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Noah Czerny ([personal profile] iwasmore) wrote2015-12-27 09:24 pm

for Ianto

Noah's visiting Blue at Chelsea Cloisters. She seems to prefer switching back and forth between here and Hywel, and they'd had a fun evening just hanging out and catching up with each other. As he's leaving he hears a sound of distress and stops in the middle of the hallway. He gets a glimpse of someone being strangled. His mouth falls open and he disappears, reappearing where he feels the source of whatever's happening.

It's someone's bedroom, dark and cool and quiet. No one's being strangled, nothing's going on at all. The person in bed, a man, is tossing restlessly, but clearly asleep despite the little sounds he's making. Noah's reminded of Al, the way he'd had nightmares so awful he sometimes fell out of bed altogether.

He didn't know this person, but maybe it would be a favor to pull him out of his bad dreams.

Noah makes himself faded and ghostlike, the way he looked before the spell, and sits gingerly on the edge of the person's bed. He presses a cool hand to the man's forehead like a compress and whispers, "Shhh. It's okay."
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[personal profile] tw3_ianto_jones 2016-01-05 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ianto's confused at first how Noah knows Torchwood, but then he remembers that Noah had read his dreams before. He must have gotten Torchwood from Ianto's mind as well.

"Torchwood is where I worked," he tells Noah. "We investigated strange occurrences, aliens, people who ended up in the wrong time, demons," he tries to explain, never quite sure how to put it. "But not murderers," he adds softly. "Not regular human murderers."

He takes a breath. "Sometimes I wonder if there's a way to see if it is in my memory," he tells Noah, his voice shaking a little. "But then I'm afraid I'll learn something I don't want to remember."
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[personal profile] tw3_ianto_jones 2016-01-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe," Ianto replies, but it feels to real to be the kind of thing he was used to seeing, too human. Still, the only other explanation is that he did kill those girls, the ones he sees in his nightmares most of the time, and he can't believe he could do that. He's never wanted to hurt anyone in his life, even to the point of letting himself be hurt instead.

"You're probably right," he tells Noah, smiling softly. "I don't know why I can't have nice dreams sometimes," he goes on, fiddling with the hem of his blanket. "I can't remember the last good one I've had."
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[personal profile] tw3_ianto_jones 2016-01-15 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have helped," Ianto replies, grateful in that moment to have Noah's hand in his, a grounding gesture. "You woke me from that nightmare, talked with me."

He takes a breath, giving Noah a soft smile. "I feel a lot better, actually," he says, and he means it. "I've not told anyone else about that dream before. It feels good to get it off my chest a little." He pauses, squeezing Noah's hand back. "Thank you, Noah."
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[personal profile] tw3_ianto_jones 2016-01-20 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would you mind?" Ianto asks, feeling a bit childish for wanting to take Noah up on his offer, but the idea of having someone here with him until he falls asleep again is too comforting to reject out of hand. "I don't want to keep you, and you've done so much already, but I think it would help, having you here."