bTitle: /bHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
bAuthor: /bFlanigan8
bPairings: /b Jack/Ianto
bWarnings: /b None
bStatus: /b Complete but if there is interest I might continue
bSummary: /b Set just after iCountrycide/i episode of iTorchwood/. Ianto knows how he feels but does Jack feel the same…
bWord Count: /b 593
bA/N: /b This is my very first fan fiction; yep I have popped that cherry. So please comment and give feedback .Enjoy!
bDisclaimer: /b Alas characters not mine but a girl can dream...right?
Jack sat at his desk, a bottle of whisky in one hand and an empty glass in the other, though he wasn't intending for it to stay that way for long.
"Care to make that two, sir?"
He was so lost in his own thoughts that Jack didn't notice Ianto standing in the door way.
"You should be at home sleeping" Jack didn't raise his eyes from the empty glass as he spoke.
"The images sir, can't shake them…just easier to be awake."
It was at those words that Jack finally looked at Ianto. Even in the dim lighting the bruises and cuts were visible, though Jack knew the pain in Ianto eyes wasn't because of his injuries.
"Still doesn't explain why you are awake ihere,/i" Jack said bluntly his exhaustion evident in his voice.
"Well for one there is no whisky at my house" A slight smirk came across Ianto's face which faded quickly when Jack didn't respond. "I thought I was going to die back there. You know what I kept thinking?" He stepped into Jacks office as he spoke.
"Lisa" Jack spoke with resentment but was too tired to care.
"No sir all I could think about was you. Not being with you, it scared me" Ianto stepped in front of Jacks desk and the tears that welled in his eyes glistened in the light of the small lamp.
It was like a car crash, it was horrible and sad but Jack couldn't tear his eyes away.
The two men stared at each other for what seemed like hours until finally Jack spoke.
"Ianto Jones, don't fall in love with me…trust me it's not worth it" Jack looked down into to his still empty glass, which he had hoped would have magically refilled with whisky by now. Ianto pushed Jacks chin up until their eyes met once more.
"Too late" He said simply before leaning in and kissing Jack softy. He pulled away searching Jack's face for some evidence that he felt the same; Jack didn't need to say it, Ianto just wanted a sign…something...anything. Though as always Captain Jack Harkness showed nothing; Ianto hated that about him but at the same time he knew it was part of the appeal.
Jack had no words. He was definitely not drunk enough to admit anything to Ianto, let alone himself. Instead he pulled away from Ianto's grip and started to descend the ladder to his quarters stopping half down only to say over his shoulder that Ianto could have the couch if he wanted. He couldn't face this tonight too much had happened. He didn't want to lose Ianto he knew that, but was it love? No Jack really didn't want to love anyone ever again because it hurt too much; he had enough pain so he closed himself off and didn't let anyone in, except one person was slowly wriggling his way under the locked door…Ianto Jones.