DISCLAIMER: I do not own Torchwood or the characters and am not making any profit from this. Sad but true.
SUMMARY: Ianto sits by the metallic wreckage of his lost love and makes a promise to himself. Please review :)
WRECKED
Ianto could still hear his own scream resounding in his head.
He sank to his knees amid the wreckage. Warped, metallic debris. The shattered, twisted remains of what he had once loved.
He ran his hand almost reverently over the metal. It was sickeningly cold and lifeless under his hesitant touch.
Tears sprang up behind his eyes and he blinked them back, swallowed, and clenched his hands into fists.
Kneeling alone on the cold floor of the Hub, Ianto made a promise to himself. A silent vow that this would never happen again.
Owen and his Singularity Scalpel were not going anywhere near the next coffee machine.