Grey

The Rift had been active yet again, and this time, what it brought broke Jack's heart.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I'll go."

"Stay."

Ianto stood next to his Captain, looking down at their entwined fingers, "Who was he?"

"My light at the end of a very dark tunnel." Jack replied, tenderly brushing a few stray hairs from the boy's forehead.

"He was your son?"

Jack nodded, "He was only four years old."

Ianto picked up the clipboard as Jack reached for it, "Let me."

"I should-"

"Trust me- this is only until the proper arrangements can be made."

"Arrangements?"

"A proper burial." His eyes flicked up to Jack, "Somewhere in the sunshine, away from all this."

"Why are you doing this?"

Ianto stared stubbornly down at the paper.

"Ianto?"

"Because…because you're hurting and this is the only thing I can do to help you."

The sound of the clipboard hitting the ground echoed around the morgue as Jack pulled Ianto into a hug.

"Thank you…for being here."

Three days later, high up on a hill surrounded by ancient trees the black tombstone read.

Here lies Grey Harkness, beloved son of Jack. Taken well before his time.