Characters/Pairings: Ianto. Jack/Ianto. Jack/Doctor.
Word Count: 154 (yay! I haven't written a drabble in ages!)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Torchwood' or any of the characters in this fic, the BBC are the centre of the universe etc.
The silence stretches on for days.
They speak about business; sometimes he jokes about the Doctor and the future and the end of the world …but the silence is still there, weighing them down.
"I missed you." Jack says one evening when the quiet becomes too much.
Ianto looks at him blankly for a minute, his shock and confusion is disguised by the pain and betrayal shining in his eyes.
"No you didn't." He says simply.
Two nights later, Ianto finds himself in the Torchwood conference room. "Did you love the Doctor?" He asks casually, while handing his boss the last coffee of the day.
"Love is complicated thing," Is his cryptic answer.
Ianto is leaving when he hears Jack whisper, "I love you" so quietly that for a moment he thought he imagined it.
He turns to see the conference room empty; no coffee, no Jack, nothing but the silence of abandonment.
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