A/N: OK here's chpter 2 for all you lovely reviewers. All the stuff I've said before and everything (sorry if this makes no sence as it is 2:00 am).
Torchwood doesnt belong to me - if it did I probably wouldn't be writing about it.
Enjoy!
'Mate, that was… Random…'
Random? What? How could what I have said been 'random'?…Ianto's mind was in a frenzy of activity on the drive home, Blowfish splayed out in the back. …I've said I loved him before, he said it back to me. Did he lie? Has something awful happened when he was away to make him forget? I need to know. I can't sit here and not know what he thinks, what he feels. If I know I can move on, I've spent so long not knowing and I have so many questions…
Ianto's thinking continued all back to the Hub, thoughts so strong that they blocked out the world entirely. It was when Ianto found himself in the Hubs little kitchen, a pot of coffee, stone cold, in his hand that he knew he needed to talk to Jack, he needed to find some answers. I need to know. This is it.
Ianto Jones, Torchwood's faithful tea boy, stood outside the office of their leader, opened the door and prepared to confront him.
'Random Jack? Tell me, what was so 'random' about what I said? None of it was new to you, I've said it before. You've said all of it to me! I love you Jack, please, tell me what's wrong?'
Jack looked up at the sudden intrusion but did not seem surprised by Ianto's outburst.
'What makes you think there's something wrong?'
'Um, well, I, err, you see, but…' Ianto did not know what to say, how does one communicate a feeling?
Jack sighed, 'Ianto, I've been away for, what..., four months, your time. That's more than enough time for you to get over me – move on.'
Ianto felt his lip start to tremble at Jack's words, words that seemed so wrong yet here they were.
'But I love you, doesn't that count for something? Doesn't that matter to you?'
Jack laughed again at the sight of this trembling man before him, his once-lover. 'Stop deluding yourself, get over it.' It was more an order than a request.
'Do you love me Jack, did you ever love me?'
This is it, the big question. I can only hope that he answers honestly because this answer, I will take as true. This is the moment that matters and my whole life now depends on what single, lonely, word will emerge from Jack's lips…
'No.'
A single tear, the first of many, rolled down Ianto's cheek.
'But, all those times you said you did. Did you lie all those times?'
Jack muttered something about the heat of the moment but Ianto's unease didn't phase the older man who was leaning back on his chair as if he were discussing the weather.
'To be honest Ianto, Owen was right, you were never more than a part time shag.'
Ianto burst into tears and ran from the room, out the door and back all the way to his flat where he sunk onto the bed and cried himself to sleep.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, more chapters will be up soon, and longer I swear. Please review.