Someone to Watch Over Jack.
Summary: Who's there when Jack needs someone to cling to in the vague hope that one day everything may be right with the world?
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, in fact, I own nothing except for possibly the plot.
Ianto knelt down beside Jack, " Hey." He said quietly, sprawling on the floor next to his friend, his back up against the wall. He felt Jack move to put his head on Ianto's shoulder, and put an arm around him, " You okay?" He looked down to see Jack shake him head miserably. Jack sniffed and Ianto squeezed his shoulders tightly. Jack snuggled up close to him, his eyes closed, looking almost childlike as his chest softly rose and fell with each painful breath he took. The bullet wound wasn't bad, it was already closing up, but it still hurt, and Jack clutched Ianto's arm tightly as he stood up. Supporting the older man, Ianto walked back to the SUV, and they drove back to Cardiff in silence; Gwen in the front with Ianto, who was driving, Jack in the back with Owen and Tosh.
By the time they arrived back at the Hub, Jack's wound had closed up, and they were already talking over the details of the case. Uncharacteristically, Jack gave everyone the rest of the day off, and, yawning, made his way inside. He stood, watching the rest of the team as they grabbed their bags and left, each shooting him a worried glance on their way out. As Owen left, he looked up at Jack and raised an eyebrow. Jack rolled up his sleeve, showing Owen the place where he had been shot. The patch of skin was still red and raw, but the wound was gone. Owen frowned deeply, but left all the same, throwing Jack a mock salute and a grin. Owen was one of the changes in the team which Jack was having the hardest time adjusting to since he had returned. The younger man was know moew comfortable with himself, and, it seemed, had forgiven Jack for anything he might have done in the past. And focusing on the transgressions of the present. You couldn't have everything...
He sighed and turned away to find Ianto leaning against the opposite wall of the office arms crossed, watching him studiously, " Jack?" He asked softly, " Are you sure you're okay?"
Jack just shook his head, sliding down to sit with his back against the wall, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Ianto crossed the room in two long strides, crouching down next to his friend and lover, and enveloping him in a crushing hug. For a second, Jack lay unresponsive in Ianto's arms, crumpled and sobbing helplessly, seemingly unaware that he was being held, then he leant into the hug, leaning against Ianto for support, his intentions for once having nothing to do with sex. Ianto's hand rubbed circles across Jack's back, keeping up the constant motion, until the other man was able to speak coherently and explain exactly what was going on in his head. Suddenly, the words came flooding from Jack's mouth, as he described that hellish year in the master's clutches and the events leading up to it. Ianto's rage grew as he listened, then, quietly, calmly, he asked a few questions once Jack was finished. Who was the Doctor? How did they come to meet? This, naturally, led onto an explantion of the gamestation and what had happened there, leaving out nothing, including Jacks one kiss with the man who Ianto had always felt he could never compete with. Ianto sighed, but didn't pull away. Then, Jack softly told him how no one could ever mean more to him than Ianto did, right here, right now. And Ianto kissed him softly, stroking his hair, then chuckling softly as it sprung up from beneath his fingers.
Jack relished in the feeling on Ianto's body pressed close to his, in the knowledge that his lover was safe, and that he was here with him. Jack could feel Ianto's anger, his indignation on Jack's behalf, at what had been done to him, but made no effort to calm him down. At this point, he needed someone who felt the same way as he did, someone who understood what he was going through. He looked up at Ianto, who stared into his eyes, as if searching for something. Jack's eyes were wide, and through them, Ianto could almost see his fear, the terror that came with memories of torture, and something that went beyond torture into something that was so terrifying for Ianto, and Jack as well, that neither wanted to think about it any longer. So they did what they always did when they wanted to block something out. They had sex. It was more of a nessecity than anything else, raw and powerful, but at the same time an expression of Jack's love and need to have Ianto in his life, with him. Finally, Jack fell asleep in Ianto's arms, his head on Ianto's chest, hands gripping his lover's shirt tightly, and clinging to him as though Ianto is the only thing keeping him from finally giving up and falling apart. And maybe that's exactly what he is.
Please review, this is my first Torchwood fic in a while... in fact, this is my first fic in a while. XD