Stimulus: Lost and Found
Spoilers: S1E03
POV: Ianto (yet again)
Dedication: RTD (I love to hate you, and soon you shall be dead… shhhh)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. Thanks to all of you who submitted ideas… I think
AN: This one made me cry. Not just the episode, but the drabble as well… yes, I am a hormonal teenaged girl. Deal with it.
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This was it. All that was left of what he'd been trying to save. Just a stain on the storage room floor and the battered remains of some twisted machine lying on the stone cold floor.
It hurt to lose her. Of course it had.
It hurt even more to realise that he'd lost her – really lost her – a long time ago. The tiny bit of Lisa that he'd been tied to for so long was nothing but a shell.
As Ianto stared at the half human remnants of his lover, he tried to remember an exact point when the who that Lisa was had become a what.
It hadn't been Lisa he'd tried to save – it had been the love she'd had for him. In this place – in a place where no one really cared, that bond was all that he'd had left.
And now, it was gone.
He wished Jack had shot him like he'd said.
After all… when you had nothing left to lose, what good would living do you?
Jack…
He recalled the older man's face, stained with blood and sweat and tears.
There's always something to lose.
He just had to find it first.