READ ME!
A/N: This is a sister piece to "My Tainted Angel", but it can be read alone. This wasn't beta-ed, so if you catch anything feel free to tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. If I did, Season Three would never have existed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Mild slash, so if that offends you, beat it. Mild spoilers for 'End of Days' and Doctor Who episodes 'The Sound of Drums' and 'Last of the Time Lords' (I guess).
So onwards and upwards...
The Prayer of an Immortal
You smiled at me.
When I last held you.
You blushed when I kissed you
In front of them all.
I ran to find a cure,
And I left you behind.
Without a word
Or reassurance
And for that
I'm truly sorry.
But know that you
Were always there
In the forefront of my mind.
And in the time I was gone
I would pray for death.
That this time
I wouldn't wake
And have hope ripped away.
But then I found a way.
I prayed for you.
And I smiled when I woke
Because somewhere
I knew
you still smiled too.
And when I returned,
With memories
The world had forgotten,
You were mad.
"Three months" you said.
And I could only smile.
Because there you were,
Alive and well,
Without knowledge
Of what this world suffered.
Of what I'd suffered.
And I knew
I'd never tell you.
Because you were still
My tainted angel,
And I wouldn't wish you pain.
So I hold the secret
Of the Year That Never Was,
And I wrap you in my arms
Whispering sweet-nothings in your ear
That make you blush and stutter,
Because I've learned
That I may not always
Have the chance to say
'I love you Ianto Jones.'
