AUTHOR'S NOTE: The lyrics in bold are Ianto, while the normal ones are Jack. The song is Run by Daughter if you would like to give it a listen.
"Tosh, if you would?"
Ianto prompted and the technician pulled her laptop out setting up the digital displays before the stage with the lyrics to the song.
The Welshman had no need for them, but he figured that Jack would.
"Are we using a sound track or-"
The bar tendered called Ianto over.
"Here lad. The pretty lass over 'ere said that you'd be needn' 'is."
The man handed Ianto a worn guitar.
Ianto nodded.
"Thank you."
"Merry Christmas, and if'n ya don' mind me say'n that be a fine bloke you got 'ere."
Ianto blushed, heading over the corner stage of the room.
It really wasn't much more than a corner segregated off by the lighting.
Two chairs placed facing caddy corner into the room, a screen mounted on the wall across from them.
He took a seat beckoning, Jack to join him.
The rest of the team scooted their chairs to see the couple, Gwen sitting in Rhys' lap and Tosh with her hand entwined with Owen's, though neither of them seemed to notice.
"Are you sure about this Jack?"
Ianto asked, the immortal simply smiled.
"I've always wanted to hear you sing."
He leaned in close to Ianto.
"And I want to know exactly what goes on in that mind of yours."
Ianto took a deep breath, steadying himself before strumming the opening cord of the song.
His melodic voice filling the air.
While I powder my nose
He will powder his guns
And if I try to get close
He is already gone
I don't know where he's going'
I don't know where he's been
But he is restless at night
He has horrible dreams
Jack gulped.
He had not been expecting such personal lyrics but it was his turn, so he followed the words on the screen behind Ianto's head.
So we lay in the dark
Cause we've got nothing to say
Just the beating of hearts
Like two drums in the grey
I don't know what we're doing
I don't know what we've done
But the fire is coming
So I think we should run.
The immortal was touched.
He had learned of Ianto's feelings for him earlier, albeit without the Welshman knowing, but he knew nonetheless.
Yet here was a song the said it all, written as a duet just for them.
Ianto didn't sing through the repetitive chorus, instead letting his talented fingers carry it through the notes on his guitar.
While I put on my shoes
He will button his coat
And we will step outside
Checking that the coast is clear
On both sides
We don't wanna be seen!
No this is suicide!
But you can't see the ropes
And I won't tell me mother
It's better she don't know
And he wont tell his folks
'cause they're already ghosts
Ianto let a single tear roll down his cheek.
The way that Jack's eyes were burning into his, filled with passion and pain and sadness and rapture to an extent that would have been painful if it wasn't for the song that was carrying his heart
So we'll just keep each other
As safe as we can
Until we reach the border
Until we make our plan
To run run run run
Run run run
Jack saw the lyrics and his heart leapt into his throat, the perfect words for him to say how he felt, so he sang them regardless of the prompt saying that they were Ianto's to sing.
Will you stay with me my love
For another day.
Cause I don't want to be alone
While I'm in this state.
Ianto was in tears now, but his voice betrayed nothing.
Will you stay with me my love?
Till I'm old and grey.
I don't wanna be alone
When these bones decay.
Jack pulled the small box out of his trouser pocket presenting the contents to his Welshman.
Gwen gasped, Rhys grabbing her into a tight hug.
Whether to comfort her or restrain her he couldn't tell.
Tosh started to cry silently putting her head on Owen's shoulder as he softly stroked her hair.
Ianto started to shake, his mind refusing to register the reality placed before him. He leaned forward pulling his own box from his jacket.
"Only fair that you get yours too, sir."
His voice was thick with emotion.
"Answer my question first."
Jack stated, his cocky tone turned tender.
"You never asked."
His hand had found Jack's pulling the immortal ever closer as they stood.
Jack shook his head, kneeling down before Ianto.
"Jones, Ianto Jones."
The Welshman rolled his eyes.
"Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
The platinum band in the box shimmer softly , and Ianto pulled Jack up to standing height again.
"Of course you blithering idiot!"
He pulled his captain into a blistering kiss, lips crushed against each other in a cloud of passion.
Tongues not battling , but caressing in warmth.
Jack pulled away, his own teary eyes countered by his oversized grin.
He placed the platinum band on Ianto's finger, and it was all the Archivist could do to stare at the large ruby embedded flush with the surface of the ring.
He ran an appreciative finger over the stone knowing that this ring was more than symbolic.
The immortal pulled his Welshman into hug holding him tight until a small cough from his side brought him back to reality.
