Title: Left behind
Characters: Jack
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: around 450
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR COE!!! BIG ONE.
Summary: He has been left too many times. Can this change?
Author's notes:Quite fluffy; I have been extremely down recently and this came to me fifteen or so minutes ago when I was trying to sleep. It's quite bad, but I needed to get it out. Lemme know what you think please? Thanks.
"I can't believe he's gone; he's really gone." He mumbled through the tears.
Jack Harkness had lost too many people in his life – but none hurt as much as this one.
He had curled himself up in the centre of his bed, rocking backwards and forwards. Soft racking sobs escaping his body.
This had been one of the only rooms that hadn't been touched by Frobisher's guards. The rest of the house was in ruins, but this: their sanctuary hadn't been touched. The room they had spent most of the time in. Jack knew he was primarily to blame for it; Ianto would have been content wrapped up on the sofa, watching a film, just cuddling. No, Jack needed the closeness of his body, the feel of skin-on-skin.
Jack remembered telling him that his bedroom was a place for sleeping and love-making. The latter had been rejected since he moved in. It had been rejected for the two years he had lived there. They both knew it. Jack needed the harshness, the passion of a shag or a fuck. But he could never get so intimate as to love-make.
His eyes slowly traced the room, reliving happy memories that took place around his surroundings. Jack's gaze fell on a picture, turned away from the bed, clearly on purpose. Ianto never did anything without having a reason. Jack pulled his grieving body up to investigate it.
A smile found his face – the first in a very long time at the picture of himself and Ianto. Taken from the CCTV in the hub; Jack didn't like picture's. Not of Ianto. They reminded him of how frail he was and that one day... He remembered the scene in the picture clearly, they were both smiling, Jack was whispering things into Ianto's ear, "When we are all alone, I'm going to give you your birthday present. It's big and takes a lot of unwrapping." Jack's hand was on top of Ianto's. He missed him so much.
He cradled the picture as he walked back over to the bed; curling himself into a foetal position, hugging the frame. Subconsciously, he reached under the pillow for Ianto's pyjamas. They would have smelt of him, just. He pulled them towards him, inhaling his scent.
"You left me all alone; all alone."
"You'll never be alone. Ever. I'll always be with you. Jack, my precious prince." Jack felt a kiss being placed on the top of his head, and smiled. Maybe Ianto was right.
With a single solitary whisper of "I love you," he fell into a peaceful sleep.