Title: Open Your Eyes
By: Baconaise-Light
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Warnings: song-fic
Song: Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol
A/N: My first songfic. Yay! ^^ alright, i've rated this low, but warnings are for male/male relationships (don't like, don't read) and for angsty themes.
Summary: The first half is from Ianto's point of view, the second half is from Jack's. They mull over Jack's deaths...

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All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you

He wanted to be able to protect him from the darkness that was now so familiar to him he could smell it in his dreams.

The pain wasn't the reason he rushed over to his lifeless body to hold him in his arms. The pain he was sure the older man was used to.

No….it was what he had heard came after the pain that made him want to hold him till everything went away.

My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old

He'd be back after a few minutes; he always was. But it was those few minutes, every second ticking slowly by, which made his heart wrench as he watched the still form of the man he loved.

Then, when eventually the captain opened his eyes again, the young man's heart would be released, and he would breath well again in the knowledge that he was, once again, back with him.

The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts.

It wasn't like he hadn't died a thousand times before. He just wanted to be there for him when he woke up.

I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine

Because…maybe….just maybe…it was a whole lot easier to have someone there with you, holding you; to let you know that it will all be okay.

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Dying was easy. It was simple. You could almost say that it had become part of his daily routine.

Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire

But the blackness that came after that…he would never get used to it. Something he knew that everyone else in the world would one day experience eternally; he got to experience for around five minutes every time.

Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time

It scared him. Of course it did. Every time he went there again he just wanted it to end. Wanted the darkness to leave him be; to take someone else for a change instead of him.

Then it was over and he would feel a rush of fresh air as he was released from the darkness and was able to open his eyes again.

Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere

He was used to waking up on his own. He always had been alone, and he expected he always would be.

However, recently, he had become used to waking up to find strong, warm arms wrapped around him in protection, as though holding him there to keep him from escaping completely. This made death a whole lot easier. He felt wanted and loved…and suddenly the darkness didn't feel so frightening any more.

I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine

Of course, next time he woke up from the darkness he was freezing. The warm arms that had once been wrapped around him were still trapped in the darkness.

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

Tell me that you'll open your eyes

He would open his eyes every time; that was something he was certain of. But he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. He wanted to stay and look for those warm arms again.

He wasn't scared of the dark anymore.

He was scared of being alone.

All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you

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