Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 418 – Precious at tw100.
Summary: Jack’s just trying to do as Ianto asked…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
“Stop!” Ianto yelped, running after Jack. “What are you doing?”
Jack stopped short of the dustbin, turning to face Ianto. “I’m clearing the junk out of the spare room like you asked me to. Why?”
“I meant the junk you brought with you when you moved in, the stuff you said you’d sort through when you had more had time. Not my stuff!” Ianto snatched something tattered and faded from the top of the pile in Jack’s arms, hugging it like it was precious. “Nain made this blanket when I was a baby. It’s all I have left of her.”