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Title: Potentiality (Or: How I Learned To Loathe The Quantum Bomb)
Author:
bjewelled
Genre: Drama, Action, Ianto-centric, more General than anything but with Jack/Ianto undertones :D
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Somewhere between “Countrycide” and “Captain Jack Harkness”, Ianto Jones went from hardly knowing how to hold a gun to be willing and able to use it. How did he get there, and what did he have to sacrifice in the process?
Status: Complete
Length: 8 Chapters, ~45,000 words
Warnings: Jack/Owen implied (subtle), Ianto/other
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Wow, this fic is awesome, there are no other words for it. Excellent Ianto-centric fic that deal with Ianto wanting to be more useful and wanting to learn more from Jack, and Jack giving in and sending Ianto for training. But then there are more stuff happening that I won't get into since they're like, part of the plot. :D But yea, this is more of a General fic, but it has Jack/Ianto subtext and and Ianto was so awesome in this and the writer did such an awesome job that I just had to rec it. :D
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They'd barely spoken since that day, which made it all the more surreal that Jack found himself turning towards Ianto after he stopped the car, and asked, “Will you be alright?” and Ianto responded,
“Sure.” He sounded tired, and so very soulsick. “Not the first time someone's threatened to cut me up after all. Admittedly, though, the fact that they were cannibals was a little bit different.”
Jack froze, hands clenched on the steering wheel. He made no move to touch Ianto, knowing it wouldn't be appreciated, and for a second, forgot to breathe. “Canary Wharf?”
He half expected Ianto to not answer, to get out of the car and go into his house without looking back, but after a moment, Ianto sighed, and leaned his head backwards on the headrest, looking towards the felted roof. “Yes,” he said, simply.
Author:
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Genre: Drama, Action, Ianto-centric, more General than anything but with Jack/Ianto undertones :D
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Somewhere between “Countrycide” and “Captain Jack Harkness”, Ianto Jones went from hardly knowing how to hold a gun to be willing and able to use it. How did he get there, and what did he have to sacrifice in the process?
Status: Complete
Length: 8 Chapters, ~45,000 words
Warnings: Jack/Owen implied (subtle), Ianto/other
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Wow, this fic is awesome, there are no other words for it. Excellent Ianto-centric fic that deal with Ianto wanting to be more useful and wanting to learn more from Jack, and Jack giving in and sending Ianto for training. But then there are more stuff happening that I won't get into since they're like, part of the plot. :D But yea, this is more of a General fic, but it has Jack/Ianto subtext and and Ianto was so awesome in this and the writer did such an awesome job that I just had to rec it. :D
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They'd barely spoken since that day, which made it all the more surreal that Jack found himself turning towards Ianto after he stopped the car, and asked, “Will you be alright?” and Ianto responded,
“Sure.” He sounded tired, and so very soulsick. “Not the first time someone's threatened to cut me up after all. Admittedly, though, the fact that they were cannibals was a little bit different.”
Jack froze, hands clenched on the steering wheel. He made no move to touch Ianto, knowing it wouldn't be appreciated, and for a second, forgot to breathe. “Canary Wharf?”
He half expected Ianto to not answer, to get out of the car and go into his house without looking back, but after a moment, Ianto sighed, and leaned his head backwards on the headrest, looking towards the felted roof. “Yes,” he said, simply.