A/N: Waheeey, so I'm apparently doing Torchwood as well, now? Set after 'Cyberwoman' but before the rest of series 1.
Disclaimer: I guess … I don't own TW.
A Dish Served Hot
Ianto sat in the centre of the Hub. The rest of the team were out prancing around Cardiff, playing the heroes. He was left to clean up, as usual.
Jack had asked him to come to his office that evening. Something about sorting things out, making the team okay again … Ianto didn't really want to go. He knew Jack flirted and normally he'd just play along; sweetening him up so he could spend more time with Lisa without arousing suspicion. But now what was the point? There was no reason for him to strive for a good reputation with his boss; no one to earn money for so they could be saved; no one to laugh to about it and tell them it would all be all right … it was no use.
He knew he'd go there anyway. He'd go to Jack's office and simper and cry and make like he was sorry and succumb to his false kisses and caresses. He'd end up in his arms and have him wrapped around his little finger in no time …
And then he would crush him and ruin him until it hurt worse than death, like Ianto himself had been ruined.
For the first time since Lisa before died, Ianto Jones smiled.
Do I need to ask?