Doctor/Dimitri

"Oh Jack," Gwen's voice sighed in his ear. "Jack. You are going mad. You realize that, don't you? Imagine you gone insane. What force in the universe could defeat you? What could stop you?"

Ianto didn't seem to be hearing the voice, his face grave and keeping any fear he may have felt under control as the weevil leaned in closer. His eyes moved to Jack's, trusting in him in this situation. The creature's clawed fingers moved over the Welshman's throat, threatening to pierce it and kill him if he moved.

"Jack?" Ianto asked, the word cut short as the weevil's hand tightened.

When the gun fired, the flat crack of it heard, the world twitched again.

"Jack."

It was the Doctor's voice in his ear.

"Jack. Look."

There was the phantom feeling of fingertips sliding over his face, touching his eyelashes lightly. The view before him changed in an instant. Instead of one world, there were tens, hundreds, thousands, or more overlaid with each other, multiple forms and versions of people moving through them. There were a million possibilities for each action or inaction. All of it was laid out. Still, there was a sense of most of it being hidden from him. He was denied the full scope of seeing the turn and spin of Time.

"Look, Jack."

The things before him were shown in shifting shades, faces beneath those of others. On the surface, it was Ianto Jones, but beneath it was the weevil. The other weevil was dead at his feet. A gauzy figure was behind him, an arm laid around his shoulder. It was if the entire person were made of smoke, drifting and hazy. A mask covered his or her face, a twin to the one Jack had. Its lips touched Jack's ear gently. If Jack looked down at his own hand or body, he blazed, brighter than any star or light there had ever been or would be.

Another was close, one that shone as he did and held a version of himself at the end of a sonic screwdriver no matter how he wanted him.

And then it was gone. Ianto's mouth was near his own and a stream of whitish smoke was flowing off Jack's skin to the lie masquerading as his lover's lips.