I think this is my third or fourth Torchwood fic. I came up with this fic while listening to Remember me by Josh Groban. It is NOT a suicide fic, i cannot stress that enough- IANTO DOES NOT DIE
The photo that Ianto had removed from the walls was beginning to fade a little, just like the memory of the person pictured grinning in it. The corners were creased and the edges felt flimsy as the young Welshman's fingers tightened around it. The man in the photo was winking at the photographer, his brown fringe framing his handsome face, his arm resting on Ianto's shoulder. It had been taken a year earlier, way before they had met Gwen- when the team had been forced to deal with enormous rift activities on a beach in Norway.
Ianto felt a lump in his throat, as he hurriedly stuffed the photo into his pocket and picked up the tray of three mugs of coffee, waiting on the counter. He walked slowly into the main lab and forced a small smile on his face as he approached the rest of the team.
"Coffee Gwen?" he asked softly, stooping down to expertly pass a cup to the brunette as she scribbled away at some paperwork.
"Thanks Ianto- you're a darling," she smiled kindly- and Ianto could see concern etched across her face. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine thank you," he mumbled, passing her desk and slipping the other two mugs onto the desk beside Tosh and Owen, who were arguing about something that seemed to involve poker.
They looked up as Ianto passed, giving the same comforting smile as Gwen. Ianto scowled and returned to the kitchen, placing his hands on the counter to steady himself. Fresh tears poured out of his eyes as he contemplated what he was about to do.
The packet lay open on the counter as he opened it and placed one of the white pills in his jean pocket, hands shaking. He stumbled back into the lobby and tapped Gwen on the shoulder. She span round in her chair and smiled up at him.
"Hey Ianto. What's up?"
Ianto coughed nervously. "I'm going to get some fresh air for a bit. Make sure to put your mug in the kitchen when you're done," his voice came out hoarse, but he managed a quick smile at the end.
"Okay sweetheart," Gwen replied. "Get some rest. You look worn out."
Ianto nodded solemnly and span round.
"That is the last time I'm going to speak to her," he mumbled to himself as he let himself out of the hub. "I think I'm going to miss them. All of them."
By this point, Ianto was crying uncontrollably. With one last look at the monument hiding Torchwood, he placed the pill in his mouth and sat down near the docks to await his fate. Whatever that might be.
I will carry this fic on if i get enough reviews- i have a fantastic idea so please press the button- y'know you want to ;)