Summary- Short Drabble about how Jack feels about Ianto's death. Jack is wondering the streets of London thinking about Ianto. Janto
Disclaimer- No, I don't own Torchwood. :( shame really.
Paring- Jack/Ianto.
A/N- I was told to write a fic with the paring Jack/TARDIS but this was how it turned out lol. Enjoy :D
Jack was broken. The one person he truly loved was gone. Dead. D-E-A-D! Dead! How could he live with out him? He couldn't. He couldn't bear trying to live without him. A life with out Ianto with out Ianto just... wasn't life. Jack had tried travelling, getting away but it just seemed to make the ache worse. He knew that Ianto would have loved to see the stars and doing it with out him hurt so much. Once he got back to back to Earth he couldn't bring himself to go back to Cardiff. Ianto was Cardiff. He couldn't go see Reece and Gwen, it would be too much. He just couldn't do it without Ianto. This was how he found himself wondering the streets of London in the early hours of Christmas morning. The ground was lightly dusted with snow. Christmas without Ianto. Christmas alone. Jack had never been so lonely in his life. He was wondering down Old Kent Road when he saw it. Where ever it is its owner would be somewhere around. The one person who could perhaps make it easier for him. The one person who he could talk to. The one person who would understand.
He ran over to the bright blue box. Maybe, just maybe he could be happy again. He kissed the box before knocking and entering.
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