A/N: I wrote this last year, so I can't say that this is my best work, but I do like it, and I hope you do as well.
Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing- no Torchwood, no Captain Jack Harkness, and no attractive tea boy.
In The Shadow of A Tree
He sits there, beneath the stars,
On the cool, damp grass,
In the shadow of a tree.
He's not sure what sort of tree it is, nor can he say that he cares.
Jack would have known;
Jack always knew these sort of things.
If Jack were there he would have told him…
Not that Ianto would have paid much attention if he did.
No, he would have just lay there in the grass,
His head in Jack's lap,
Listening to the mixture of sound that was crickets, Cardiff, and Jack…
But Jack wasn't there,
So it didn't matter in the slightest.
All that mattered was that he was there,
Under that tree,
And Jack was somewhere else,
Doing god knows what.
A/N: Angsty, I know, but I think it turned out alright. If you liked it, which I hope you did, please let me know. First ten reviewers get my undying gratitude... and if I get more than ten reviews, well, those reviewers get just as much gratitude, if not more.