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Jack pushed Ianto onto the lift. Ianto didn't take his eyes of Jack. 'I'll be back' Jack said trying to convince Ianto and himself. Ianto couldn't believe this was happening again. Again he was being made to leave on the dammed lift as someone he loved was left below to die. The first time Lisa and now Jack. It's not fair he wanted to scream; he wanted to jump and cling onto Jack because what if Jack like Lisa in the end dies. How could he survive this, how could he survive being blown to pieces? No he thought he will survive. Every thought was of Jack, he kept reciting the same thought in his head as he rose slowly- he will survive, he will survive and yet never taking his eyes of Jack, his coat, his brown gorgeous hair. He still could feel his lips and smell his smell.
'I love you' he whispered knowing that Jack wouldn't hear him but he knew that kiss said exactly that.
Jack could only stare up as Ianto rose, fear held him, scared of Ianto not making it out, scared of Ianto not being there when he woke and also fear that he wouldn't wake. He always thought that it was a curse that he would not age or die whilst all that he loved did but today, this very moment all he wanted to do was survive.