The Diary That (Mostly) Never Was 1/?

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Title: The Diary That Mostly Never Was
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Ianto's diary entries in the year that never was
Spoilers: End of days
Warnings: I forsee lots of angst
Rating: pg for now, maybe pg13 for some chapters

A/N Okay, this idea has been bugging my brain for about a week, don't panic it won't be 365 chapters long, nowhere near. I hope i can do with it what i want to, only time will tell i suppose.

Ianto picked up his diary, opened it to the correct page and picked up his pen. He hadn't written in it the day before, he just couldn't bring himself to, but he needed to get his thoughts and feelings out of his head. He had a feeling he wouldn't be writing in it every day as usual for a while.

Tuesday 22nd August 2007

We thought he was dead, dead and gone despite Gwen telling us he had told her he could never die, hell we had seen him come back to life after Owen shot him. But it had been days, I wish I had had the nerve to tell Gwen to get away from his side, that I wanted to be the one waiting for him to wake up, how much I cared for him.

And then, just as we had all given up hope, including Gwen, he was there, standing with Gwen. Alive, oh so alive. The feelings of happiness that flooded through me are indescribable, even as I walked over to him with my hand out to shake his I couldn't quite believe he wasn't just a ghost. Then when he pulled me into his arms and kissed me I felt so wonderful, I knew I meant something to him other than a part-time shag.

And then he left. No note, nothing. Just seemed to vanish off the face of the earth, something had taken him. Something bad? Would he be hurt? Would he ever come back? Did whoever took him know of him, did they take him on purpose because they hated him or loved him? To many questions, they are making my brain ache. All I know is I miss him, I physically ache for him already and he's only been gone a day.

I want to cry but the tears won't come, maybe my head is being over ruled by my heart that still beats in the hope he will return. Maybe I will be able to think clearer in the days that follow, I know I should go home to my flat but I don't want to be alone, even when the others aren't here there's still Myfanwy to keep me company and try and distract my thoughts. Maybe tonight I'll be able to sleep.

TBC

Please let me know, should i carry on?

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