Author Note: Torchwood is owned by the BBC.
Mirror Revelations
Ianto Jones stared into the mirror, there it was. Just sitting there innocently enough, but there it was.
A grey hair.
More importantly his first grey hair.
It was to be expected Torchwood was a stressful job at best; let alone when you spent most of the past couple of years grieving and then putting up with Owen Harper in the workplace. Ianto could remember Lisa getting her first grey hair at twenty five and she had freaked out. But this grey hair was more important than any grey hair anyone had gotten. This grey hair signified his getting older and made him realise that one day he was going to look older than Jack.
They once joked about Jack being a bit of a cradle robber, Jack had a hundred plus years on Ianto and would always be the older and more experienced of the two. But just because Jack was the older, it didn't mean that he was always going to look the eldest. Ianto stared at that grey hair and realised that what he had was not going to last forever. He loved Jack and he knew that Jack loved him; words weren't needed they showed it through how they were with one another, but love simply wasn't enough. Ianto of all people knew that attraction was needed; he had loved Lisa but couldn't help but shudder at her appearance as a Cyberman. He couldn't help but wonder how scarred his beautiful girlfriend would be once the Cyberman armour was off.
So what would happen if he got lucky in this job and got old? Wrinkles? Grey hair? God forbid what if he went bald? He'd put on weight, get arthritis, become forgetful, maybe have to go live in a home. Jack wouldn't and couldn't find him attractive then. Jack would stay with him out of a sense of loyalty but go and shag other people, and Ianto would have to let him because he wasn't selfish. At the moment, up to four orgasms on a good day didn't really faze him, he had a healthy libido that kept up with Jack's, but soon he was going to get tired quicker and not have the energy to play the games that he and Jack so often enjoyed playing.
Ianto looked decisively in the mirror and plucked the offending hair out. It lay there in between his two fingers, innocent enough but it had plagued him with doubts about his future. Was he going to end up old and alone? He'd have no children to look after him in old age, would Jack do it for him? Would Jack go from lover to carer, would that work? Could they do that to themselves? Ianto shook his head and dropped the offending hair; he looked back in the mirror. He didn't have any wrinkles yet, his skin was still smooth and firm. Ianto smiled as two arms snaked around his waist and Jack's head appeared in the mirror, his chin on Ianto's shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.
"We're going to be late to work" Jack murmured. Ianto started as he looked at his watch, he'd got out of the shower nearly half an hour ago, how long had he been staring at that single hair?
"Are you okay?" asked Jack pressing a kiss to Ianto's shoulder. Ianto smiled into the mirror and nodded before turning around in Jack's arms and kissing him passionately. He'd worry about getting old tomorrow, for now he'd enjoy what he and Jack have.