Stimulus: Seams
Spoilers: Well it has to be post-Journey's End (Doctor Who).
POV: Ianto
Dedication: To RTD once again, for giving Donna the best possible exit :) (even if I did cry my eyes out)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. Sometimes I think… if I did… how great would that be? And then I look at all the disappointed fangirls waiting to rip out RTD's throat and I think… not great at all. I think I'll just stick to bitching about him :)
AN: Not sure if this makes sense… took me several tries to get this far. I tried elaborating, but it just seemed wrong.
-x-
Ianto had always wondered why Jack had a thing for suits.
He'd thought he would wonder forever; Jack, being Jack, wasn't the type to indulge his secrets so easily. He'd asked a few times but the one liners shot back at him weren't even worth the breath. This, he reasoned, was just another one of those things.
But then he'd seen him.
The Doctor.
Ianto had taken a knife to Jack's favourite suit that night, hacking and ripping and tearing until nothing was left but rags. Then he'd sat there amongst the ruined fabric of his life and tried to forget that it wasn't just the suit that had come apart at the seams.