A/N – So I recently found out that John Barrowman did a cast album of Grease in the 90s. So much better than Travolta. Anyhoo… got inspired this morning. (In addition to getting 'We Go Together' stuck in my head)

Hopelessly Devoted To You

Ianto stood in the darkness of Jack's office. In the dim light it seemed so empty. It had been two days since the captain had saved Cardiff by facing Abaddon. The young Welshman wanted more than anything to be down in the morgue watching over Jack, but instead Gwen had taken vigil. Ianto instead found himself in the captain's office. He crossed to straighten some papers on the desk. Then glanced over to the rack where he, himself, had hung up the RAF greatcoat when they'd brought Jack back to the hub. Picking up the well-worn coat he pressed it to his face. The captain's smell permeated the fabric. Ianto closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Another twenty-four hours passed, and Jack did come back. Despite their betrayal, he easily forgave each member of the team. Then he was gone. After reviewing the CCTV, Ianto knew exactly where the captain had gone. The familiar blue box on the Plas and the unmistakable grinding sounds of the engine were obvious to any Torchwood employee.

Days passed. It wasn't discussed. Jack had left them. Tosh was sad. Owen got angry. Gwen was… well… Gwen. Ianto alone seemed to be the one to assume Jack would return. Despite Gwen appointing herself second in command and then leader, he refused to let her use Jack's office.

Weeks passed. The team went on. Ianto went out into the field more and more. Yet he still made sure Jack's office was ready for his return. Paperwork was kept up to date. Emails were answered in due time. Shelves were dusted, sheets in the bunker were changed and laundered, the bar was kept stocked. Everything awaiting the return of the captain.

Months passed. Tosh looked at him with a kind of pity. Owen made comments about his blindness devotion to their leader who'd gone and abandoned them without a word. And Gwen... well… was Gwen. Despite the jabs from the team, Ianto kept his vigil. He knew Jack would return someday when he found his answers… or when the Doctor tired of him.

Fin

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Not sure if I entirely like this. But hey… here it is.