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Note: I was inspired by my music. Sorry for the lack of update. My life has been crazy. I need ideas badly.
Word count: 470
Without you
How would I ever live without you when you get sick of this planet and leave it and me? Could you? Could you leave when that doctor of you turns up and takes you with him?
Ianto never said those words. He never said how much it would bother him that they were living on borrowed time. It didn't matter if Jack left the planet or Ianto died, whichever came first, no in the end, one of them would end up alone. Being forced to make due on memories alone.
He never said to Jack how much he loved him. He never said how much he needed him. He suspected that he showed it in every gesture he made and every embrace they shared.
He must have shown some of his questions because in the past few weeks Jack had initiated contact between them. He had invited Ianto to share the night and one night he had turned up on Ianto's doorstep. Ianto invited his captain in as easily as he had let him into his heart.
Can I let you go when you ask for it? Can I release you when you want to roam? Can I stand to see you leave, knowing that you will never be back?
He was jostled from these depressing thoughts when Jack suddenly appeared in front of him. Ianto hastily shuffled some papers around the desk to look as though he had been working but his captain couldn't be fooled.
Jack's smile was gentle and amused and he dropped a kiss on Ianto's forehead as he whispered. "Come with me tonight. I am going to take you far away from this place and make you forget whatever it is that you are remembering."
But that is just it, Jack. These aren't memories. They are promises of things to come. And you can't take those away but I will allow you to make new memories that will have to carry me through when we end.
That night, it was almost as if Jack wanted to proof something to Ianto. Each kiss, each caress seemed to have a hidden depth. But it wasn't the hands that brought Ianto pleasure and hope. No, it was Jack's eyes that seemed to express everything that Jack could never say.
And in the end when they lay in each other's arms and Jack's breathing evened out, Ianto knew that he would never had to try to live without his captain because he carried a large piece of Jack's heart. And Jack would never willingly leave him, just as Ianto would never willingly leave Jack.
And for them both, it was enough to know that they would never have to be without the other. And Ianto finally fell asleep, secure in the love that Jack Harkness gave him.
It isn't that I normal write this but my Ipod was on shuffle mode and a sad song came on that inspired me. Review please.