| The Scrap Byn ( @ 2008-04-06 00:22:00 |
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| Entry tags: | character death, completed, deathfic, drabble, fandom, g, jack/ianto, less than 500 words, romance, slash, torchwood |
Untitled - G
Oh dear. It's been since Christmas that I've updated.
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, drabble, deathfic
Warnings: Slash, character death(s)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 100
Completed: Yes
Notes: A depressy, non-spoilery, character-deathy Torchwood(y) drabble. Regrettably inspired by the residual feelings of the death of a friend; I dedicate this to Justin's memory.
Ianto's death wasn't sudden; nor did it come too soon, like the others' had. It was the cancer that got him in the end. He'd had the opportunity that none of the others had: to live, to love, to grow old before Jack's eyes, and not once did he stray from his Captain. Until now, at his deathbed, off to the one place Jack could never hope to follow. Jack sat beside the hospital bed, trying to think of something—anything—to say that could sum up his time with Ianto. He pressed a kiss beside his ear. "I'm sorry."