Title: Standing Still

Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, A Polaroid Camera ;D, Mentions Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Cooper

Warnings: Fluff I hope.

Summary: Set after the year that never was. Jack is back and Ianto found his camera. Inspired by the song "Mercury Summer" by Fightstar. (Jack's POV)

Author Notes: Set for the 100 word prompts I received from Sushi Chi. Seriously, you should thank her for Silence, Chicken Pox, the Alphabet challenge and this challenge 'cause she's the one who sends me the prompts and stuff

Disclaimer: I don't own the TV show or the characters.

They all looked shocked when I came back, but I mean, who wouldn't with the way I did? In those few short seconds I had before I fired that gun at the blowfish I could see how my team had grown. Owen had a half decent bedside manner. Tosh seemed so much more confident. Gwen was so much more in charge of everything around her. Ianto was out of the hub. That was new.

After the fiasco that night had turned into, we had to avoid ourselves. That meant a hotel. Owen went out and Tosh and Gwen took their own room which just left Ianto and me. In a room. Alone. I had no idea where I was going to start.

He was just standing there. Standing completely still. He wasn't even looking at me.

"I…I can take the couch." I offered.

"The first thing you did when you got back…was smile."

"So?" I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"I've missed that smile."

I didn't stop it from spreading across my face as he said it. I'd denied him enough. I'd left without a word. His hand moved so quickly I didn't know what was happening until the camera had taken a photo.

"…You have my camera?"

"You are so selfish with this thing." Ianto turned, walking towards me and shaking the Polaroid in his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"All you ever did with this thing while you were here," He tossed the camera onto the couch, "Was take photos of me."

He was right in front of me now and I just wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I knew it wouldn't be right to. Not yet.

"So?"

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'd want a picture of you?"

"You…you wanted a picture of me?" I asked curiously, my eyebrow raising and that urge to reach out and touch him growing so much stronger with him standing that close.

"If you get all those photos, it's only fair that I get at least one."

I couldn't stop smiling around him. I'd been through so much pain, so much horror while I'd been away and now I was right in front of him. If I wanted to, I could reach out and touch my hand to his and I did want to, so badly but I knew it was wrong to just expect him to let me. I didn't want to wake up either. My dreams had been that cruel while I was gone.

"Did you think about us while you were gone?"

"Every day." I didn't even pause to answer him, looking into those beautiful eyes again.

"Did you miss us?"

"Of course. Every second of every minute Ianto, every day I was thinking about you."

"You told me you weren't planning this!" Ianto yelled angrily.

I knew he'd start shouting, knew he'd hate me, "I'm sorry but I needed to do it, you know that."

I watched him move closer and knew it was coming. He was going to hit me. I would let him. I would take anything he gave me because it was him and I cared about him too much to fight him.

Before I knew what was happening, his arms came around me and pulled me into a strong hug. His head came to nuzzle my neck. I smiled and pulled him closer, smiling as he sighed happily into my skin.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too Ianto."

"You should've told me, instead of just hinting that you were going to leave."

"You must hate me."

"No." He looked into my eyes and smiled, "Jack, I could never hate you."

"I would understand if you did."

He pulled me to him, kissing me softly. I melted into the kiss. I'd missed those lips, that taste, that feeling, that man. Suddenly there I was, with everything I'd missed. It was like someone who'd been without food for weeks, suddenly being given the tastiest buffet you could imagine.

Ianto reluctantly pulled away, resting his head against mine, "I don't hate you."

"Really?"

He chuckled and I revelled in the sound, the feeling that washed over me that came with it.

"You told me, you made me promise to wait for you and I did. I'm relieved because the wait is finally over and you came back like you said you would."

"I was always going to come back." I assured, still holding him close to me.

"That's all that matters then." He smiled reassuringly.

"Just tell me this…what made you come back?"

"When I was gone…I missed things. I missed people. You always miss the things you left behind. I didn't want you to be that way; I didn't want to leave you behind."

I could tell he was trying to hide his smile. I ran a tentative hand along his cheek, "I'm so sick of you hiding that smile."

I grinned when he looked up at me smiling, a glimmer in his eyes, "Prefer me to be open with everyone?"

"Well, not about everything." I chuckled, "I like to think there are certain things only I know about you."

He chuckled and I closed my eyes for a moment, savouring the sound.

"By the way, if you're so deadest on using photos to remember me, why did you leave them here?"

"Those aren't all of them." I pulled another photo out of my pocket.

Ianto took the photo and looked at it carefully. It was impossible to read his emotions, one thing I definitely didn't miss.

"When did you take this?" Ianto's voice was quiet.

I've come to the conclusion that the most amazing thing in the world is watching Ianto Jones sleep. We always seemed to doze off at around the same time but every now and then I'd wake up and see him sleeping.

Ianto's face was somehow younger. I looked at him, the faint smile on his face and I wondered what he was dreaming about. I had so many thoughts flying through my head, every single one about him. In the end it all came down to us, together. Just spending time together was enough.

He made the quietest sound which told me Ianto was waking up and I ran my fingers up and down his arm tentatively. His hand came to hold my arm and I moved closer, knowing that was what he wanted.

Our chests were pressed together and I unconsciously moved my head to do the same, smiling as I looked into his stormy eyes.

I reached over, grabbing the camera from beside the bed and took a photo, not wanting to forget and almost certain Ianto would hate me for it later.

"I kind of figured you remembered that picture Ianto."

"I don't. I must've been half asleep still and not remembered any of that."

"Well, if you don't want me to have it, I'd understand."

"No. No, I like it." Ianto smiled, "Most honest photo I've ever seen, and it's got both our faces in it for once."

"I don't like to forget those moments."

"And you won't." Ianto assured me, "And Jack."

He tilted my head so that I would look into his eyes, see his sincerity, see his care, "There will be plenty more moments."

Inside I knew there would be, and I couldn't wait.

A/N: Not nearly as good as the first but I wanted to wrap this little story idea up. Please review :D I should have 1, maybe 2 new posts up tomorrow.

Cheers,
Gabz
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