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m_findlowTitle: Not coming back
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 447 - Gone at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack has to face the consequences of his actions. A triple drabble.
Jack stood and simply stared at the bedroom doorway, as if somehow waiting for Ianto to appear. His ears strained for the sound of the front door reopening, wheeled suitcase trundling back down the hall and for Ianto to puff out a breath and apologise for making a terrible mistake.
Jack stood there for an hour and then came to the stark realisation that Ianto wasn't coming back. He'd gone, moved out of their shared flat, unable to look Jack in the eye after all the terrible things he'd done. The world hadn't ended the day the 456 had arrived, and yet Jack's own world had started falling apart because of it.
He couldn't blame Ianto for hating him. He hated himself. What kind of man killed their own grandson? There was no forgiveness for that, and now here he was, facing the consequences.
He finally uprooted himself from the spot, wandering over to the wardrobe that now sat half empty. A lone grey striped tie hung from the railing, all the way at the back in the darkness. It had been forgotten and abandoned. Jack knew how it felt. He reached for it, feeling the silken fabric beneath his fingers, and held it up to his face, breathing in the scent of Ianto's cologne. Ianto wouldn't be coming back for it, anymore than he would be coming back for Jack. He had a job lined up in London, and presumably a place to live when he got there. He must have been planning this for a while, Jack realised, but only dropping the bombshell on Jack today, packing and going before Jack could do anything to change his mind.
Jack always assumed he'd be the one to leave Ianto. It never occurred to him that Ianto might leave him.
Jack stood and simply stared at the bedroom doorway, as if somehow waiting for Ianto to appear. His ears strained for the sound of the front door reopening, wheeled suitcase trundling back down the hall and for Ianto to puff out a breath and apologise for making a terrible mistake.
Jack stood there for an hour and then came to the stark realisation that Ianto wasn't coming back. He'd gone, moved out of their shared flat, unable to look Jack in the eye after all the terrible things he'd done. The world hadn't ended the day the 456 had arrived, and yet Jack's own world had started falling apart because of it.
He couldn't blame Ianto for hating him. He hated himself. What kind of man killed their own grandson? There was no forgiveness for that, and now here he was, facing the consequences.
He finally uprooted himself from the spot, wandering over to the wardrobe that now sat half empty. A lone grey striped tie hung from the railing, all the way at the back in the darkness. It had been forgotten and abandoned. Jack knew how it felt. He reached for it, feeling the silken fabric beneath his fingers, and held it up to his face, breathing in the scent of Ianto's cologne. Ianto wouldn't be coming back for it, anymore than he would be coming back for Jack. He had a job lined up in London, and presumably a place to live when he got there. He must have been planning this for a while, Jack realised, but only dropping the bombshell on Jack today, packing and going before Jack could do anything to change his mind.
Jack always assumed he'd be the one to leave Ianto. It never occurred to him that Ianto might leave him.
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Date: 2025-05-03 08:57 am (UTC)