Torchwood CoE x 4 Fic: Don't Forget
Title: Don't Forget
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: CoE - Day 4
AN: Short ficlet in response to last night's episode. Probably rubbish but I needed to get it off my chest.
He knows. Oh god, he knows. He's dying. He is going to die. And Jack can't follow. They try shooting, desperate, but it makes no difference. There is nothing they can do.
He's dying.
'We've got to get you out of here. I can survive anything, but you can't.'
But it won't make any difference. 'It's too late. I breathed the air.'
He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't, but there isn't any choice. Oh god. He's dying.
'There's got to be something, there's got to be an antidote!'
It's too late. 'You said you would fight.' Jack has to keep fighting. He has to. Take this death and let it fuel him, not stop him, but he has to keep fighting. Ianto can't bare the thought that all this, his own death, might be in vain.
'And I take it back, alright? I take it all back, but not him!' Oh Jack! He's so desperate, and Ianto hates himself just a little bit for leaving him, for leaving him alone. He never wanted to.
He can feel it, the weakness, the dizziness. It won't be long now. It can't be. He starts to fall, crumpling towards the ground. Jack grabs him, a litany of 'no', lowering him to the floor. Holding him. He never wants Jack to stop holding him. He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want to die.
Jack's holding him, name fierce on his lips. This is an order he won't be able to follow, no matter how much he wants to. He has always known that he would die, long before Jack, but not yet. Please, not yet. He's not ready. They haven't had enough time.
'It's all my fault.'
Oh god no. How can it be? 'No it's not.'
'Don't speak, save your breath.'
It's too late for that, far too late, and he needs to speak. He needs to say this. Jack's hand on his face, and his own tears catching in his throat. But he says it. 'I love you.'
Jack shakes his head. 'Don't.' But how can he not? He loves him, and he thinks Jack, though he knows he won't say it, loves him. It's in the pain in his eyes, and Ianto wishes he could stop it, take the pain away, but he is the cause. He's so sorry for that. He feels like he's sliding away, eyes drifting shut. He isn't ready yet! Please, not yet.
Hand on his face, Jack's, holding him. 'Ianto. Ianto.' Edge of desperation. It can't end like this. Please. It can't. 'Ianto, stay with me. Ianto, stay with me, please.' He's trying, oh god, he's trying.
He draws a breath, staring up. Jack's face. This could be the last time he sees it. 'Hey. It was good, yeah?'
'Yeah.'
'Don't forget me.' He can't bare Jack forgetting him. He has to ask. It's not enough, but there's nothing else left.
'Never could.'
'Thousand years time ... you won't remember me.' How can he? How would it be possible to remember then?
'Yes I will. I promise. I will.' And he believes. He has to. There's nothing left but that, and that will have to be enough. Jack never breaks his promises. Not to him.
Oh god. It's going dark. He's dying. Is this what it is? Is this death? It is. It must be. And as he fades he clings to Jack. Clings to him, and his love, and the promise.
///// \\\\\
Jack holds him, Ianto's name falling across his lips as he begs him not to go, to stay with him. And he knows it's impossible, just as he knows he will never forget Ianto Jones. He brushes a kiss across his lips, barely there, a ghostly whisper of contact, and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, he won't be alone in the darkness.
He dies.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: CoE - Day 4
AN: Short ficlet in response to last night's episode. Probably rubbish but I needed to get it off my chest.
He knows. Oh god, he knows. He's dying. He is going to die. And Jack can't follow. They try shooting, desperate, but it makes no difference. There is nothing they can do.
He's dying.
'We've got to get you out of here. I can survive anything, but you can't.'
But it won't make any difference. 'It's too late. I breathed the air.'
He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't, but there isn't any choice. Oh god. He's dying.
'There's got to be something, there's got to be an antidote!'
It's too late. 'You said you would fight.' Jack has to keep fighting. He has to. Take this death and let it fuel him, not stop him, but he has to keep fighting. Ianto can't bare the thought that all this, his own death, might be in vain.
'And I take it back, alright? I take it all back, but not him!' Oh Jack! He's so desperate, and Ianto hates himself just a little bit for leaving him, for leaving him alone. He never wanted to.
He can feel it, the weakness, the dizziness. It won't be long now. It can't be. He starts to fall, crumpling towards the ground. Jack grabs him, a litany of 'no', lowering him to the floor. Holding him. He never wants Jack to stop holding him. He doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want to die.
Jack's holding him, name fierce on his lips. This is an order he won't be able to follow, no matter how much he wants to. He has always known that he would die, long before Jack, but not yet. Please, not yet. He's not ready. They haven't had enough time.
'It's all my fault.'
Oh god no. How can it be? 'No it's not.'
'Don't speak, save your breath.'
It's too late for that, far too late, and he needs to speak. He needs to say this. Jack's hand on his face, and his own tears catching in his throat. But he says it. 'I love you.'
Jack shakes his head. 'Don't.' But how can he not? He loves him, and he thinks Jack, though he knows he won't say it, loves him. It's in the pain in his eyes, and Ianto wishes he could stop it, take the pain away, but he is the cause. He's so sorry for that. He feels like he's sliding away, eyes drifting shut. He isn't ready yet! Please, not yet.
Hand on his face, Jack's, holding him. 'Ianto. Ianto.' Edge of desperation. It can't end like this. Please. It can't. 'Ianto, stay with me. Ianto, stay with me, please.' He's trying, oh god, he's trying.
He draws a breath, staring up. Jack's face. This could be the last time he sees it. 'Hey. It was good, yeah?'
'Yeah.'
'Don't forget me.' He can't bare Jack forgetting him. He has to ask. It's not enough, but there's nothing else left.
'Never could.'
'Thousand years time ... you won't remember me.' How can he? How would it be possible to remember then?
'Yes I will. I promise. I will.' And he believes. He has to. There's nothing left but that, and that will have to be enough. Jack never breaks his promises. Not to him.
Oh god. It's going dark. He's dying. Is this what it is? Is this death? It is. It must be. And as he fades he clings to Jack. Clings to him, and his love, and the promise.
///// \\\\\
Jack holds him, Ianto's name falling across his lips as he begs him not to go, to stay with him. And he knows it's impossible, just as he knows he will never forget Ianto Jones. He brushes a kiss across his lips, barely there, a ghostly whisper of contact, and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, he won't be alone in the darkness.
He dies.