Title : Misplaced pity
Summary : Ianto's POV about the way the team sees his relationship with Jack.
Rating : K+
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, the team (mentioned)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta reader welsh_scotsman for her help and unwavering support. Just a short one, but after a frustrating lack of inspiration for the last weeks, I hope this one will give a second wind to my muse.
I know they feel sorry for me, just by the way they look at me surreptitiously when they think I can't see them. They're convinced that Jack is using me and think I'm just another trophy for his very extensive collection. They assume that I'm frustrated and unhappy, because our relationship obviously means more to me than for to him. Being honest, I'm pretty sure they don't even see us as having a relationship.
But they're wrong and they shouldn't feel sorry for me. They should envy me, instead.
Because, when no one is around to see us, entwined in one of those feverish embraces, which are supposed to be the only reason for us to be together, there's always that moment.
When his fingers soften and stroke my cheek with reverence. When his lips get tender and soft on mine, all urgency suddenly forgotten. The few seconds he stops moving and looks at me as if I was the eighth wonder of the world.
That very moment I'm allowed to see the man behind the mask of the dashing hero. That moment Jack dares to show me how much he cares for me.
And just for that, they should be bursting with jealousy and keep their pity for a better cause.