Ok this fic does contains spoilerish type information as it's inspired by a certain picture from the last episode of the current series. I think most people know which one :) This is just my impression though so it's probably nothing like what will really happen.
Name: Goodbye 1/2.
Word count about 500
There should be a sequel type thing if I can manage it although it may not be for a couple of days - I know thats probably rather mean but I found writing this quite hard.
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I know deep down that when he leaves he will probably never be coming back, that this kiss is goodbye – he does expect to live through this whatever he says.
Tears are stinging my eyes rolling down to run over both our faces into our mouths. Jack pulls back from the kiss as he tastes them. “Ianto” his voice is sad as he brushes the tears away with his thumb. All it does though is make the tears flow harder than before. I cannot go through this again, the loss, the grief. I feel broken inside already and he isn’t even gone yet.
“Don’t cry” he moves to hold my face in his hands.
“I cannot lose you, I cannot bury…” my voice fails me and I think that I might just fall down if he doesn’t keep on holding me.
“You wont” he’s kissing away the tears “I will never leave you” he breaks the stream of kisses for a moment to give me one of his amazing smiles. How dark will life be never to see that smile again? “What Jack Harkness wants Jack Harkness gets and right now what he wants is an incredibly hot young Welshman called Ianto Jones and nothing not even a trans-dimensional rift is going to stop him”
I want to believe him, believe the impossible, but if life has taught me anything it’s that good things never last and that fate seems to have decided that I don’t get to have a chance at happiness. I know that I have started to shake and I can see the concern in Jacks eyes as he almost carries me to the small sofa and sits me down and crouches in front of me his hands warm and solid holding, covering my own.
“This is not goodbye”
Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?
An alarm sounds from somewhere and then he is gone coat flapping behind him as he hurries down the steps and into the hub.
I could follow him but there is nothing that i can do and I cannot bear to watch him die.
The only thing that I can say is that I generally like my angst with a happy ending.
Off to sleep now as i've got to be in work by stupid early becuase a repair man's coming to fix one of the scanners.