Falling Slowly.

Falling slowly was not Jack's style.

When he fell, he fell hard and fast.

It had been that way with the Doctor,

It had been that way with the real Captain Harkness,

It had been that way with Anya.

But now Jack found himself in unknown territory.

I don't know you

But I want you

All the more for that

Ianto Jones was unlike anyone else he had ever known.

He was quiet without being shy,

And confidant without having to be the centre of attention.

He was strong

But he didn't need to make anyone else feel weak to be that way.

Ianto always knew what to say,

And he also knew when no words were needed.

Words fall through me

And always fool me

And I can't react

It had started as a spark.

An instant flicker of attraction,

But nothing more.

He had never expected anything to come of it.

Of course he had flirted,

Because that was what he did.

But it was all supposed to just be harmless fun.

And games that never amount

To more than they're meant to

Will play themselves out

But the spark had grown into a flame

And Jack had been drawn in like a moth.

He still couldn't decide

Whether that was a good thing or not.

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

All he knew was that without realising it

He had fallen in love with Ianto Jones,

And he was in deep.

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now

The first time he had started to feel the flames lick at his heart

He had run back to the Doctor.

But the Doctor had changed.

And then the Master had captured him.

And he had had to live through a year of hell.

A year that hadn't happened.

And the only thing that had kept him going,

Kept him sane,

Was the thought that Ianto needed him.

Ianto was out there somewhere

And Jack had to find him.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me

And I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase me

And I'm painted back

He thanked whatever gods were up there everyday that Ianto didn't remember that year.

Jack didn't think he'd be able to go on living

If Ianto remembered even a moment of that hell.

Not that he had a choice about the living part,

But the point still stood.

Ianto had been through too much already

To have to deal with what had happened

Under the Master's reign of terror.

Jack had put him through so much.

You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It's time you won

But now Jack back at Torchwood,

Was that any better for Ianto?

He had abandoned him

Abandoned them all.

They shouldn't trust him

But they did.

Ianto trusted him.

Why?

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now

Earlier that night,

In the throws of passion

Ianto had said it.

He had said the words that had been drifting around in Jack's had for a year.

"I love you."

He hadn't said it back.

He wasn't ready yet

To drop the act,

To let his lover really see him.

The true,

Horrible monster

That lived under the pretty face.

He wasn't ready to walk willingly into the fire yet.

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made now

And now all he could do was sing under his breath

To the sleeping man in his arms

And hope.

Hope that maybe

Someday

He could stop pretending

And let himself become completely engulfed in the raging fire.

And burn

With Ianto.

Falling slowly sing your melody

I'll sing along

A/N: 'Falling Slowly' belongs to Glen Hansard and everyone involved with 'Once'. Jack and Ianto belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC.

This fic however belongs to me, and I'm rather proud of it. Please R&R and tell me what you think.

I urge anyone who hasn't seen 'Once' yet to see it as soon as possible. It completely deserves every bit of praise that is being heaped on it and this song defiantly deserves its Oscar.

I'm not really sure when this fic is set, I'll let you decide yourselves.

It's my brother's birthday today so I'm dedicating this to him, Happy Birthday Tuan!