Unfaithful

Unfaithful

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

Jack dared to glance at Ianto. Knowing he was being watched Ianto looked at him, and smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Jack looked away, and glanced at Gwen, and the Doctor who was visiting. He squirmed.


He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true

So many times. Too many times. Again and Again Jack couldn't help it. Ianto was the only one who had ever made him feel guilty. It was killing him.


And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

Ianto watched Jack glance at the other two occupants in the room. Scathingly he wondered which one was his current bed partner, and the horrible truth that it could be both reared its ugly head. He couldn't take this much more. He walked out of the room, and wished he could walk out of Jack's life just as easily. The thing about love, you're always at its mercy. Ianto's lips twitched. Owen, or rather Diane, had that right.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

In the reflection of the coffee machine the Doctor watched the exchange between the two men, and sympathy lit his face. He could only imagine what was going through the younger man's head. He watched him leave and shortly after Gwen left too, to get ready for her date with Jack. The Doctor knew, of course. It infuriated him, and Jack knew his views. He wasn't going to let perhaps one of the most knowledgeable young men die inside because of Jack.


I feel it in the air
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

"You have a choice Jack. Choose well." Jack nodded, not looking into the Doctor's piercing blue eyes. He didn't want to see the accusation. "Ianto will be at Accrista's, Gwen will be in whatever shady bar you chose this week. Make that decision by 7 o'clock." The Doctor walked away, intending to wait in the café opposite Accrista's. He might need to pick up the pieces.


Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

Ianto sat at the table, at 6.59pm. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one. Right on time the Captain walked in and Ianto tried to feel relieved. But he knew Jack would go back to his old ways soon enough. But tonight, he would be Jack's only lover.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Ianto was right. Not even a week. He couldn't do this anymore. On a night, when he knew Jack was with Gwen, he left a single note, with a single sentence, on Jack's desk.


Our love, his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore
Uh
Anymore (anymore)

Slowly, Ianto left the hub, a box packed up. He kept walking, slowly, taking in his surroundings, Cardiff. Who knew when he would return, if at all. He stopped, hearing a whirring noise. He continued and entered the blue box, the Doctor would heal him.


I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer (a murderer)

No no no no

Yeah yeah yeah

Goodbye Jack Harkness. I.J.

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Isn't it annoying when you sit there and figure out how songs can relate to Torchwood. I feel so sad. And what is it with me and angst?! Why can't I write anything happy!! I'm a happy person. Pouts

Insanity