Tuesday Morning

[timelordshines]

Title: Tuesday Morning
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Jack Harkness, (Ianto Jones)
Rating: PG
Words: 525
Spoilers: CoE (Sorry!)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for hc_bingo prompt "Comfort Food Or Item".Author's Note: Sorry this fic is so short and sweet. It is fic number fourteen. i have only

Comments

[too_beauty]

sad but so beautiful at the same time!
Glad to know that Jack can still remember their happy moments!
beautiful!

[timelordshines]

Thank you.
Jack has to remember the happy moments.
He loses too many people to dwell on anything else.

[iantojjackh]

*sniffles* Goes to hide and cry.

[timelordshines]

Sorry - hands out tissues

[badly_knitted]

*wibble* I miss Ianto =(

Sad, but a lovely idea.

(I still refuse to accept that Ianto's really gone though.)

[timelordshines]

Sorry. Maybe it was all a bad dream and Jack wakes up and Ianto is right there beside him.

[badly_knitted]

Yeah, Jack was just seeing how it might have been.

[tardisjournal]

Dang it, now you've made me all teary-eyed on a Sunday morning.

This was achingly beautiful writing. I love how Jack has made all the little rituals around the watch--winding it, opening it--into a memorial for Ianto. I'd imagine if you live as long as Jack has you need little tricks to hold on to what you want to remember. This way Ianto will always be close to him.

*Sniffle*

[timelordshines]

Sorry.

Thank you.
He has lived a long time, and although he could never forget Ianto, the rituals help him to remember.

[asia27]

A beautiful verbal 'video'; they should have had those years together...

[timelordshines]

Thank you.
They really should.