Us Against The World, a torchwood fanfic

You Must Have Read "I Wanna Grow Old With You" To Be Able To Understand This

It had been one month. Jack had told Owen, Gwen and Tosh that he had gone to visit family for a few months. And when he didn't return, Jack would pronounce him dead. Because that is what it felt like to Jack, part of him had died when Ianto left, so maybe the welsh man might as well be.

You and I, we've been at it so long
I still got the strongest fire
You and I, we still know how to talk
Know how to walk that wire

Jack used to think it would always be like that, they would be able to talk. They would be able to love. They would be able to give. But obviously his lover didn't think the same. Obviously his lover didn't think about what he would do to Jack when he slammed that fucking door in Jacks face. He obviously didn't think that it felt as though he had slammed Jacks heart into his throat, and it would choke him to death a million times over.

Sometimes I feel like The world is against me
The sound of your voice, baby
That's what saves me
When we're together I feel so invincible

Jack struggled. He struggled with Torchwood, with memories and with pain, but his tea boy helped him through. He would hold Jack in his arms and sing sweet words of comfort in his ears. After a while, they didn't need sex for comfort, they still had sex, but it was for different reasons. But when Jack was with Ianto he felt like a finished puzzle, now he was gone he felt like the piece that was chucked back in the box.

Cause it's
Us against the world
You and me against them all
If you listen to these words
Know that we are standing tall
I don't ever see the day that
I won't catch you when you fall
Cause it's us against the world tonight

Jack felt like he could face anything, as long as his hand was held. Jack felt himself fall asleep, as long as songs were sang in his ears. Jack was sure that we would catch his young man, he wouldn't want to get his suit ruined now would he? Because as long as they were together they would be able to do anything.

Jack still dreams about him, about the memories, about the wishful future. But it hurts when he wakes up in the morning to find an empty bed.

There'll be days
we'll be on different sides but
that doesn't last too long
we find ways to get it on track
and know how to turn back on

Now Jack was a nothing. He was a nobody. He had parted from his true soul mate. And he was suffering. And for once, the "innocent tea boy" was guilty. He made Jack fall in love, he made himself Jacks everything. And now he had fucking left Jack, and torn him apart piece by piece. And the worst thing was; he wasn't even going to say goodbye. Jack had cocked that up; apparently.

A/N: There will be another sequel.