Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, nope, not me, no sir, no way, no how.
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack's thoughts at the end of Day Four
Beta: Nope, no one, nada, again, this is just another story I had to get out of my head before the voices in there threatened to eat it.
Word Count: 310
I Wish
I wish I could tell you.
I wish I could say the words.
I wish I could wrap you in my arms and hold the world at bay for as long as I could manage.
I wish you weren't so damned stubborn.
I wish I could have forced you to stay behind.
I should have pushed you away that night in the park, shaken your hand, and made sure that you never got anywhere close to me again.
But you made such good coffee, and you were so damned stubborn.
I SHOULD have shot you after you brought that thing into my home.
But you called me a monster, and my pride wouldn't let me prove you right.
You betrayed me again, and still, I gave up my life for you and the rest of them, but you couldn't wait for me.
I wish it had been you keeping vigil, waiting for me to wake up, or to be the last one to see my face, and finally close the crypt door.
But you were so damned stubborn, locked away in your "quaint little categories," that I had to kiss you.
I had to open your eyes.
I ran away to get my answers, but I came back for you.
I said I came back for everyone, but I only asked to see you.
She got her ring.
She got her normalcy, and I wouldn't change that for the world, because I had you.
I kissed you, I sent you away so that you'd live.
Yet you managed to be the one who rescued me.
You dropped me off of the edge of a quarry, but yes, you did rescue me.
And now, we're lying here, dying, and I can't save you.
"I love you."
"Don't."
Please, whatever deity there is out there, please, just don't.
Just don't.