AN – Second little random of the night. As usual they are not mine, just borrowing.
It had been a tough couple of months. His team were exhausted and mentally drained, none more so that Ianto.
After what happened with Lisa, Jack had seen a want in Ianto to give up, give in.
It would have been easier for everyone if Jack had just retconed Ianto then and there and given him a new life. But he knew that ultimately it wasn't the best thing for the man.
So he had kept him here. Kept him working; kept pushing at him to go on missions, catch weevils, work all that anger and pain out of him. Pushing him, pushing him, pushing him.
Jack had no idea if Ianto knew that he was doing all this in the best interests of their archivist, or if the young Welshman just thought he was being punished for what had happened. He would probably never know.
He walked through the quiet, empty Hub, into his office and down the ladder to his sleeping quarters. He stopped, a surprised smile playing over his lips.
A rose lay on his pillow. A note next to it said simply;
"Thank you."
