Title: You are jazz
Parings/characters: Ianto/jazz, Ianto/Jack
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters.
Summary: Ianto is injured in a dark alley... who'll comfort him? Jazz... always jazz...
Word count: 317
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season two...
warning: not really, just that I love to torture Ianto Jones, but very softly in this fic.
Beta:the so sexy frakkin_addict
Genre: comfort angst ?
Note from the author: Since three days now, I lost my voice. When you are a teacher its could be very disturbing. I am at home since three days whitout speaking anyone... This is the result of my tortured mind without voice to express it. I love to play with the words, its like music... Enjoy and comment if you have time. Have a nice day :)