Written for DarqueQueen7, for leaving the 300th review on my ff.net drabble collection. I hope this is what you wanted!
I realise I'm a bit behind posting this, but the month-long challenge on tw100 took over my life for a bit.
Summary: Sometimes Ianto feels adrift, but Jack is there for him.
Leaning on the railings, Ianto stared across the bay, wind ruffling his hair.
He shivered. Sometimes he felt like one of those boats out on the water, tossed relentlessly by storms, adrift, going where he was driven with no will of his own. It scared him. His life revolved around Torchwood and sometimes he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.
Warm, strong arms enveloped him from behind; soft lips brushed his cheek.
He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into the embrace, anchored once more in the safe harbour that was Jack, knowing whatever happened, he wouldn’t face it alone.
The End
He shivered. Sometimes he felt like one of those boats out on the water, tossed relentlessly by storms, adrift, going where he was driven with no will of his own. It scared him. His life revolved around Torchwood and sometimes he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.
Warm, strong arms enveloped him from behind; soft lips brushed his cheek.
He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into the embrace, anchored once more in the safe harbour that was Jack, knowing whatever happened, he wouldn’t face it alone.
The End