Author's Note: Well, this is my first attempt at any kind of Torchwood story. A friend of mine got me hooked, and I couldn't resist making a drabble series about them. These will be mostly about Jack, Ianto, and a mixture of the two. This particular one is set after episode 4 of CoE series.
I will never look at a cup of coffee the same. Ever.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, Ianto would be alive.
Captain Jack Harkness sat in the corner booth of an old, worn out breakfast café. It was six in the morning, and he was the only customer. The usually energetic man was silent, save for the small tapping noises that his fingers made on the tabletop. A woman wearing a waitress uniform stopped by his table and handed Jack a small cup of coffee. Without looking up, Jack took the cup and inhaled deeply before taking a small sip. The moment the liquid touched his lips Jack handed the cup back to the waitress. "Not the same."
The woman sighed, the bags under her eyes showing that she had not gotten a lot of sleep as of late. She was confused as to why the coffee wasn't the same as any other cup. "I'm sorry honey," she started, "I'll take it back again, but the fifth cup of coffee won't taste any better. I can take it off your bill of you want."
Jack shook his head at that last request and grabbed onto the woman's arm as she went to walk away. "I'll keep it."
His voice was rough, and had an almost desperate tone. The waitress nodded and slowly set the cup back on the table. Once the woman was out of site, Jack scooted the cup until it was directly under his nose, letting the warm steam rise up from the cup and curl around his face. Jack closed his eyes and slowly small tears dropped into the cup, making a slight dripping noise as the surface of the coffee was disrupted.
Let me know what you think!