Rating: PG for dark themes.
Notes: Written for tw100 Challenge 157, Heat.
Summary: doing what must be done, no matter the cost, is what Torchwood is here for.
I'm not sure whether I'll expand this at some point, but I've been mulling over this story idea thanks to this set of comments...
He stood in cold storage, watching the temperature dial creep upwards. He ignored his hangover, concentrating instead on what the Brigadier had said to him in the smoky shadows of that London pub.
"Sometimes we have to do the things that they cannot do for themselves..."
Ianto wasn't about to feel guilty for killing someone who had caused Jack so much pain.
"Your brother loves you," he said to the man lying before him. "I don't have that luxury."
He tasted copper in his mouth as he turned and walked away, leaving only the sound of his footsteps behind him.