DISCLAIMER- Nope. Don't own it.
Just a little Janto drabble, set between Series 1 + 2. And for anyone who cares, I will update A Rose By Any Other Name soon. I promise. Really. I will.
The title's from Corrine Bailey Rae's album. Called Corrine Bailey Rae. Wonder how she thought of that...
Leant on the windowsill, watching the city- it was how Ianto Jones spent most of his nights these days. It wasn't even worth trying to sleep, not without Jack next to him, holding him close and chasing away whatever horrors his own mind invented to torture him with. So he leant on the windowsill and he watched the city.
Well…he was trying to watch the city, but in reality he was searching it. Searching it for something- or rather, someone. Scanning the streets for the man he'd lost to the stars. He'd check every alleyway, every road, every street corner for a flash of that greatcoat that was just so Jack. And every time he'd see nothing, nothing but ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, when the one he was looking for was anything but.
And sometimes he'd leave the city behind. He'd look up at the sky and try and count the stars like he did when he was a little boy, but he'd always lose count, just like he did all those years ago. So he'd try and work out how far away they were, or how long it would take to travel to them or- most importantly- whether Jack would be there.
Because he knew where he'd gone. He'd left them to travel the Universe with his Doctor. He tried to blame him, but he couldn't. Who would stay here when you could have the stars? All he hoped is that one day he'd come back, back to the life he'd once had in the dirt and the sewers of Cardiff city and to the man who looked up at the sky and thought of him.
And- even if it was selfish of him- he hoped that wherever he was, he'd look down on the Earth and think of him too.