Characters: Ianto, OC, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 551: Regret at tw100.
Summary: Ianto and Jack arrive on an alien planet at a bad time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Ghost of a Chance ‘Verse.
“I regret to inform you,” the alien medic said, an expression of sorrow on hir face, “the one you call ‘Jack’ is no more. It was too severely injured; we were unable to restore life. I offer my sincere condolences.”
They’d only intended to make a brief stopover on the planet, just long enough to drop off their cargo and hopefully secure an outgoing load. Tinder’s World’s main export was a very potent alcoholic beverage that was highly prized throughout this end of the Milky Way; if they could bargain for a few dozen cases they could practically name their own price if they took it as far as the more affluent worlds around Galactic Centre.
Unfortunately, they’d arrived at a bad time and got caught up in an attack carried out by a militant group from a neighbouring planet who considered alcohol to be the devil’s work. Jack had been caught in an explosion.
Ianto’s only consolation was that it had been quick; Jack wouldn’t have suffered much. As he gasped back to life, startling the medical team, Ianto gave a wry smile. “I regret to inform you that death never really sticks with him; he always comes back.”