A Lock Of Hair
A lock of hair. That was all Jack
had left of the only person he'd ever truly cared for. He put the
hair by his nose and inhaled deeply. It smelt of apricot and coffee.
Jack looked confusedly at the lock.
"Guess his blood was
caffeine." Jack chuckled, in spite of himself. He sat down on the
edge of the spaceship roof. He put the lock carefully in his
pocket.
"I'll be with you soon, Ianto." Jack whispered. He
jumped.