finally whispered, hoping to appeal to some caring part inside this Ianto he suddenly didn't know anymore.

Ianto closed his eyes for a moment, then he looked directly at Jack. "I know exactly what they are going to do to you," he answered.

Jack narrowed his eyes, suddenly almost overwhelmed by fury and hatred. "If you think I'm going to forgive you like I did with your betrayals in the past, you are wrong," he hissed. "I'll never forgive you for this. And when I get out of here – and I will get out – I'll hunt you down, no matter where and when you are. And then I'll kill you, Ianto, with my bare hands. Slowly. Painfully. You better believe it."

Ianto stared at him for a long moment, a look of resignation, tiredness and hurt flicking over his face before it was arranged into the blank mask again. "I believe you, sir," he finally said. Then he turned around and walked out of the containment area. Leaving Jack behind, alone in his prison.