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Sacrifices Not Forgotten
Apr. 2nd, 2009 08:17 pmTitle: Sacrifices Not Forgotten
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood fandom, spoilers for 2x13, rated G
Word Count: 166
Summary: Sometimes all we can do is not forget.
Author's Note: Un-beta-ed. Written as comment fic.
Jack had a collection of paper poppies that sat in a box in one of his desk drawers. Every year he added another one to it. Ianto knew about the box, but they never talked about it. They never talked about a lot of things.
Then came the day, that fateful day after Tosh, after Owen, after Grey, that Jack took the box out and asked Ianto to sit down next to him. "I keep these," he said, his voice rough, "to remember. To remember the sacrifices of those who fought for God and Country." He took out a handful, some faded and crinkled, ignoring the way the shook in his hand. "Sacrifices like that should never be forgotten. Tosh and Owen should never be forgotten."
"They won't be," Ianto said softly. "As long as you live there will be someone to remember them. To remember what they did." Ianto reached over and laid his hand on Jack's thigh. Neither man moved for quite some time.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood fandom, spoilers for 2x13, rated G
Word Count: 166
Summary: Sometimes all we can do is not forget.
Author's Note: Un-beta-ed. Written as comment fic.
Jack had a collection of paper poppies that sat in a box in one of his desk drawers. Every year he added another one to it. Ianto knew about the box, but they never talked about it. They never talked about a lot of things.
Then came the day, that fateful day after Tosh, after Owen, after Grey, that Jack took the box out and asked Ianto to sit down next to him. "I keep these," he said, his voice rough, "to remember. To remember the sacrifices of those who fought for God and Country." He took out a handful, some faded and crinkled, ignoring the way the shook in his hand. "Sacrifices like that should never be forgotten. Tosh and Owen should never be forgotten."
"They won't be," Ianto said softly. "As long as you live there will be someone to remember them. To remember what they did." Ianto reached over and laid his hand on Jack's thigh. Neither man moved for quite some time.
