Disclaimer: It's quite obvious I don't own Torchwood. If I did, well then I'd be rich and Captain Jack would appear with his shirt off a lot more often. Oh, and Ianto would be immortal too!
AN: Found this challenge on one of my fanfic haunts. It sounded like fun so I thought I'd give it a go. The object was to pick a fandom and, with your music on shuffle, write a short fic based off of each song. You only had until the end of the song to finish it. This is a collection of all my Torchwood responses. Planned 10 in all, but there might be more as I really enjoyed writing these.
Song: All Out of Love
Artist: John Barrowman
Takes Place between Sound of Drums and LOTL
Jack swayed in his chains, staring up at the automatic clock ticking away above his head, the sound of the Valiant's engines groaning around him. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back, absently tugging on his chains, struggling in vain to shift into a more comfortable position. It had been a long day. Death by electrocution was never a fun way to go as far as he was concerned. Dying was never fun, but that was besides the point.
Sighing he gave up trying to get comfortable and instead turned his thoughts inward. Instantly the image of Ianto; sharply pressed suit clinging to his athletic form, light blue eyes staring up at him, lips twisted in that adorable wry smile he loved to kiss… Ianto, his beautiful Ianto. How could he have been so foolish as to leave? He hadn't been thinking clearly, the excitement at finally finding the Doctor again had made him temporarily abandon his senses. Cursing himself for three times the idiot Jack shook his head forcefully and gazed back up at the clock, blinking rapidly against the tears that stung his eyes. It didn't matter now. The Year was almost over. The Doctor would set things right, would stop the Master. Then he could go home. He didn't know how the younger man would take his return but he had to at least try to win him back. He knew now what he had refused to acknowledge before, knew now what it was he felt for the younger man…he'd been wrong to leave the way he did. It couldn't be too late to go back and fix it though. He'd apologize, explain how wrong he'd been, how sorry he was, and beg Ianto to take him back if that's what it took. So long as he got him back. He was so lost without him….
AN: Please tell me what you thought! I did this on a lark and am not sure how it came out to be honest….
