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Drabble: Situations Vacant

Title: Situations Vacant

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack, mentions the rest of the team

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 288, Week 2 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100

Spoilers: Exit Wounds. (Sorry).

Summary: In the aftermath of Exit Wounds, Jack roams the Hub late at night.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Episode title = drabble title. It’s just easier that way. Sorry this one’s so sad.






All was dark and silent; Gwen had long since gone home and Ianto was sleeping fitfully in Jack’s bunk.



Jack couldn’t sleep; the events of the past 24 hours – or was it two thousand years? – whirling through his mind in an endless
loop.



Pausing by Tosh’s workstation, he ran fingertips over her keyboard. The thought flashed into his mind: She’d never use it again.



Finally stepping into the autopsy bay, once Owen’s domain, he stopped. Ianto had cleaned, scrubbing until his hands were raw, but in his mind Jack could still see blood.



And empty places where friends should be.



The End



Comments

*sniff* my heart broke all over again, lovely sad little drabble.
Sorry! *hands heart glue*

I'm still mostly in denial over Exit Wounds, as well as CoE, but this one just had to be written. I promise something more light-hearted for tomorrow!

Thank you.
So sad. You made me sniffle before breakfast.
So sorry *hugs*, hope you're not weeping into your coffee, Ianto would never forgive me!

I prefer not to inflict sadness on others, but I saw the title and my brain instantly went to Exit Wounds =(

Thank you.
Heart breaking!
I know! *sniffles*

Sorry, I try not to write sad stuff but it sometimes sneaks up on me. I have something more cheerful to post tomorrow.

Thank you.
My sister died two years ago Thursday. I made it through that day with an empty mind, but since then the empty spaces in my heart & soul won't shut up.

I have managed my life through characters and their stories.
Thank you for this timely one echoing the sound of my heartache.
*hugs* I'm sorry for you loss. The deaths of those we love leave holes in our lives that can never be filled.

Thank you.
Very poignant picture you created, focusing perfectly on the greatest reminders Jack, Ianto and Gwen will have to face everyday from now on. Very heartbreaking!
Thank you.

I prefer to write happy things and to ignore Exit Wounds, but sometimes the prompts take me to sadder places. This one was very emotional to write.
*Wibble*
Too sad :-(
I know! *hands tissues*

Sorry *hugs* It just insisted on being written =(
Mwah... :(

Well done.
Thank you.

I made myself so sad with this one I had to write something silly after.
that was so sad but beautifully written!
Thank you. I made myself sad writing it =(
Really moving
Thanks, it was hard to write as I tend to ignore the existence of Exit Wounds - in my 'verse, everyone still lives.
Such a sad, vivid picture you've painted--Jack lurking around like a ghost, poor Ianto with his hands raw. My heart goes out to them. :(

Edited at 2013-07-17 07:57 pm (UTC)
I think I broke mine a bit while writing this. I had to keep reminding myself that in my world they didn't die - Owen saved Tosh and Jack helped Ianto with the cleaning. The prompt just took me irresistibly to Exit wounds and I had to write it, even though it hurt to.

Thank you.
too sad.
snif
So sorry *hugs*