Challenge 770 - The good fight
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m_findlowTitle: The good fight
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: Ianto mourns the past and what he's become. A double drabble.
Jack walked slowly up the grassy slope, coming to a standstill just a few feet behind Ianto. He held his silence for a long time, just watching Ianto stand there and stare down at the headstone and the newly placed white roses. It wasn’t until Ianto wiped a hand across his face and turned to see Jack standing there that he spoke.
‘Thought I’d find you here,’ Jack said. Three years to the day since Jack and his team had killed Lisa. not three years since the fall of Canary Wharf, Jack noted. That told him a lot – that Ianto still believed some small part of Lisa survived the fall; that her true death had only come months later. Death by torchwood.
Ianto looked back over his shoulder at the empty grave. ‘She didn't have a violent bone in her body, you know? She never would have…’ he trailed off, struggling to voice the words. ‘She’d be horrified at what I've become.’
Jack shook his head. ‘No, that’s not true. She’d be so proud of you, Ianto. Of all the good you’ve done.’
‘All with a gun in my hand,’ he added cynically.
‘Fighting the good fight sometimes requires weapons.’
Jack walked slowly up the grassy slope, coming to a standstill just a few feet behind Ianto. He held his silence for a long time, just watching Ianto stand there and stare down at the headstone and the newly placed white roses. It wasn’t until Ianto wiped a hand across his face and turned to see Jack standing there that he spoke.
‘Thought I’d find you here,’ Jack said. Three years to the day since Jack and his team had killed Lisa. not three years since the fall of Canary Wharf, Jack noted. That told him a lot – that Ianto still believed some small part of Lisa survived the fall; that her true death had only come months later. Death by torchwood.
Ianto looked back over his shoulder at the empty grave. ‘She didn't have a violent bone in her body, you know? She never would have…’ he trailed off, struggling to voice the words. ‘She’d be horrified at what I've become.’
Jack shook his head. ‘No, that’s not true. She’d be so proud of you, Ianto. Of all the good you’ve done.’
‘All with a gun in my hand,’ he added cynically.
‘Fighting the good fight sometimes requires weapons.’
