End of Days (Ianto's POV)
Title: End of Days
Characters: Tosh, Owen, Jack, Gwen and Ianto.
Rating: PG (I think, or maybe it’s G…)
Author’s Note: My version of the end of End of days in Ianto’s POV. Thoughts are in italics.
Set: End of ‘End of Days’.
Warnings: Spoiler for ‘End of Days’
Summary: Ianto is upset because of what just happened at work. He is trying to get it off his mind when he gets a supprise.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Torchwood characters. All the characters belong to BBC network and those who made and invented Torchwood.
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'Ianto?' Tosh called, trying -but failing- to sound cheerful.
‘Yes?' I answered as I looked up from my desk.
'Can you come and help me with this?' she said, holding up a circular metal tube.
'Sure!' I responded willingly. Anything to get my mind off of Jack. Watching Owen shoot him was enough --and no one had told him that Jack couldn’t die, everyone knew except me-- but having him die a second time-- and this time for good-- and he didn’t get to say goodbye. To make matters worse, Gwen insisted she stayed with his body, making it impossible to kiss…
“Ianto? Are you coming?” Tosh said, interrupting my train of thought.
“What? Yeah, I’m coming.’ I responded. I quickly picked up the papers in front of me, straightened them, placed them on a corner of my desk, then went to help Tosh.
‘What do you need help with, Tosh?’ I questioned as I reached the workspace.
‘Just put this on here and…” Tosh stopped abruptly. As I looked up to ask why she stopped talking, she drew in a sharp breath, quickly placing the metal tube on the table. She then took off towards the entrance of the hub, the clattering sound of her high heels echoing throughout the hub.
I looked up in the direction Tosh ran, just in time to see a newly- arrived Jack pulling Tosh into a hug. I got up just as Jack broke the hug and swiftly made my way over to him. As soon as he saw me, he rushed over to me. God knows what he thinks of me right now, after the mutiny we constructed against him. Will he even want to hug me? He’s quickly moving towards me so I guess that’s a good sign-- I’ll just try a handshake, just to be on the safe side.
As he approached me, I stuck out my hand awkwardly, still sticking to my plan. Jack responded by looking deeply into my eyes, the unspoken words, ‘I’m sorry,‘ and ‘I forgive you’ clearly reflecting in his light amber-gray eyes. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my hips.
He stood there for a few moments, holding me as if he would never let me go before he removed his hands from my hips and placed them on my face. He softly placed his lips on mine, parting them gently with his tough.
The kiss was slow and passionate, full of longing, need and emotion, and I moaned softly into Jack’s mouth as he caressed my face. Oh god, I really missed this. I don’t care if it’s in front of everyone, it feels to good for me to be embarrassed. My lover is back!