Title: Burnt Out Ends Of Smoky Days
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Very vague for CoE.
Summary: 19th August 3009
Author's Note: A little idea for Ianto's birthday that struck me late last night. Decided to make it a drabble as the longer fic threatened to be depressing. Title is from a line in the song 'Memory' from Cats.
Burnt Out Ends Of Smoky Days
19th August 3009
Jack pulled the aging coat from the cupboard, buried his face for a second. He could still hear his voice in his mind, that very first night.
I really like that coat.
Centuries had passed since he’d worn it.
Other items came off the shelf, trinkets saved from a too empty flat, so long ago now.
So many years, so many loved ones met and lost and grieved, but for one day a year, each would hold their place. This day would always belong to him.
“Happy Birthday, Ianto. I told you I’d never forget, didn’t I?”
Comments and con-crit welcomed. Comments = &hearts