a/n: so these are going to be my Torchwood/ Doctor Who Drabbles. There will be various different parings through out them obviously and each story is a stand alone though if populare demand arrises they may be turned into actually chapter long stories. :)

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The One Thing We Never Discuss

Song- Fic One Shot

a/n: Ianto/OC songfic to John Barrowman's 'What about us' Mentions of Janto but mainly Ianto/OC fluff. Children of Earth fix it :D Cause Ianto never should have died!

Guess we've been talking too long
We know what we need
Separately
You say the honeymoon's over
I don't wanna push
But what about us?
It's ringing in my head
It's not what you say
It's what you haven't said

Eimile stood at the bay over looking Cardiff harbor tears running down her cheeks as she watched the small sprinkling rain droplets hit the water down below her own tears mixing with them in their descent. I'm so stupid she thought running her hand down her face as she tried to calm herself and stop the seemingly endless flow of tears. He was just a guy after all. Not just a guy her subconscious shouted at her starting a whole new flow of tears. "All men should just be shot," she muttered spitefully to herself scrunching up her eyes trying to blink away the tears.

"Well it's good to know you're forgiving," commented a distinctly male voice from behind her causing Eimile to jump and spin around to face the speaker only to feel her knuckles tighten in anger.

"What are you doing here?" she asked scowling at him.

"I wanted to talk," he said simply his caring blue eyes piercing deep into her own hazel ones causing her knees t go weak as they had always done when he looked at her.

"Ianto…I don't want to talk anymore," Eimile whispered unable to tear her eyes away from his youthful face as he took a few cautious steps towards her.

"Eimile, please," he said.

"Ianto, I can't forgive you. He's…he's our boss," she snapped.

"You dated him," Ianto pointed out.

"For a week and it was horrible," She rebutted crossing her arms hostilely.

"I want you Em," he muttered placing a hand on her cheek.

Just as his skin made contact with her's, the sight of Jack's lips pressed against Ianto's and their naked bodies intertwined on the same floor where she and Jack had once had sex as well flashed before Eimile's eyes and, she stepped away from Ianto hastily wrapping her arms around her body in a feeble attempt to comfort herself. She had loved Ianto Jones all her life, it wasn't like she could just turn it off. He made her so weak and vulnerable.

Eimile twelve years old skipping down their street dragging Ianto along with her as she led the way to her Aunt's house. "Come on Yan!" she teased.

"I don't like your Aunt she scares me," he commented trying to tug himself away from his best friend.

"Oh she's not that bad," Eimile teased mussing up his hair with her free hand.

"Please Em let's go back to mine," he said tugging on her arm and causing her to face him properly.

Eimile sighed looking into Ianto's slightly cloudy blue eyes smiling as she rolled her eyes at him. "Fine fine fine, I'm telling her you wanted to stay over at yours though," Eimile threatened waggling her finger at him and smirking.

"EM! Please don't!" he exclaimed as they turned round and started heading down the street the other way.

"I'm going to! And next time we go over you won't get any of those liquorish sticks!" Eimile laughed at her friend's distress.

"That's no fair," he pouted.

"Hmmm sorry mate, life's not fair," she said bumping her hip with his.

Ianto and Eimile both stopped for a brief moment and stared at each other in the middle of the side way their arms still hooked together. Suddenly Ianto began to lean in his face growing alarmingly close to her's as he did so and just before his lips touched hers Eimile turned away blushing madly causing Ianto's nose to bump with her's in the process. Both children blushed fiercely but Ianto gave Eimile a determined look putting a hand on either side of her neck and leaning in pressing his lips to her's. "I love you Eimile O'Neil," Ianto breathed softly.

So What about us?
What about love?
What about saying
That we'll never give up?
Don't wanna blame ya,
We're in danger
So what about us?
Guess we've been trying too hard
We misunderstood
What's good for us
I'm tired emotionally inside
Night after night,
We fight till we cry

Seventeen years old Eimile and Ianto were dancing together at a London bar smiling and laughing the whole time like teenagers do. It was their makeup gift to each other. The two had once again been fighting for months on end as it seemed to have become a regular patter, fight and then go out for drinks and make up. This time it had been over Eimile's boyfriend and the fact she was dating anyone at all, not like Ianto had even asked Eimile out over all those years yet he still told her he loved her. Ianto was taking a breaking and looking at a pretty red haired girl out of the corner of his eyes when Eimile came up to him bouncing around with adrenaline and liquor. "Ianto Jones come dance with me love," she giggled taking his hands and kissing them both before putting them around her waist laughing more.

"Whatever you say my queen," Ianto laughed as well allowing himself to be dragged out onto the dance floor by the hyperactive brunette.

"Yan you've actually got do dance," Eimile pouted after a minute of dancing around her best friend.

"I am dancing," he replied.

"Well you're rubbish at it," she pointed out.

"You wanna see dancing?" he challenged.

"Course I do!" she laughed.

Ianto took her by the waist and pulled her body flush against his causing Eimile to giggle and whisper in his ear," Gee Yan I didn't know you could be so commanding." He brushed off the comment and focused himself on the intricate dance he was doing with her in which thankfully he was leading seeing as he had had considerably less to drink than his female counterpart.

As they danced Ianto watched Eimile giggle and smile the whole time and he wondered how could he have ever said such horrible things as he had to such a precious creature as she. He hated making her cry.

