The blackest month in all the year (Torchwood,Jack/Ianto)
The blackest month in all the year
Is the month of Janiveer
The words swirled around Jack’s head as he gulped down his third scotch for the evening. It had been two weeks since the cure had been given to the present victims of the illness. The file hadn’t given any light as to where the illness was originally from but it was definitely alien in nature.
Jack was sitting in a bar somewhere in the centre of Cardiff. Today was the anniversary of James’ death and he really wasn’t feeling the best. He felt he had failed James even though it wasn’t his fault. Darkness seemed to follow him, sending him into his deepest depression yet. He looked around the bar at the other patrons and sighed before looking back down at his scotch.
“A scotch please.” He heard a welsh accent ask the barman. His head popped up to see Ianto Jones standing there.
Ianto sat down on the stool next to Jack’s.
“I’m Jones, Ianto Jones.” He said sticking out his hand.
Jack laughed and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Jones, Ianto Jones.”
Over Ianto’s shoulder Jack could see James hold up a glass of scotch.
“Here’s to your new love.” James’ voice said in his mind and Jack held up his glass at that.
"You have nothing to apologise for." James assured him before fading away but Jack could still hear his voice.
"I love you."