Jack/Doctor/Dimitri

Jack searched the area, attention jumping to each flutter of breeze-swept leaves or bizarre creature. He made it almost a complete circle before turning back the other way to sweep the area again. That voice, always behind him. But how? In his head? A non-physical being of some sort? Was it even there, or was it his own subconscious finally turned cancerous from all the things it absorbed and started seeping into his waking mind? All those buried feelings, doubts and angers taking form of a voice only he could hear, a voice constantly behind him?

No. Admitting to that would mean he was losing his mind. Losing his mind here, on this island, after only a week? He made it through being buried for all those years with out breaking down to irreversible loss of sanity. Was it all just catching up to him, now? The very fact that he was questioning his sanity gave him some comfort. Wasn’t it said that thinking you’re crazy means you are sane, and when you assume yourself to be sane you are losing your mind? But turning on things that weren’t there was not a rational reaction. Pointing a gun at a voice was not something a sane person would do.

He slowly lowered the gun to his side.

All questions about his sanity eluded him when he saw Ianto again. This time it really looked like Ianto, not some twisted illusion over a creature that looked far too much like a weevil. His Ianto.

“…no…” he muttered, shaking his head. The last time had been a trick. But the Doctor was gone. The Doctor was dead. What choice was there? Save Ianto or do nothing? Run away? He tried to force that image of the Doctor to the front of his mind. Not the Doctor who had the life drawn out of him but the one holding off the monster with his sonic screwdriver.

But he couldn’t hold it there, not with Ianto reaching for him. Just moments passed from the voice behind him muttering “always choices” and him giving his choice. Gritting his teeth, he brought his gun up once again.

There was no warning this time. No more hesitation. He wanted this over. He brought his gun up, gripping it with both hands. Smooth as ever, he brought the creature clinging to Ianto’s arm into his sights, aiming right between the thing’s hideous black eyes, and pulled the trigger.