I don't know what's wrong or right
Is every word you say
What's really on your mind?
So what about us?
What about love?
What about saying
That we'll never give up?
Don't wanna blame ya
We're in danger
So what about us?

"What do you have to say then?" she murmured softly pulling the blanket tighter around her freezing body as she sat uncomfortably on Ianto's couch, wondering in the back of her mind if they had shagged here as well.

"It was a mistake Em," Ianto said firmly.

"A mistake?" she questioned. "It's always a mistake, Yan."

"Eimile," Ianto began pausing for a moment staring into her usually perfect porcelain face that was now streaked with red streaks from tears and continuous rubbing of her eyes. "I wouldn't throw you away just for a shag. You're the most important person in my life. Always have been always will be."

Eimile said nothing she couldn't really think of what she wanted to say to him, there was nothing to say, he had done something wrong. The ultimate wrong and she ought to break up with him straight away and never look back but they would see each other every day at work and every day she would see those sad cloudy blue eyes staring at her from across the hub begging to be forgiven. She loved him and he loved her it was as simple as that but now Ianto had shagged Jack. Not only had he done it but she had walked in on it. The man she loved and her boss shagging it up on the floor of his room. She felt like she couldn't be sure anymore if Ianto really wanted her or if Jack was what was on his mind now.

"We said we'd never give up on this, Eimile. Please don't give up on me," Ianto whispered now kneeling in front of her holding both of her hands between his own. "What about us?"

"We were kids," she replied. "I don't blame you. I just don't want to see you right now."

When we love,we lie
When we talk,we hide
Maybe I'm searching blind
I'm worn out,
Confused
What are we to you?
What are we doin'?
What are we doin'?

Two years later. Eimile jumped out of the car and took off as fast as he short legs could carry her down the street to the building where she knew Jack and Ianto to be at with the rest of the government officials that were supposedly trying to communicate and rationalize with the 456. All she had heard was that there was some sort of biohazard in the building. Her legs couldn't pump fast enough for her racing heart. She had to tell him. She couldn't let him die with out knowing. He couldn't die. She couldn't think like that! She loved him. She loved Ianto Jones and she had never even told him. Tears streamed down her face as she collided with the front doors of the building; locked. "Damn it!" she screamed pounding her fist against the glass as hard as she could.

"Eimile!" Gwen yelled over the coms.

"What?" she snapped.

"There's an entrance around back that shouldn't be locked try that one," she said.

Eimile didn't say anything back she simply spun on her heel so fast that she left a skid mark on the pavement as she took of around to the back of the building. When she got to the doors Gwen had designated she threw them open holding the gas mask over her face as she ran up the stairs as fast as she could. The elevators ought to be out and her legs once again just weren't fast enough. "I've lost contact with Jack! Hurry Eimile!" Gwen exclaimed.

"I know! I'm on it!" Eimile confirmed panting as she the top of the twentieth flight of stairs. She was almost there she told herself pushing harder to get herself up the stairs. What if he's already dead? What if Jack couldn't save him? What are they doing to them? The thoughts raced through her mind faster with every step she took and though she tried to fight them off they just kept coming back again to taunt her.

So what about us?
What about love?
That's the one thing we never discuss
Don't wanna blame ya
But we're in danger
What about us?

She stood at the doors her mind slightly comatose as she tried desperately to process what had happened. None of it was coming in quite clearly as she looked down at the blue sheet that covered the man she loved next to one of her best friends as well as her boss. Dead? How could he be dead? How could either of them be? How had Jack let this happen? He knew how dangerous this would be. Why did he even let Ianto go into the building with him? If he had mad Ianto stay at base with herself and Gwen then it would all be fine. Jack would come back to life and Ianto wouldn't be under the sheet right now. He couldn't be dead. They had just gotten engaged. Bloody fucking engaged! After dancing around their relationship for years and years he had finally asked her and now he was lying there completely still and lifeless under a blue sheet next to other dead bodies. A body. That's all the man she loved was now. An empty lifeless shell. A few more tears fell at the thought of that. "Yan," she whispered falling to her knees by where his head was covered by the sheet.

It seemed like she kneeled there sobbing over the dead body of her fiancé for hours. He didn't even get to hear her tell him she loved him. Another particularly violent sob racked through her body, her fingers clutching the sheet helplessly. She wasn't sure she wanted to see his face but at the same time she wanted to kiss him goodnight one last time. He's sleeping she told herself. You can do this. He's sleeping, she repeated in her head over and over as her shaking hand reached out slowly to push the sheet back from his face.

There he was pale, empty, soulless, but he looked as if he were just under a deep sleep just as she was trying to convince herself. "Yan," she began her voice cracking softly. "I know…you told me you…you loved me. I never said it back." She paused staring down at him as a tear fell from her eyes and onto his cheek as if it were his own. "But I do. I love you. I love you more than I love my own life, more than the air I breath, more than the stars in the sky. Nothing can ever truly equate to the love I have and always will have for you," she whispered a few more tears falling down her cheeks and onto his. Slowly and deliberately she leaned down and pressed her warm lips to Ianto's cold lifeless ones, sobbing softly at the dead feeling she got from the confirmation he was really gone.

Sadly she scrunched her eyes closed sighing as she pulled away but something grabbed her and pulled her back causing her to gasp and her eyes to fly open. Instantly Eimile found herself staring into the cloudy blue eyes of Ianto Jones. "How?" she whispered.

"I don't care," he said sitting straight up and wrapping his arms around her. "I love you too Eimile."