Author's Note: Back again! Really short one this time, though. Was rewatching "Something Borrowed" and wondered what had happened to Jack's little box after the hub blew up. Thanks to all of my reviewers and silent stalkers. ^_^
Jack stared at the small box. It was just the right size, and had a small lock on it. Nothing serious, he could probably tear it off with his hands if he wanted to, but just what he needed. It was made out of thin metal, nothing fancy. No drawings or decorations. Something discreet that someone wouldn't even notice was sitting there if they weren't looking for it.
It was perfect.
He paid the vender, using the strange money that was this planet's currency. There was a time where all money was strange, each new planet different in some way. But now, Jack couldn't help but compare everything to Earth and it's landmarks, it's ways, it's people. And it hurt.
Jack's hands played with the box all the way back to the ship, where he sat silently, staring at the box, trying to decide whether or not he would do it, open it, start again. Allow himself to open again.
And he took a deep breath, opened the lid, and slipped his hand inside of his large coat pocket, withdrawing it a few seconds later, an old and worn photograph between his fingers. Jack closed his eyes, dropped the photo in the box, then opened his eyes, tears falling from his face as Ianto's smiling one was looking back.
Then Jack closed the box, locked it with his little key, and stashed it away. He needed a drink.
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