Jack's POV
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Ianto orders chargrilled salmon and I order a steak. I have a glass of red wine and he has a glass of white, after a mutual decision to skip starters. Just as well really, as I’m too nervous to feel hungry.
I have a sip of wine, the cool liquid making my tongue tingle. I haven't had alcohol in so long. I usually find it a waste, as my 'immortality', for want of a better word, meaning that I can't get drunk. But all things in moderation, and this could potentially be a night for celebration?
I decide. My mind is set in stone. This is it.
What if? What if? What if? What if?
I fight the cloud of ‘what if’ questions invading my head and stand up from the table.
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanficThe home is where the heart is, right? And the Heart of Ianto Jones belongs to Jack Harkness. And Jack's heart is Torchwood's. Ianto has never felt love like this, and neither has Jack. But this is Torchwood, so nothing lasts forever.
