Retirement
Torchwood
Title: Retirement
Author: Night Spring
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Episode: Meat
Note: Thanks to blackbird_song, for her story Blinkers, which inspired this one, for helping me fine-tune this drabble, and for the stimulating and enjoyable discussions we've had to date.
Gwen: I wouldn't know anything different.
Jack: I would.
-- Meat
Nobody leaves this place intact. Sometime in the next 24 hours, I get Retconned.
-- Owen, End of Days
They were rare, but they were there, the records triply sealed.
STATUS: INACTIVE - RETIRED
The last retirement, from almost thirty years ago. Simple enough to look him up -- he was in the phone book.
Hair gone almost completely grey. Face aged by wrinkles, a toddler on his knee. So like, yet unlike, the young man in the photograph I.D.
An ordinary life. A simple, happy life. No aliens, deaths, lies and secrets. No Torchwood.
Was that his choice? Jack would know. Jack would remember. Jack was -- standing across the street, frowning at him.
Shrugging, Ianto crossed the street, to Jack.
Title: Retirement
Author: Night Spring
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Episode: Meat
Note: Thanks to blackbird_song, for her story Blinkers, which inspired this one, for helping me fine-tune this drabble, and for the stimulating and enjoyable discussions we've had to date.
Gwen: I wouldn't know anything different.
Jack: I would.
-- Meat
Nobody leaves this place intact. Sometime in the next 24 hours, I get Retconned.
-- Owen, End of Days
They were rare, but they were there, the records triply sealed.
STATUS: INACTIVE - RETIRED
The last retirement, from almost thirty years ago. Simple enough to look him up -- he was in the phone book.
Hair gone almost completely grey. Face aged by wrinkles, a toddler on his knee. So like, yet unlike, the young man in the photograph I.D.
An ordinary life. A simple, happy life. No aliens, deaths, lies and secrets. No Torchwood.
Was that his choice? Jack would know. Jack would remember. Jack was -- standing across the street, frowning at him.
Shrugging, Ianto crossed the street, to Jack.