Doctor/Jack

Dimitri watched all of this with real interest. He had pulled the words and image from the telepath's mind, one they hadn't needed to or been able to erase. The would-be god told him it was the first, not the second. There was nothing beyond himself or the other, right? Especially not a foolish human telepath or his chaotic demon self. Such would be unimaginable.

It was better to not worry about that and concentrate on this. He wanted to tip this falling coin in his direction. Truth be told, he didn't know if he was succeeding or not. Hope ran high when the human-like thing drew its weapon. If it shot this Doctor companion of his, he might truly be broken once the illusions were ripped away.

Then the human shot.

The mind of the godling knew anger.

The Doctor had never doubted, or so he would tell himself, which of them Jack would shoot if he chose to do so. He would have preferred Jack not use a weapon at all, but that wouldn't have been very 'Jack Harkness', would it? It was an issue that he knew better than to pull up, especially now.

"Jack..."

His eyes told him it was an illusion, and all he could hope was that it was.

When the flat crack of the gun firing overtook the silence, Ianto froze. A sudden blossom of red bloomed across his stomache. His head dropped down some, staring at it in shock. When Ianto's head lifted, his lips were drawn back from savagely long teeth. Instead of the eyes of Ianto Jones, the pair were faced with black oilspot ones. Claws scrabbled on its shirt as the weevil fell backwards. Hatred was fresh in its eyes as it thrashed on the multicoloured paving stones beneath.

The Doctor's grasp on Jack tightened as he began to try to physically drag the Immortal away. Too many things were interrupting the flow, making it veer off in directions he didn't expect or like. This place was wrong much like Jack himself was, although he remained while it changed.

"We're leaving," he said, quiet as a whisper but firm as a shout. There was little doubt that it was a demand.