AN: Again, I'm feeling sad. This time it isn't Torchwood related. So here's a nice sad 106 word drabble for you all.

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Jack had never been one for watching. He always had to interfere, had to be the centre of attention, the focus. But now, he had to take that step back and just observe.

As he watched the man he knew so well stride across the plas, his long navy coat billowing, Jacks attention turned to the man he knew even better. Ianto Jones faithfully followed his Captain, smiling vaguely.

Jack jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You know you can't say anything Jack. Come on.."
He sighed and looked back wistfully once more before following the Doctor down the alley behind him.

000

AN: Yeah. Angst = done? I'd explain why I feel sad but tbh it's a bit petty :) Reviews make me happy though...