Falling Slowly.
Falling slowly was not Jack's style.
When he fell, he fell hard and fast.
It had been that way with the Doctor,
It had been that way with the real Captain Harkness,
It had been that way with Anya.
But now Jack found himself in unknown territory.
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Ianto Jones was unlike anyone else he had ever known.
He was quiet without being shy,
And confidant without having to be the centre of attention.
He was strong
But he didn't need to make anyone else feel weak to be that way.
Ianto always knew what to say,
And he also knew when no words were needed.
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
It had started as a spark.
An instant flicker of attraction,
But nothing more.
He had never expected anything to come of it.
Of course he had flirted,
Because that was what he did.
But it was all supposed to just be harmless fun.
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant to
Will play themselves out
But the spark had grown into a flame
And Jack had been drawn in like a moth.
He still couldn't decide
Whether that was a good thing or not.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
All he knew was that without realising it
He had fallen in love with Ianto Jones,
And he was in deep.
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
The first time he had started to feel the flames lick at his heart
He had run back to the Doctor.
But the Doctor had changed.
And then the Master had captured him.
And he had had to live through a year of hell.
A year that hadn't happened.
And the only thing that had kept him going,
Kept him sane,
Was the thought that Ianto needed him.
Ianto was out there somewhere
And Jack had to find him.
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted back
He thanked whatever gods were up there everyday that Ianto didn't remember that year.
Jack didn't think he'd be able to go on living
If Ianto remembered even a moment of that hell.
Not that he had a choice about the living part,
But the point still stood.
Ianto had been through too much already
To have to deal with what had happened
Under the Master's reign of terror.
Jack had put him through so much.
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time you won
But now Jack back at Torchwood,
Was that any better for Ianto?
He had abandoned him
Abandoned them all.
They shouldn't trust him
But they did.
Ianto trusted him.
Why?
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Earlier that night,
In the throws of passion
Ianto had said it.
He had said the words that had been drifting around in Jack's had for a year.
"I love you."
He hadn't said it back.
He wasn't ready yet
To drop the act,
To let his lover really see him.
The true,
Horrible monster
That lived under the pretty face.
He wasn't ready to walk willingly into the fire yet.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made now
And now all he could do was sing under his breath
To the sleeping man in his arms
And hope.
Hope that maybe
Someday
He could stop pretending
And let himself become completely engulfed in the raging fire.
And burn
With Ianto.
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
A/N: 'Falling Slowly' belongs to Glen Hansard and everyone involved with 'Once'. Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC.
This fic however belongs to me, and I'm rather proud of it. Please R&R and tell me what you think.
I urge anyone who hasn't seen 'Once' yet to see it as soon as possible. It completely deserves every bit of praise that is being heaped on it and this song defiantly deserves its Oscar.
I'm not really sure when this fic is set, I'll let you decide yourselves.
It's my brother's birthday today so I'm dedicating this to him, Happy Birthday Tuan!