I'll be by your side

Ianto's POV

Ianto's speech is from Torchwood: the Dead Line; a radio show, so I don't own the words to that part, or the cast, even though I would love to. Enjoy!

Jack and I had been driving down the road. The wind was blowing through the open windows of the SUV as we talked, about nothing really, mostly small talk. One of Jack's hands was intertwined with mine. We were on our way to investigate some piece of alien tech that had fallen through the rift, and caused some damage to a house about ten minutes from the hub.

It was a long day so far, and it was only 1:00 in the afternoon. We were approximately two minutes from our destination, when a truck came barreling towards us. The driver was in the wrong lane, and going nearly twice our speed. The immortal tried to swerve away, but the other vehicle was going too fast.

"Jack!" I managed to yell, right before everything went black.

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I awoke to the smell of smoke, and an extreme pain in my entire body. I couldn't see much, as various pieces of the dashboard shoved themselves further into my face. I only noticed one thing. Jack's voice wasn't speaking to me. His hand was still locked with mine, but it was motionless.

"Jack?" I called out. "Jack!" There was no response.

A clanking sound hit the side of the car, and a part of the door was ripped away. I saw a fire rescue man working his way in.

"Are you alright in there?" The voice yelled.

"Help!" That came from me.

TWTWTWTWTW

After being pulled from the SUV, we were transferred immediately to a hospital. Jack still never moved.

I only had a broken arm, and a mild concussion, nothing to serious. My captain, on the other hand, was in a coma. He was suffering from serious head trauma, and I didn't know why he wasn't healing.

The doctors told me to talk to him, as that helps the comatose brain. I wasn't sure what to say.

"They say you're supposed to talk to people when they're in a coma, don't they," I started. "I have no idea whether you can hear me, Jack. I've never heard of anybody coming out of one and carrying on the conversation. So I suspect it's probably something the doctors tell us to do, to make us feel better, rather than help you. We don't feel quite so useless and helpless. We get the feeling there's still some sort of purpose in our lives. Not just waiting. Waiting for the science to work, or the miracle to happen, or the nightmare to end." I paused, taking in a sharp breath.

"I'm not much of a talker Jack, you know that. But I'll talk to you now on the off chance that it helps. Just promise me, if you're hearing this, that when you come round, and you're going to Jack, you're gonna come out of this. Just, promise me you'll never bring up anything I say to you now. How's that? We got a deal?" Was I really going to go into this with him now?

"This must be the longest that I've ever looked at you and not seen you smile. I've watched you in your sleep. Did you know that?" Was this coming out strange? "So many times. Just woken up beside you in the middle of the night, and watched you. Watched your eyes moving behind your eyelids as you dreamed. And tried to imagine what a man like you could possibly dream about. The things you've seen, the lives you've lived, the people you've loved. I wondered if you were dreaming about me. I hoped you were dreaming about me." I was near tears. "But let's be honest Jack, I'm nothing more than a blip in time for you."

"Every day I grow a little older. But you're immortal. You've already lived a thousand lifetimes. How could you watch me grow old and die? How can I watch me grow old and die? How can I watch you live and never age a day? I suppose we both know that will never be a problem. Not in this job. No one in Torchwood ever lives to draw their pension do they?" I chuckled, and imagined hearing him doing the same. "Even if by some, miracle, I survive to see my hair turn grey, or God forbid, fall out, I don't kid myself that you'd still be around to see it."

"One day, you'll go again just like you did before. And this time you won't be back. Maybe that's what you're dreaming about those nights when I watch you sleeping. Maybe that's why, even when you sleep, I see you smile. But you haven't gone yet Jack, I know that. I know you're coming back to me."

I burst into tears. My cheeks were hot and red. I wanted to hear his American accent. I wanted him to tell me it was all ok, but I knew that wasn't possible. I would have to wait.

A/N

I love this Speech from Ianto! I'll post more, but please let me know what you think of it, and if you have any suggestions for the future of it. Ok, Bye! ~Lexi~