Warnings: Mentions of slash, Het.
Pairing: Ianto/the hand, Ianto/Jack, Ianto/Lisa
Words: 100 exactly
Summary: He knew he shouldn't...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, not even the hand.
It tormented him, being there day after day. He didn’t even know what it was, just that it was alive and had been there since before he’d started working at Torchwood. And that Jack had cared more about it more than he had catching the alien who tried to destroy it.
Yet it reminded him, somehow, of better times. If he closed his eyes he could pretend that it was Jack’s hand, or Lisa’s, that was stroking him, instead of an alien object that lived in a jar. And it was addictive, calling to him to use it, to remember.