Summary Jack's thoughts after Day 5
Disclaimer I own nothing. If I did, IANTO WOULD LIVE!!
Jack stared at his daughter. Two people in two days. He'd lost two important people in two days. His daughter would never speak to him again. But even that didn't compare to the pain of losing Ianto. Holding his lover in his arms as he died. Jack didn't want to come back from death this time. He wanted to die and be with Ianto, but now, he was alone. God, he'd never forget that man. Everyone knew Jack Harkness was a player. He'd sleep with anyone or anything, but he'd never forget his sexlife with Ianto. But, in their relationship sex was't important.
The nights Jack would never forget were not filled with sex. They were nights spent talking about everything and nothing, their families, their pasts, dreams of the future. Just drinking coffee in the Hub or Ianto's flat, watching movies. Sometimes, they sat in silence. They knew that there was no need for conversation between them. They could sit in eachother's arms and just live and love.
But that was finished. Jack would never hear those Welsh vowels say his name again, never stare into the deep never ending blue of Iant's eyes, never hear the word cariad again in that beautiful voice. He'd never hold Ianto in his arms again and that destroyed him. Jack never cried. He'd lost so many people in his long life, that he was used to it. But Ianto was different. Jack loved Ianto and he never said it. Jack regretted that more than anything in his life. He couldn't fix it. It was too late. He was gone. Jack remained, but at the same time, he was gone, dead inside. Everyone could see it. All it took was one death to destroy a man with nothing to lose, who now had nothing to live for.
Ianto was gone and he took Jack with him.
A/N I hope you enjoyed. Sorry about the angst. I kinda cried writing it. Please review and tell me what you think. AND DAY FIVE WAS A COP OUT. WTF JACK?? DON'T RUN. BRING IANTO BACK!!