A/N - Basically, I'd just like to say, that this is my first Torchwood story and I'd really appreciate some feedback:)
Disclaimer: Not mine, although a girl can wish :)
Ianto stood silently on the lift watching people pass, oblivious to his very presence. He was invisible. It was the role he had always played, until now.
He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He hadn't smoked since he was 16 and hadn't really intended to ever continue the habit, but then Jack had left.
He took another long drag and inhaled deeply, watching as flecks of ash dropped to the floor by his feet. He thought of all the damage smoking could to his health, after all he had to be in "top shape now", Gwen had told him…
"Now that Jack's left. Gone without so much as goodbye", Ianto thought to himself as he looked down at his cigarette and lifting it to his mouth again.
He was anxious. He wasn't used to being part of the team, going out on missions. After all, he was just the 'tea-boy' as Owen so often liked to call him.
Normally he needn't get anxious, not just because he was always inside but because Jack was always there. A slight pat on the shoulder or a brush of fingers as he handed over his coffee. A signal that Jack was there, no matter what Ianto had to tell him.
Taking another long drag, inhaling the intoxicating smoke, Ianto smirked at the irony of Torchwood, Jack and cigarettes. Cigarettes could slowly kill a person and yet so could Torchwood. Cigarettes were highly addictive, a smoker would love the premise of a slow-burning cigarette and Ianto, well he had Jack.
Without realising it, Jack had become Ianto's very own slow-burning cigarette intoxicating and stimulating his senses until his mind was full of Jack.
But Jack was long gone now, who knew when he was coming back? Ianto shook his head vigorously he would not, no, could not think about Jack anymore. Finishing the last of his cigarette, he let it slowly fall to the floor and crushed it beneath his foot, silently hoping that he would not get crushed as well.
END XD