Dirty... That's all he's ever felt, all his life, is dirty... So dirty... The filth started from when he was a child and kept growing. Now, no matter how much he tries, he will never be rid of it...

The dark black ink scrawled against the pale white paper depicts my life. My life of regret and of the times I want to forget. The times I can't bare to remember. The times where I wonder if love is even real.

"What do you mean you don't believe in love?" Tosh asked. This is the story of Owens response. Can't think of better way to explain this story...

Dreamsicle. That's was what the candle was called. Spock sniffed it gingerly and smiled at the memory that blossomed from it.

There's a key to all of Ianto's secrets. A combination on a computer program. The last hope for Jack to figure out why Ianto killed himself the night before. The only way Jack could understand why his love for Ianto just wasn't enough. Hidden by only a few letters of computer code. Computer code that would unlock Ianto's world.

Jack tells his kids the story of The Doctor and the universe.

Nightfall came upon the sky and Jack and Ianto kissed under the silver light of the stars that flew above them.

The wrath of Ianto Jones is not something to take lightly. This is a story of revenge! And coffee :)

The sirens were blaring through the air. Tears and screaming were all around me. I lied there on the concrete. Only left with my last thoughts as I felt the harsh grasp of reality, pulling me away.

The sun kissed the waves of the ocean as it slowly started to slip down the blue sky, which was rapidly turning into the colors red and amber. And even though it was a beautiful sight, Ianto and Jack could only feel the misery from the loss of two friends.

This is how Ianto retreats from the pain of the world. But his solution usually ends up causing more problems than fixing them.

It never stopped being his fault...Always... I'll fix myself up, with duct tape, and glue just like I always do

Ianto always felt empty. Nothing could fill the void he felt. Nothing could fill the vastness that Jack left when he disappeared. This was his way of coping.

The emotionless mask that Ianto always wore was starting to mold to his face.

Ianto gets plunged into his nightmares and memories from when he was a child. "It's My Fault"

Jack is in an alien bar thinking about his past and looking inside his tiny tin box. Rated T because its Torchwood. :)

Jack is tired as hell from a day of weevil hunting, no good can come from this. Fluff