A/D: I do not own Torchwood, Jack, Ianto or Lisa. If I did, it'd be Janto-All the way, Everyday.

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Sometimes, he wished it were still Lisa he was waking up next to in the mornings. He wished it were her smile that started his day, wished vainly that it were her ice cold feet that nudged him out from under the covers, her freshly shampooed hair that drove all other scents away and her skin that he ran his touch over. He wished he could tell her that he loved her over and over again. Just because he felt she deserved that much from him. Ianto doesn't think he said it enough to her.

He'd hoped to marry her one day. They'd had discussed it before and he knew she was as committed to this as he was. He'd envisioned her in the white dress they'd seen in the bridal shop once. It was a beautiful embroidered chiffon dress and when she'd walked out of the dressing room, it literally took his breath away. They say that when you have a moment of epiphany, everything else no longer matters. It was like that for him at that particular moment. Lisa looked stunning in everything, of course. Even when she was walking around in his slacks and shirts with her morning hair and all, she still made his heart skip a beat. But, Ianto knew that she looked like the angel she was to him in that white dress.

As he begins his day, he also fears. He fears he may never love another woman again. Yes, there was that thing with Jack Harkness. He never said it, but he loves Jack, in a way that was true, just not in the way that he'd loved his Lisa. He fears that he will never forget her face when she died, fully knowing that he'd brought that upon her himself. If he stay still enough in their too large bed at night and let the silence drown him, he could smell the sharp coppery scent of blood; her blood on his hands. The image of her glassy stare haunts his every dream. These days, sleep no longer hold any rest. Someday, maybe never, Ianto hopes he can finally forgive himself for the life he let slip away.

Smoothing out his suit and tie, he walks into the Hub. It is the only place he can escape the things that haunt him. Ironic, really. This was also the place she'd died at his hand. The pterodactyl gave a call, greeting his arrival. It was always the first thing he greets when he arrives. Throwing it a bar of chocolate (preferably dark), he took a deep breath. Any hopes wishes or fears that existed in Ianto Jones were always pushed aside when he walks in for work. "Morning Ianto." The bossman smiles from the top floor. Nodding, he made his way to the work area, he puts on a smile for all to see.

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A/N: My first Torchwood fic. I'll be brutally honest. I've never seen a single episode of the show. At all. Any mistakes are truly mine and mine alone. So how did I do? Candy floss for anyone who reviews. =3

******* Okay. Ianto did not pull the trigger. I repeat Ianto DID NOT pull the trigger. Lol. Thanks to all the fantastic people who had reviewed me. You guys are super awesome in accepting my flaws. Especially the fact that I'd never seen an ep before. This reposted(?) version is for you guys with all the cherries on top. I love the characters and all that this show is about and I shouldn't think that just because I am not avidly, religiously (which I Should be doing, actually) watching the series, doesn't mean that I cannot be pro-Janto. Btw, this is my fic. If it confuses you, well, truly deeply from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry for you. *********