Title: Dream A Little Dream About Me

Rating : PG-13 (just to be safe, it might as well be PG)

Summary : Once Jack returned to his team after a horrible year at the Valiant, he has never really slept well because of nightmares. Can Ianto help him get over it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters.

A/N: I hope the deadline didn't mean that we have to submit before the 3rd because I just saw the challenge last night.

"No! stop it!" he heard Tish shout. This was one of Master's new games; torturing, killing, Jack with the Joneses and the Doctor watching.

Jack closed his eyes tightly and curled his toes as the electric jolt hit him again, travelling from the manacles at wrists to his entire body.

Jack screamed as the Master laughed and the 'audience' looked away in pain.

Jack woke up with a start. He glanced at Ianto, glad to see that he hadn't woken up the Welshman. He panted, trying to get back the control over his body. The Captain picked up the glass of water from the side table and gulped the entire liquid in one go.

Going back to sleep wasn't an option. So, Jack decided to get up and do something useful. 6:00 am. Almost time for Ianto to get up. Nice day to surprise him, he thought with a smile.

Captain Harkness, well known for his skills in the bedroom, decided to try another room in the house - the kitchen. Not that Jack was a bad cook. No, by no means, Jack was definitely a grand chef, a hundred years on Earth being enough a reason to learn the art of cooking. But the problem was that today morning, Jack decided to venture into Ianto's territory, to make a cup of tea for his beloved Welshman.

Jack looked around in the cupboards, to find 'something suitable' for his perfect blend. That was when he noticed the spice tea teabags.

Fifteen minutes later, the two men sat on their bed, Ianto, trying to put up an expression that would not offend Jack while Jack looked at him expectantly.

"Why are you up this early?" asked Ianto, trying to delay the dreaded moment of tasting the tea.

"Just had a bad dream, and since I was up, I thought I might as well ease your work," Jack explained. "Why don't you taste it and tell me..."

"Hmm..." Ianto picked up his cup and brought it up to his lips. As he swallowed the vile liquid, he tried his best, not to let that show on his face. "What was the dream about?"

"Valiant."

Ianto frowned. Ever since Jack had come back, he'd been having these nightmares every night. Jack never slept much and these dreams did not help. Since he'd moved to Ianto's flat, the frequency had decreased but even then Jack hardly slept more than three hours a night.

"Jack, let's take the day off, go vback to sleep," he said softly, moving the tray away from the bed and cupping his lover's face.

"I can't. The nightmares, they'll come back Yan, it's almost like living through that again."

"No, Jack, this times they won't be back, because now, you'll close your eyes and think of me, dream about me Jack, leave all those foul memories behind. Please. Sleep and dream. For me. And drink the rest of that bloody tea when you wake up," he added with a glowing smile.