Fic: You Don't Have to Say You Love Me (1/1)
Title: You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me
Author: sheltiesong
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word count: 285
Spoilers: None, set pre-Reset
Genre: Slight angst, introspection, Stand-alone
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC. I just took them out of the toybox for a bit.
Summary: The words they’ll never say, and why they’re never needed. Ianto’s musings on love and immortality.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely amazonx for the beta. Title and inspiration from John Barrowman's cover of "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" off of his album Music, Music, Music. Not so much songfic as song-inspired fic. Set sometime before The Dead Line, and somewhat reminiscent of it.
I guess I’ve always known this isn’t forever. How could it be? Jack belongs to the skies and the stars ... he belongs to infinity, not the constraints of this mortal world.
At least, that’s what I like to tell myself. When I lie beside him at night, here in the hidden depths below his office as I watch him slip into the not-quite-sleep that passes for his rest, as unknown thoughts twitch half-smiles across his lips, I hope it’s me that’s doing that to him. My voice. My hands. My kiss.
But I know we’re not forever. He’s got too much living still left to do, and I don’t have enough, just a blink across the face of all his years.
And then he wakes, flowing from rest to awareness with an ease I envy. And as he turns his head and sees me watching him, those half-smiles I’d seen twitching at his lips in the dim night blackness gives way to a full-on grin, lighting up this little room as surely as the sun it never sees.
“Like what you see?” he leers. His hand steals over to take me in his grasp, amorous as he so often is in these early mornings, the dawn-lit hours when the rest of his team still holds fast to their slumber. There’s a warmth in his eyes, overlaying the casual flirtation, and this is one of those rare moments when I know it’s just for me.
We still won’t speak of I-love-you’s, of futures that we’ll never have and forevers that just aren’t possible. But I don’t need such overwrought declarations.
“I love you” can be said without words, and forever can live in a moment.
~fin~
Author: sheltiesong
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word count: 285
Spoilers: None, set pre-Reset
Genre: Slight angst, introspection, Stand-alone
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its characters belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC. I just took them out of the toybox for a bit.
Summary: The words they’ll never say, and why they’re never needed. Ianto’s musings on love and immortality.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely amazonx for the beta. Title and inspiration from John Barrowman's cover of "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" off of his album Music, Music, Music. Not so much songfic as song-inspired fic. Set sometime before The Dead Line, and somewhat reminiscent of it.
I guess I’ve always known this isn’t forever. How could it be? Jack belongs to the skies and the stars ... he belongs to infinity, not the constraints of this mortal world.
At least, that’s what I like to tell myself. When I lie beside him at night, here in the hidden depths below his office as I watch him slip into the not-quite-sleep that passes for his rest, as unknown thoughts twitch half-smiles across his lips, I hope it’s me that’s doing that to him. My voice. My hands. My kiss.
But I know we’re not forever. He’s got too much living still left to do, and I don’t have enough, just a blink across the face of all his years.
And then he wakes, flowing from rest to awareness with an ease I envy. And as he turns his head and sees me watching him, those half-smiles I’d seen twitching at his lips in the dim night blackness gives way to a full-on grin, lighting up this little room as surely as the sun it never sees.
“Like what you see?” he leers. His hand steals over to take me in his grasp, amorous as he so often is in these early mornings, the dawn-lit hours when the rest of his team still holds fast to their slumber. There’s a warmth in his eyes, overlaying the casual flirtation, and this is one of those rare moments when I know it’s just for me.
We still won’t speak of I-love-you’s, of futures that we’ll never have and forevers that just aren’t possible. But I don’t need such overwrought declarations.
“I love you” can be said without words, and forever can live in a moment.
~fin~