Written and posted originally for tw100 livejournal community challenge #236 "mice."
A/N: This drabble has the "ick" factor. It is rated R for the gore (warning!).
As the lockdown lifted they went in blind, guns drawn. Jack spent the last 48 hours alone in the Hub with God knows what horrors.
Ianto went down to search in the archives after the main area cleared. Down two levels, third corridor to the right and Ianto's stomach flipped, he retched.
Nausea, the smell of... and Jack's bloodied corpse twisted his insides. Blinded by tears he threw his torch at the mice gnawing on his lover's fingers. He then cradled Jack's body and wept. Rocking back and forth, he kissed Jack's beautiful hand waiting for life to spark back.