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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.'