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Ianto's POV
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I don't know if Jack still loves me. Ever time he looks at me, all I see is... Pain. Nothing but unending pain in his eyes. How will I -
I slam my diary shut as Jack walks into the room.
"What'cha writing, Ianto?" he asks, curious.
"Nothing," I mumble, but I can feel that I'm blushing. Too much to not be lying.
"Let me see?" he asks.
I gulp and shake my head rapidly. He looks hurt, so I hand him the diary anyway.
Silence as he reads.
"Of course I still love you, Ianto." he sighs, his brow creasing into a frown "It's just..." he trails off and sadness seeps into his gaze.
"If there's anyone else, please just tell me." I whisper, looking at my feet. He has been spending more time with John recently...
Jack grips my shoulder and gently pulls me so I am standing next to him. His voice is soft and close to cracking.
"Baby, why would you think that?" his arms are around me and he is dangerously close to crying.
"I just thought that you & John-" he puts a finger on my lips to stop me.
He shakes his head and replaces his finger with his lips.
Bottled-up tears slide down his cheeks and I find myself crying too.
Crying and kissing. Kissing and crying. Whispered apologies and promises. Jack whispering three little words.
I certainly didn't expect this...
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanfictionThe 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.
