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Title: Loss

World: Stop Judging Me

Character(s): Jack and Ian

Pairing: Jack and Ian

POV: Third Person

Canon/Non Canon: Canon

Age(s): 33 and 38

Prompt: None

It was warm, that day and the breeze was slow. The streets were empty, save for three people, one fleeing; the other two still. The day had been wonderful; amazing even. They had been at their happiest and felt that nothing could tear them apart.

No. Jack couldn't lose him. He didn't want to lose someone else; he didn't want another… another grave to visit.

No… over his dead fucking body. But the world seemed to be against him as a limp body laid in his arms; cotton soaking up blood which seemed to drip endlessly on the once white pavement.

He was still – ceased moving only minutes before. Eyes stared at nothing, mouth opened a sliver and limbs sprawled. Jack didn't want to believe it – no, he couldn't believe it. It was a trick; a lie. No, it was a simple prank and he was waiting for everyone to jump out and laugh, saying that they couldn't believe he fell for it; he was waiting for someone to… to bring his agony to an end.

Anything, please…

But then, as the clock struck one, Jack sat up, panting, clothing soaked in sweat. He licked dry lips and stumbled over to his phone, heart beating hard and fast in his chest as he fumbled with the numbers on the phone with shaking hands, praying that he got the number right and placed it to his ear.

One ring… two rings… three rings… Oh god, no one was going to answer. Jack needed somebody to answer, to reassure him that his dream was just that – a dream. Four rings… five… six –

"Jack?"

"Oh god…" Jack whispered, tears pricking at his eyes. He placed a hand over his mouth and collapsed on the couch.

"Jack? What's the matter – why are you calling so late?" The voice asked urgently, pressing for an answer.

"I – I… nothing. It's… It's nothing, Ian. I-I'm so-sorry," Jack croaked, scrubbing at his eyes. "I just… b-bad dream."

"Bad dream?" Ian echoed, and Jack could already imagine the frown on his face. "Did you want me to come over?"

No… "Yes," Jack replied softly, ignoring the voice in his head. He knew it was rude of him to make Ian come over at such an ungodly hour but he needed proof. Real physical proof.

Fifteen minutes later, Ian arrived and Jack collapsed into his arms, crying his heart out and clutching the back of his shirt and Ian let him, holding him close, arms tightened almost possessively around Jack.

"I-I'm sorry… Jack whispered and kissed him. "S-Stay with me tonight." Ian had only smiled softly, returning the brief kiss before following Jack to his room.