Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, John would sing the soundtrack.
A/N: I'm going to update either my Sick!Jack fic or mpreg!Snape fic today. Other than that, enjoy!
I Made It Through The Rain
Ianto puttered around, picking up trash from the floor of the Hub while listening to music.
"We dreamers have our ways,
Of facing rainy days,
And somehow we survive.
We keep the feelings warm,
Protect them from the storm,
Until our time arrives."
Ianto started moving gracefully in time to the music. This song seemed to have a parallel to his thoughts, somehow he had survived through the Lisa incident. He had been down in the Archives with a gun held underneath his chin, but Jack had come down right before he pulled that trigger and Jack snatched the gun right out of his hands. That's when Ianto had broken down, right then and there.
"Then one day the sun appears,
And we come shining through those lonely years.
I made it through the rain,
I kept my world protected,
I made it through the rain,
I kept my point of view,
I made it through the rain,
And found myself respected,
By the others who,
Got rained on too."
Jack was his sun. Jack came shining through to him after what happened with Lisa. After he had broken down, Jack kept a special eye over him, making sure he never got so close to killing himself again. And after all the chaos, he had gotten the respect of his teammates. They saw that behind the facade, the "tea-boy" really did have problems, some of which ran far deeper than theirs.
"When friends are hard to find,
And life seems so unkind,
Sometimes you feel afraid.
Just aim beyond the clouds,
And rise above the crowds,
And start your own parade."
Before the Cyberwoman, the team had really only been Ianto's colleagues, in truth, they had been his superiors. But since then, they had started to see Ianto as an equal, a friend. Now, instead of just coming to him for coffee or takeout orders, they came to him to talk or even get advice.
"Cause when I chase my fears away,
That's when I knew that I could that I could finally say,
I made it through the rain,
I kept my world protected,
I made it through the rain,
I kept my point of view,
I made it through the rain,
And found myself respected,
By the others who,
Got rained on too.
And made it through."
Out of this whole catastrophe, starting with the Battle of Canary Wharf, he had lost so much; his place as leader of Torchwood One, his girlfriend that he loved dearly, his sanity was slipping for a while before he came back to work for Torchwood Three and his health was not great. But he had gained so much more. Not in amount, but in how important they were to him. Ianto had gained friends who would do anything for him, even if they ribbed him a bit. He had gained a steady relationship with a man he loved, and he realized that anyone would be lucky to have the team he had.
"I made it through the rain,
I kept my world protected,
I made it through the rain,
I kept my point of view,
I made it through the rain,
And found myself respected,
By the others who,
Got rained on too.
And made it through...
And made it through...
And made it through."
Ianto snapped out of his reverie and went to shut the iPod off so that he could actually get some work done instead of going into another "deep reflection" mood. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything with the beautiful voice of the singer in his ear. Jack has loaded a ton of songs from a musician called "John Barrowman" onto his music player. Ianto knew nothing about him besides that he had a wonderful voice and that he knew exactly what would be playing during the next one of he and Jack's "intimate nights."
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