THREE BULLETS
(Ianto doesn't like people much, especially when they shoot him)
The first bullet missed. The second one nicked his ear as it whizzed by. The third one didn't.
It unfolded before his eyes in blurred slow motion like a cheap version of The Matrix. He saw them coming, pumping out of the handgun aimed at his face the moment he stepped into the building society. It was just one of those days where everything was destined to go wrong and as he spiralled backwards toward the marble floor it all made perfect sense. It just had to be a bloody Thursday didn't it, his first day off in three months and some bastard decides to shoot him. The only reason he had needed to take the day off was to re jig his bloody mortgage for a flat he barely spent any time in. His back connected with the hard floor and the back of his skull bounced with the impact on the ground. He lay there, stunned, blinking at the light fittings above him, opening his mouth like a fish out of water. Great, not aliens then, just some tosser with a gun trying to hold up a bank. Fucking great. He was supposed to be meeting Jack for dinner in a couple of hours. Shit, his suit was ruined. He could feel his blood, his life spreading out on the floor beneath him, wetness seeping through his hand made charcoal suit, the one that Jack had bought for him, the one Jack had had specially made for him. It just wasn't fair, Ianto loved that suit because of the memories it carried.
"Ok Ianto, bare with me here." Jack smiled cheekily as he waved the tape measure about.
"I need all your measurements, so if you could just take those off and we'll begin."
Jack had taken almost the whole night with that one and three weeks later a new suit had arrived on Valentine's Day no less. And now this moronic idiot with the gun had spoilt it. Ianto was mad, really mad, probably more angry than he had ever been in his life. There was nothing he could do but take in the view of the ceiling and lie there feeling mad. He didn't want to go out like this it was a waste. He should be fighting to save the world, but then with a world full of twats was it really worth saving? It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He closed his eyes. It really wasn't fair.
When he awoke in his hospital bed he found a large box had been placed at his feet. He sat up rather gingerly and picked up the envelope attached to the box.
'Ianto'
He carefully opened it recognising Jack's untidy script.
'The doctors and nurses wouldn't let me re -measure you whilst you were sleeping (spoil all my fun) so I hope you haven't put on any weight in the last two months. Given the amount of Pizza's we've been having lately….. You looked so beautiful in the last one, so here's another.
Yours Forever,
Jack X'
Ianto ran shaking finger tips over the silky paper and smiled.
