A/N- I know… It has been awhile… I have NO IDEAS for this story… So I wrote this anyway :D
Disclaimer- I don't own Torchwood but I do own my face so…. Yeah!
Ianto would go talk to Owen every Tuesday and Thursday. They didn't want anyone to get suspicious that they were being nice to each other…. Ianto ended up telling Owen everything. He knew he had to do it. He had to go through all the memories again. It was painful having to say them out loud. Painful to see the pity written out on Owens face. The pity that was coming out in waves. Owen was treating him the same at work but sometimes Owen would sneak in a smile. A smile saying that everything was ok. It was driving Ianto mad. No one ever cared about Ianto in his life. It felt strange to know Owen was looking out for him. Ianto was starting to get used to Owen and the kindness that was being given to him. When Ianto talked to Owen about his childhood, sometimes Owen would talk too. Just a little bit. But after a while, Ianto could piece it all together. Owens mother never loved him. Never liked him. His father died shortly after Owen was born. His mother became a drunk. She was never around but when she was, she told Owen things that would create the mask of sarcasm that he now always wore. He couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't get close to anyone. When he did, it ended in pain and agony. His mother died of alcohol poisoning when Owen was a teenager. When Owen met Katie… He thought he met someone that he could always trust. Met someone that he could always love and be loved in return. But he was too late to save her. Too late to catch the alien that was going to destroy his and her life. Owen was starting to trust Ianto. Ianto broke through all the barriers Owen had. He was finally starting to have an actual friend. One that he could share every secret with. Then he was shot. Ianto remembered seeing him crumple to the ground. He stood to the side as everyone crowded around him. He was shocked. He couldn't breathe. Ianto was dying on the inside. He couldn't move. He stood there as Jack whispered Owens name. They were all hoping that his eyes would just open up. And everything would be okay. But this is Torchwood. It's alien, but not foreign enough. Owens dead. The words repeated in Ianto's mind.
Owen lied on the autopsy bay. Ianto looked at him. Tears were streaming down his face. Everyone else had gone home. They were all dealing with Owens death differently. Gwen and Martha had gone home to take comfort in their partners. Tosh had actually went to a bar and gotten drunk. Owen was the only real friend Ianto had in Torchwood. Ianto didn't even trust himself at this point. He was losing everything all over again. Ianto felt a pair of arms encircle him from behind. It was Jack. Ianto couldn't hold the tears back any longer. He turned around and collapsed into Jack. He was sobbing loudly and Jack just hugged him lovingly.
Ianto woke up in Jacks bed. He could hear Jacks loud snoring next to him. All that passed Ianto's mind was the fact that Owen was dead. In Torchwood, it isn't that surprising. No one lives long enough when you work there. You never get to live to a ripe old age. Ianto couldn't handle the pressure of it all. Jack was still passed out on the bed so Ianto went to go make some coffee. He came out of the man hole and started walking over to where all the coffee was. He could feel it. The voices screaming. It was yelling at him. It pushed until it broke Ianto. He took out his old switchblade and started to cut his arm. He hadn't done this since he started talking to Owen about it. But Owen was gone and he needed something. The pressure of it all… The blood rose and spilled out of the line that formed onto his arm. Tears were coming down his face and he could feel the pain. The emotional pain of it all came tumbling out. The numbness was like a distant memory. He continued making jagged lines until he heard something behind him. The blood was starting to puddle onto the ground. Drip by drip. Suddenly the knife was ripped from Ianto's grasp and he was staring into the mortified face of Jack.
"Ianto! Holy shit! What are you doing!?" Jack yelled. Anger turning into fear. Ianto just stared at Jack, tears brimming on his red rimmed eyes.
"He's dead…" Ianto said as if it finally sunk in. Jack looked at him compassionately and took a towel to wipe his bleeding arm. Jack stared at all the other scars on Ianto. Jack couldn't believe it. Ianto was always closed off but Jack never imagined this. Ianto was crying again. He cursed at himself for the fact that he couldn't put the emotionless face back on. Jack hugged him and brought him over to the couch. Ianto fell down onto the cushions and Jack sat down with him. Jack cuddled with the weeping Ianto. He just held the shaking frame of the man trying to comfort him.
"Ianto… why were you cutting your arm? Where are all those scars from?" Jack asked when Ianto had calmed down. Ianto had told him everything. What happened with his childhood and what was going on with Owen. He had broken down a couple times during his story but Jack just listened and tried his best to comfort him. When Ianto was done Jack looked at him. With pity. Pity. That one thing that made Ianto want to die on the inside. Why did people have to ALWAYS pity him! Oh yeah. Ianto thought
Because I'm an emotional wreck… Jack kissed Ianto on the lips passionately.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" When Ianto didn't answer, Jack wasn't very surprised. Jack dropped the subject and they just cuddled on the couch, holding each other.
A/N- When I started writing this I had no ideas... I was sitting for like 2 hours trying to think of something to write... Hope you like :D
