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janto_recs2008-07-12 02:02 pm
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REC: MORNINGS by SILVEREARTHELF
Title: Mornings
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverearthelf
Genre: Fluff, General, Romance, Slight angst
Rating: PG
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: The morning before everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: ~ 935
Warnings: Pre-Torchwood 2x12 "Fragments"
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Okay, so this fic DOES get slightly angsty at the end (probably only because all of us know what happens next, but it's mostly fluffy! Though this is set pre-Fragments, and it IS "pre"... well, kind of... This is set the morning OF "Fragments" and leads into the episode until the first bomb blast in the building. It's the author's take on Jack's last thought before the bomb goes "KABOOOOM!"
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EXCERPT:
Jack was roused by the sound of bells in his ear. He vaguely recognized the annoying noise as Ianto’s alarm clock screaming at them to wake up. Ianto muttered obscenities under his breath before pulling a hand reluctantly from under the covers and slapped it down on the snooze button causing Jack to smile into his lover’s skin as he listened to Ianto’s grumbling about mornings.
...
He couldn’t think of anywhere he wanted to be more. The mundaneness of the mornings- getting up together, getting dressed, having breakfast together; they were things Jack cherished because of the chaotic way they all lived their lives. Anything that seemed normal and boring in the eyes of everyone else Jack lived to the fullest. Even if it meant spending 15 extra minutes in bed listening to his lover shower for the day.
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Author:
silverearthelfGenre: Fluff, General, Romance, Slight angst
Rating: PG
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: The morning before everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: ~ 935
Warnings: Pre-Torchwood 2x12 "Fragments"
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Okay, so this fic DOES get slightly angsty at the end (probably only because all of us know what happens next, but it's mostly fluffy! Though this is set pre-Fragments, and it IS "pre"... well, kind of... This is set the morning OF "Fragments" and leads into the episode until the first bomb blast in the building. It's the author's take on Jack's last thought before the bomb goes "KABOOOOM!"
~*~*~*~*~
EXCERPT:
Jack was roused by the sound of bells in his ear. He vaguely recognized the annoying noise as Ianto’s alarm clock screaming at them to wake up. Ianto muttered obscenities under his breath before pulling a hand reluctantly from under the covers and slapped it down on the snooze button causing Jack to smile into his lover’s skin as he listened to Ianto’s grumbling about mornings.
...
He couldn’t think of anywhere he wanted to be more. The mundaneness of the mornings- getting up together, getting dressed, having breakfast together; they were things Jack cherished because of the chaotic way they all lived their lives. Anything that seemed normal and boring in the eyes of everyone else Jack lived to the fullest. Even if it meant spending 15 extra minutes in bed listening to his lover shower for the day.
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