Ianto in a coma
All characters belong to RTD and the BBC, if I owned them then Ianto would still be alive and made immortal.
Rating: M/M kissing and major swearing … well its Torchwood isn't it
Spoilers: Slight for series one
Normal text is Ianto's thoughts, Jack's thoughts are in italics, and Owen's are in bold.
Chapter Eight – Hopes renewed
"…the kiss of an immortal being" I could not believe my ears. I don't normally believe in fate, but right now…fuck, if I knew where she was…this was destined, I'm sure of it. Ianto and I are meant to be together. I just have to think of a way to tell Owen.
Jack's astonishment was obvious. "Owen" he said in a shaky voice – was the mighty Captain nervous? "Jack" I sighed "Go on to the computer, and look up my name on Torchwood mission records, and tell me the date of the earliest record with my name on." I did as I was told, sensing that this was important, and was shocked to see that the earliest date was in 1865 "Jack" I said, my voice now just as shaky as his was earlier. If it was right, he and Ianto were meant to be together. "Are you trying to tell me that you are...immortal?"
Good, I didn't have to tell him, he had worked it out himself. "Yes, I am. It was an accident. I used to be…" He cut me off, saying "Get on with it then" I sighed in relief. I expected a lecture from him about not telling the team sooner. My relief…I can't think of any words to describe it. I went to do it, but hesitated for the briefest of moments "What is he asks what I'm doing" "Jack" he said, giving me his wide-eyed stare "This is something that you have always wanted to do, and it could fucking well save his life, AND I can't go without his coffee for much longer. So just GET ON WITH IT, will you?" I could have laughed – trust Owen to try and make everything about himself. So I took a deep breath, and, summoning courage in the knowledge that I was his only chance, lowered my lips towards his for the second time that week, hoping it would work…