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John looked at Jack with an open sneer, "Captain John Hart, note the sarcasm!"
All this time, all this time he was enjoying life, dancing around the bloody place with his own little bunch of merry men …OK merry men and women, but you know what I mean.
He looked at the gap toothed one, her tits welcoming, but the little Asian one was so sweet.
The snarling little toad did nothing for him but then … then he saw the suit.
John stared and felt his blood boil as he thought of all the ways he would kill Jack for this.
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They stood at the elevator, one inside, the other out. John held the gun, stunned as he pushed his forehead against the barrel and growled softly.
Challenging him.
So kissable.
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The diamond. He needed the diamond.
The only thing that could combine with the diamond in the ring, making it a memory restorer.
He was tricked.
He failed.
Again.
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John looked down at Jack as he lay in the grave, those eyes looking back and he remembered his promise to his lovely Heart's Keeper. With a sigh, the ring slid from his finger and he flicked it in, almost feeling the breath of his love on his neck.
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John wept as he walked through the house, the ruins of his life.
He found the space Hendry used to curl up in for little cat naps and folded himself into the space.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember his smell.
The sound of his teddy bear breathing in the dark.
Something glittered and he smiled to himself as he pulled Hendry's little broach from the bedding, clipped to the corner of his pillowslip.
The last thing from his home, his people.
The little pin.
He looked closer at the cluster of precious stones and started to laugh.
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A row of bodies.
Covered in red blankets.
A space where Jack had been, racing off to do his last act of betrayal.
The bodies were being moved, one by one to the morgue below.
The hand that fell from the gurney was manicured, delicate and cold as the technician lifted it carefully back under the blanket to lay by the trouser leg of its owner.
They shuffled off for the next, leaving the gurney in the cool room.
John stepped from the shadows, his hands shaking as they folded back the blanket and he looked on the face of Ianto Jones.
He left without detection, looking back at that hand one more time as it lay so still on the gurney.
So he had failed again.
Time ticked, another body was moved in, and then the door closed with a soft click.
Soon the corpse was just one of many.
The clipboard with the name 'Ianto Boedine Jones" slid from the corpse to the floor with a clatter.
It was followed by the blanket.
A hand grasped at the edge of the gurney, the ring glinting in the harsh light, as did the little pin on his tie.
Hendry woke.