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Please enjoy and by the way I was writing this while listening to the TW Original Soundtrack. How original is that!? LOL

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Hope for Jack and Ianto

A ghost that was all what Ianto Jones was. He worked, never complained once and was never noticed. Even now he continued ignoring the searing gaze of his boss. Captain Jack Harkness. Ianto could probably scream at the top of his lungs and nobody noticed; they were too wrapped up in their own lives to see a tortured soul. Even offering to help him grieve was too much for them.

Owen: He worked, drank and screwed as many women as possible.

Toshiko: She kept to her computers, but every once in a while her eyes would follow Owen longingly.

Gwen: Gwen Cooper, the new girl! Already taking her place by Jack as if it was always hers.

And finally.

Jack: He keeps his past in the past, sometimes speaking of past lover.

Ianto watched them hoping just hoping that they would notice him. Hell it took a half- converted Cyberwoman in the basement for them to realise he wasn't just some withdrawn, quiet teaboy. But even after Lisa had tried to kill them that one time, everything seemed to fall back into the routine.

Ianto returned after being suspended keeping his thoughts to himself. Burrowing deeply into work and speaking only when necessary.

Of course Jack saw him and watched him, it pained to see his youngest member become so withdrawn. His smiles holding no emotion, his eyes dead and filled only with grief. How Jack longed to hold Ianto. To tell him everything was going to be alright, and that in time the pain would lessen but not go away no matter how long it clenched your heart.

Jack longed to see the laughter in Ianto's eyes like the day they worked together to capture Myfanwy. He had never seen or heard a laugh like Ianto's.

"Are you worried about him?" Gwen's voice brought him out of his thoughts; Jack leaned back in his chair regarding Gwen for a moment before answering. "Of course." He said no more because what difference would it make if he told Gwen what he really wanted to do. He wanted to talk to Ianto face to face, but not right now. He got the feeling that Ianto wanted nothing to do with any of the other members of TORCHWOOD.

Jack knew that Ianto hid himself away when his thoughts got the better of him. He watched the young Welshman cry in the place where Lisa was killed. He saw him look at his hand as if he could still see the blood.

He had counted the days where Ianto would scrub the floor where Lisa and the pizza girl were killed. For exactly three hours, he would scrub, until sweat ran down his face mixing with tears before returning to his other duties only to be glared at by Owen.

Tosh she avoided any eye contact with him only when it was necessary.

"Coffee sir?" once again a Welsh accent brought Jack out his thoughts; he hid his expression as Ianto placed a cup of coffee in front of him. A small emotionless smile on his lips. "How are you Ianto?" using the tray as a guard between him and Jack. Ianto shrugged. "Fine, sir." He turned to leave. "If you want to talk, I'm right here." Ianto turned looking over his shoulder, his eyes dark. "Thank you sir." It seemed that Jack was only capable of getting more than three words out of Ianto. His... his? His Welshman was reluctant to engage in any conversation. Maybe he thought he wasn't strong enough to hold back the tears which clogged his throat. Maybe he thought he wasn't strong enough to talk without his voice breaking. It became clear to Jack that Ianto probably didn't want any pity and pity would only make things worse. So Jack carried on watching, hoping that one day Ianto would look him in the eye and smile properly. Hoping the Welshman would hold a conversation for more than three words. Or hoping that the blood he still saw on his hands would fade and allowed him to move on with his life.