AN: Just a random theory/thought I had today. Reviews are appreciated.
"Why do you keep a diary Ianto?" Jack asked as he and the Welshman lay in his bunk late one night, arms wrapped comfortably around one another in the darkness.
"It seems an unusual thing for a man of your age to do." He added to clarify the reasoning behind his question.
"Two reasons. Firstly so I don't forget anything. I've kept it properly since Canary Wharf… since I moved back to Cardiff. Since I met you." Ianto said.
Jack instinctively pulled the younger man closer as he said "Canary Wharf", knowing the haunting images that place brought along with it.
"And secondly?" He asked gently.
"So you don't forget me. When I die… Torchwood gets all my things. And you're Torchwood. So you'll get my diaries… and I want you to read them… and remember me." Ianto said simply. "And there will be lots of them by the way… I have no immediate plans to get myself killed before you start getting all melancholy on me." He added.
Jack kissed him softly on the forehead. "No danger of me forgetting about you Ianto Jones… you're unforgettable." He murmured softly.