A Welshman's Guidance

A/N: I haven't written in while but here is a really short one-shot I wrote in class the other day. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Blame my brain!

After the funeral, he went home. He had refused to leave Ianto's body to UNIT and had taken him home to give him a proper funeral. The moment the coffin started down the hole, his heart broke. He wanted to scream. He wanted to open the coffin, take his lover's body out of there, go home and cry. He didn't believe Ianto was dead. He didn't want to believe it.

Jack opened the door to Ianto's apartment. This place that had over the last 2 years become his home was now unwelcoming, cold. When the door opened, a whiff of the Welshman's scent filled the Captain's nostrils.

Finally, he couldn't take it. His knees buckled, he crumbled to the ground and started crying. That's how Gwen found him: broken, hopeless, lost without his Welshman's guidance.