Title: Time Stands Still
Author: flowergurl4675
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Drabble, fluff.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: G.
Status: Complete
Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh. Don't sue.
Note: Dedicated to my oh-so-awesome yakkorat_fics because of her Jack/Ianto obsession and also introducing me to Torchwood. Also, comments are love~

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He was hurt. Badly.

Jack couldn't forgive himself for such a careless mistake. He sat at the autopsy room, his hands clasped together in nervous habit. "God, don't die on me..." he whispered, more to himself than to the unconscious body of Ianto Jones.

He didn't know what to do to pass time. Even though it was only a week ago when everything had happened, it felt as if he had been sitting there by Ianto's side for at least a century now. And he would know; he had seen more than anyone.

Today, he felt like talking more than any day. So he did. He talked about the Doctor. He talked about Rose. He talked about Estelle. He talked about Jack.

"And there's you," he said at last, letting out a hollow laugh. "There's you. Ianto Jones. The Tea-Boy." He shook his head. "What are you? I don't know anything about you. The only thing I remember is the way we met-"

"So do I," whispered a weak voice. Jack's head shot up.

"Ianto?"

"You-you said I'd have the most important job in the hub," Ianto's voice was heavy and strained. "I'd save you by making coffee, Sir."

"Ianto..." Jack repeated, holding Ianto's chalk-colored hands, planting a few kisses on them. When Ianto cracked a weak smiled, Jack returned the favor, beaming. "You know," he said, caressing Ianto's tousled hair, "you still have the most important job, although it's a little different."

"And what is that, Sir?" Ianto winced in pain.

Jack smiled from ear to ear. "Keeping me alive."

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