Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood or "Blessed" by Elton John.
A/N: Just a quick drabble I thought of while walking home one day listening to Elton John songs.
Blessed
"Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed."
Jack sat behind his desk, just thinking. The rest of the team had gone out on an alien call and, as was the usual during the past couple of months, he was left behind.
"I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed."
He missed leading the team, running out into the danger, holding his trusty Colt revolver in front of him, his greatcoat billowing in the wind. But at the same time, he was happy. Happy because he was getting another chance. Another chance at love, another chance to have a family. He just hoped to god he didn't screw this one up as well.
"And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky."
Jack was carrying Ianto's child, Ianto's glorious child. Well, not so glorious when said child was messing with his insides, but aside from that...amazing. Not that this child could replace Daniel. No one could ever replace Daniel. Daniel was Jack's first child, the offspring of him and a previous Doctor long ago.
"Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed."
The baby couldn't handle the time lord and 51st century human DNA it had been given, and quickly shut itself down. A painful and tragic process that had left Jack alone with an empty shell of a child and a Doctor never knowing he had a son.
"I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed."
But that had been hundreds of years ago; it was a different time now. Ianto was human and wouldn't leave him. They could raise their child together.
A/N: What did you think?