Title: Promises, promises.

Warnings: Swearing and some sex and stuff.

Summary: Set when Jack leaves with the Doctor, Ianto doesn't cope very well.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING APART FROM THE PLOT. IT BELONGS TO RTD AND THE BBC.

IF I OWNED IT..IANTO AND JACK WOULD BE TOGETHER FOREVER...AND GWEN WOULD DIE.


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Bit short i know, but it'll get better!


Ianto opened the door to his apartment and sighed. He hadn't been home in weeks and the place stunk. He shut the door behind him and entered the living room. The place looked like a bomb hit it, that always happened when Jack was round. Ianto could slowly feel the lump in his throat grow, but fought back the tears. He sat down on his sofa and saw something out the corner of his eye. He bent down and picked up a deep blue shirt. It was Jack's. Suddenly, Ianto couldn't hold back his tears anymore, he burst out crying and held the shirt close to him. This is why he hadn't been home in a while, until Owen practically threw him out. He quickly realised it was Jack's lucky shirt and started to panic. What if Jack came back for it? What if he came back and no-one was there, at the hub? What if he needed his lucky shirt?...His lucky shirt. Ianto remembered why he had called it that.

"Come on, Jack, get dressed the other's will be back anytime soon," Ianto panicked.

"Who cares, besides I'm happy. Finally got you out of those clothes," Jack went round to the now fully dressed Ianto and put his arms around his waist.

"Why sir, I thought you liked my suits?"

"I do...but not as much as i like you out of them."

"Sir? Get dressed," Ianto handed Jack a deep blue shirt.

"This is my official favorite shirt, my lucky shirt in fact."

"Sir?"

"Just think about it, It must be lucky. It got me you," Jack smiled and kissed Ianto softly.

Ianto was snatched from his thoughts by a thud, which he soon realised was him. He had fell to the ground and his guess was he wasn't moving any time soon. He looked at what he had in his hands. He had somehow managed to find his way to his scotch cupboard and was now holding a full bottle. He was about too begin drinking it when he heard a voice.

"Ianto stop. Don't drink it, it's not worth it." Ianto felt anger wash over him as he recognised the voice, but he knew he must have been hallucinating.

"Fuck you Jack. You left me. You don't control me anymore," but Ianto knew that was a lie.

He put the bottle to his lips and began to drown his sorrows, his life would never be the same again.

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