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Warning- Dark themed

Ianto sat with his back against the glass wall. His body hurt all over and his eyes were dry from crying. However, the one positive of being this dehydrated was that he couldn't cry anymore. That was always a plus. Jack's chinese was still in the container on the other side of the cell. He didn't want to touch it. His stomach growled as the smell overcame the cell. He wouldn't eat the food. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve Jack and he didn't deserve to be alive.

He had almost killed them. That's all that went through his head. He had almost killed his teammates, the closest thing to family he ever had. Sure they ignored him, ridiculed him and barely knew him, but they were still better than anything he had ever known. And he had almost lost them. He wasn't sure what was worse: Lisa's blood on his hands, or cleaning up Gwen's, Owen's, Tosh's or worst of all, Jack's. To make it worse, he wasn't sure why he had done it anymore. Sure, at first he did it for Lisa and he would do it again for her, but that wasn't his Lisa. He knew that now. Her voice, her eyes, they were not hers. The whole time she was just a reflection of what his Lisa had been. He could see that now. It was obvious, but he didn't want to see it at the time. Lisa died in Canary Wharf and this machine of her was just him holding on too long. She deserved a better rest than that.

Ianto shifted to get more comfortable against the glass wall, well as comfortable as someone could be in the cells. Janet's growls could be heard over the dreadfully loud silence. Was that what he was now? A savage animal that would kill for no reason other than to feel another's blood on his skin. Was he the same as a weevil? Torchwood was created to fight against alien threats, he certainly stood by that. Now he was a threat, maybe terrestrial, but a threat nonetheless. Torchwood had the duty to deal with him, he decided. It was their job. It was their purpose and since they didn't seem to have the stomach to dispose of him, he would take care of the problem himself. It would be his honor.

So no, Ianto wasn't going to eat the food Jack had left for him.

Owen and Jack looked at the CCTV of the cells. Owen had his hands on his hips and Jack had his arms crossed.

"So he's just been sitting there all day?" Owen asked.

"Yep."

"How much water has he drank?"

"I don't think much if any."

"And food?"

"I gave him some Chinese last night."

Owen sighed and moved towards the screen, pointing to an object on the far side of the cell. "That Chinese?"

"Yeah, I guess. He hasn't eaten it."

"And just to be clear, the whole reason for keeping him in the cells is to make sure he's stable enough not to top himself, right?"

"You know the second we sent him home he would have just slit his wrists or something. You saw the way he was looking at the gun before!" Jack answered back.

"Dammit Jack, no one's that thick."

"What the hell are you talking about Owen?"

"There is more than one way to kill yourself Jack."

"You mean he's purposely not..."

"Look," Owen pointed towards the screen, "He keeps glancing at it. It must be over 76 hours since he's eaten anything. Add that to the stress he's in right now. I'm surprised he hasn't collapsed yet."

"What do we do?"

"We need to get him to eat something and drink some water. Getting him to relax may be a bit of a stretch, but see what you can do."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

Jack walked down the stairs to the cells, a bowl of soup in his hands and a bottle of water in his pocket. He saw the young man's back pressed against the wall and for a brief moment Jack felt a sense of longing for the man. He slowly sat down, his back against the glass, so him and Ianto were back to back with only the glass between them.

"Hey," Jack whispered.

"Hm," Ianto acknowledged.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine sir."

"Liar," Jack joked, but immediately regretted it. Even though he was not facing the man, or touching him, he could sense Ianto tense up.

"What do you want from me Jack?" Ianto growled.

"I want you."

Ianto snorted. "Really? You are trying to hit on me, now?"

"No, I'm not and I resent the fact that you think I am... I want you... Just you, to get through this. And I'm not saying I don't miss the coffee, the fact that the hub is always spotless, or even the sex. 'Cause, hell, I do. But Ianto, what I really truly miss is you. And I'm not asking anything of you, cause frankly right now, I don't want anything from you except yourself. So please, eat the soup I brought you and drink the water. 'Cause it does get better, Ianto and I want you to be around to see it."

There was a long silence after that. Ianto studied his hands before finally turning around and placing his hand against the glass next to Jack's face. "Okay."

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