Blue Skies #1: Where I belong (Torchwood)
Title: Where I belong
Author: Marius2045
Prompt: #1 (“Blue Skies”)
Fandom: Torchwood
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count: 253
Summary: Jack wasn’t where he wanted to be, but where Ianto thought he belonged.
Where I belong
I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore
The Doctor. There he was again the, to me, unknown person Jack always spoke of. It didn’t bother me that he did speak of him, but how he talked about him. To me, it sounded like he was in love with the man. The look in Jack’s eyes changed whenever I asked him about the guy and it looked like he was far away. Or, at least wished he was someplace else and not here, with us.
Didn’t he remember that he chose to be here in Cardiff? He could have stayed away instead of coming back and save himself all this regret. I wouldn’t be this miserable if he just had. Didn’t he know that I loved him?
The ice-cubes cracked under the strong Whiskey I poured myself. The glass was too full when I put down the bottle and I took a large swallow just to avoid his eyes. And another one to drown my sorrows, but I was too hasty. Coughing and spitting, I put the glass down on the table, probably turning an alarming shade of red. When I could breathe again I heard Jack’s low chuckle.
A bit annoyed I looked up and into his eyes and what I saw let my head spin much more than choking on my drink. I saw in his eyes the same thing I thought I had seen when he talked about the doctor. Love and longing and the acknowledgement that Jack was right where he wanted to be. Here, with me.
Author: Marius2045
Prompt: #1 (“Blue Skies”)
Fandom: Torchwood
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count: 253
Summary: Jack wasn’t where he wanted to be, but where Ianto thought he belonged.
Where I belong
I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore
The Doctor. There he was again the, to me, unknown person Jack always spoke of. It didn’t bother me that he did speak of him, but how he talked about him. To me, it sounded like he was in love with the man. The look in Jack’s eyes changed whenever I asked him about the guy and it looked like he was far away. Or, at least wished he was someplace else and not here, with us.
Didn’t he remember that he chose to be here in Cardiff? He could have stayed away instead of coming back and save himself all this regret. I wouldn’t be this miserable if he just had. Didn’t he know that I loved him?
The ice-cubes cracked under the strong Whiskey I poured myself. The glass was too full when I put down the bottle and I took a large swallow just to avoid his eyes. And another one to drown my sorrows, but I was too hasty. Coughing and spitting, I put the glass down on the table, probably turning an alarming shade of red. When I could breathe again I heard Jack’s low chuckle.
A bit annoyed I looked up and into his eyes and what I saw let my head spin much more than choking on my drink. I saw in his eyes the same thing I thought I had seen when he talked about the doctor. Love and longing and the acknowledgement that Jack was right where he wanted to be. Here, with me.