A/N: Right, I got the idea for this while looking at my Torchwood 2010 calendar (courtesy of my amazing friends who know me so well!) And in November, it shows Ianto dying at the bottom in the little pictures (yes, it made me cry) and it showed when Jack and Ianto are standing in front of the 456's tank. And you can see their reflections in the glass. And their expressions caught me completely off guard. So I'm going to try and explain these expressions. I hope I do it justice; thanks for reading x
Jack's POV
As I look into the 456's tank, I know I should be focussing on the impossible task in front of me. But I can't help but catch Ianto's eye in the glass. I know I have to win this battle. For him. For everything he's ever done for me, for how he's loved me, stuck by me when I don't deserve it. Because there, written on his face, are a thousand unspoken emotions that I've tried to ignore for so long. His eyes are filled with fear. I want to comfort him, tell him it'll be alright. But I can't promise that. I can't promise him anything.
But there are some things that can't be ignored, not ever. And the way I feel about Ianto Jones is one of them. Knowing I have him by my side is all the motivation I need. Knowing he loves me. That's what makes it all worth it. All the sacrifices I have to make. As long as I get to keep Ianto, they're all worth it. Because he's worth everything. I never want to have to sacrifice him. He's the one thing I'll never allow to be taken away from me. Because he's Ianto Jones, and he's amazing.
Ianto's POV
I try to ignore the look on Jack's face that I see reflected in the glass. It's like none I've ever seen him wear before. His expression is heartbreaking. It's...almost helpless. And I never thought I'd see Jack like that. But then again, hearing stories of the famous Captain Jack Harkness at Torchwood One, I'd never have imagined I'd ever see him at all. Let alone see him in ecstasy, share my world with him, share his bed every night. I never thought I'd fall in love with him. I heard the stories the girls used to gush in the office, but I thought I wouldn't be another one. I thought I'd be different.
In a way, I'm just like those girls in the office. Head over heels in love with him, too scared to ever admit it. I don't know what I'm scared of. Rejection? Maybe. Or maybe it's just the finality of it all. Jack Harkness doesn't do love. I've been told that enough times. Maybe he doesn't, I don't know how he feels about me. We never talk about it. I'm not sure I'd even want to. But it'd be nice, if he would just know. Know I love him.
I know I'll die soon. Everyone does. I suppose I think about death more than anyone ever should. The nights when I wake up next to Jack, watching him, the day I die is always on my mind. I don't know what it'll do to Jack. Maybe he won't miss me. I don't think I'd want him to; I'd just want him to remember me. I don't know if he would. He's got the whole of eternity in front of him. And after all, Jack Harkness doesn't do love...