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Title: Sleepless nights
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 381 - Sleepless at
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Summary: Jack has been putting off the inevitable, but no longer. A double drabble.
Jack hated his London hotel room. Not because it wasn’t comfortable, but because he hadn’t slept a wink in the week he’d been here. He knew he could stay here as long as he liked but it wasn't going to change anything. He should just go and see Ianto and say his peace, then leave for good and put Earth and everyone who lived there, behind him.
He’d messed up. He’d had one small chance at happiness and he’d screwed it up with all his secrets and lies. He couldn’t blame Ianto for walking out on him, leaving Cardiff to live and work here, far away from Jack. Jack had murdered his own grandson, and no amount of truth telling now would fix that.
Ianto didn’t love him anymore. Jack hated himself even more. He hadn't even realised that he might have been happy. He thought he’d lost everything the moment Ianto had died in his arms. It was impossible to imagine that losing him when he was alive and well could hurt even more.
He couldn’t take another sleepless night. He’d go to the apartment tonight, say his goodbyes and leave. It was the only way to stop hurting.
Jack hated his London hotel room. Not because it wasn’t comfortable, but because he hadn’t slept a wink in the week he’d been here. He knew he could stay here as long as he liked but it wasn't going to change anything. He should just go and see Ianto and say his peace, then leave for good and put Earth and everyone who lived there, behind him.
He’d messed up. He’d had one small chance at happiness and he’d screwed it up with all his secrets and lies. He couldn’t blame Ianto for walking out on him, leaving Cardiff to live and work here, far away from Jack. Jack had murdered his own grandson, and no amount of truth telling now would fix that.
Ianto didn’t love him anymore. Jack hated himself even more. He hadn't even realised that he might have been happy. He thought he’d lost everything the moment Ianto had died in his arms. It was impossible to imagine that losing him when he was alive and well could hurt even more.
He couldn’t take another sleepless night. He’d go to the apartment tonight, say his goodbyes and leave. It was the only way to stop hurting.
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Date: 2024-01-20 10:49 am (UTC)