Double Drabble: Like A Fog

[badly_knitted]

 


Title: Like A Fog
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 899: Fog, at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Set post-Exit Wounds.
Summary: Grief is hanging over the Hub like fog.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
 
 

Ever since Jack’s brother had brought hell on earth to Cardiff, Ianto had felt like he was living in a fog. Heavy, grey, damp-seeming blankets of gloom shrouded him, and even when the sun deigned to shine, it seemed dim and cold. He knew that was depression speaking, and maybe he should have seen a doctor for some antidepressants, but what good were pills against the grief that weighed him down and sucked all the pleasure out of life?

 
Two of his closest friends, or at least his best friend and his best pain in the arse, were gone and would never be coming back. Jack was sunk so deep in his own grief and self-recrimination that he was barely functioning, which Ianto could understand, to an extent, even though he felt his lover was being too hard on himself. Jack couldn’t have known his brother would turn into such a monster.

 
As for Gwen, she spent so much time crying it was a wonder the Hub wasn’t flooded. After the first couple of trips to the supermarket, Ianto had opted to buy tissues in bulk.
 

Every day, he told himself things would get better. So far, that wasn’t happening.
 
 

The End
 



 

Comments

[mrs_sweetpeach]

Oh man, poor Ianto has so much on his shoulders keeping everyone remaining still going.

[badly_knitted]

He really does. He's so brave.

Thank you!