Title: The Light in His Life
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ianto Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 19, Light
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Tenth Doctor or Ianto Jones, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


The Doctor glanced over at Ianto, a smile on his lips.

He couldn't imagine a life without this man in it. He had fallen for Ianto the moment they'd first met, when he had looked into those beautiful eyes.

Maybe he hadn't wanted to admit to the attraction at first. He had tried to fight it; he'd thought that it would be better for Ianto not to be involved with him. It would have been less dangerous for the young man. And he wouldn't have to watch yet another person he loved age and die.

But he hadn't been able to deny his feelings -- and after a while, he hadn't wanted to. It would have been impossible for him to do so, at any rate.

He loved Ianto. He always would, until the end of time itself.

Ianto was the light in his life, the brightness in his world. It would have all long ago gone dark and bleak without this man to bring that light to him.

A life without Ianto would be no life at all, he told himself. Without the light that this man brought to his life and to his hearts, he would have lost the will to live, even to regenerate. He would have simply let himself die, let himself wink out of existence, no longer caring.

No, he thought with a sigh. He probably wouldn't have been able to do that. After all, the Master was still out there, loose in the universe.

The Master would like nothing more than for his light to be extinguished, so he would be able to wreak havoc in the lives of so many people, in so many galaxies.

He wasn't about to let that happen. No, he wouldn't have simply given up and died rather than regenerate again. But, luckily, now that wasn't going to happen. Not only did he have Ianto in his life, but thanks to the Rift, he would no longer have to worry about regenerating into a new body.

And to think that had been caused by the Master's attempt to kill Ianto, to take his light away from him! That was poetic justice, it was. It almost made him smile.

He was just grateful that his love was still with him.

They would always be together, the Doctor told himself, unable to hold back his smile of joy at that thought. His Ianto would be with him forever. He was now immortal.

There were no more barriers between them, nothing that could possibly keep them apart. They would travel the stars until time ceased to exist, always finding new adventures, always depending on each other. His happiness was finally complete; the light would always be in his life.

Ianto must have felt the Doctor's eyes on him; he raised his head from his book and smiled, the expression of joy on his face mirroring what the Doctor felt in his hearts.

That light would always always be here for him. Always.