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janto_recsTitle: Not just frozen soldiers
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jo19844_twfic
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama/Alternate Universe
Rating: PG13
Summary: When a pretty ghost appears to Jack at St. Tailo’s hospital, it becomes clear that Tommy isn’t the only one out of his time.
Status: Work in Progress
Length: 5 So far, ~10000
Warnings: AU, OCs
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is a very interesting AU taking place in Cardiff, 1938. In this fic, Ianto also works in Torchwood but he's from the 1920s, and he got stuck in 1938 because of the rift. :D
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Author:
jo19844_twficGenre: Romance/Angst/Drama/Alternate Universe
Rating: PG13
Summary: When a pretty ghost appears to Jack at St. Tailo’s hospital, it becomes clear that Tommy isn’t the only one out of his time.
Status: Work in Progress
Length: 5 So far, ~10000
Warnings: AU, OCs
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is a very interesting AU taking place in Cardiff, 1938. In this fic, Ianto also works in Torchwood but he's from the 1920s, and he got stuck in 1938 because of the rift. :D
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He turned the corner and found himself caught in a beam of low light, flickering as a figure moved towards him. As the firm footsteps got closer Jack could make out the silhouette of a man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a head of neatly cut dark hair, not exactly short back and sides, but neat. His breath became a little ragged as he ventured closer, and his footsteps started to get more tentative, moving slower as he neared him.
Jack smiled a little and stopped in the middle of the ward, waiting for the ghost to reach him. He enjoyed the cool feeling of a ghost passing through his body; it was almost like a cold knife, slicing painlessly through him, leaving him with a icy breeze on his face as if he'd been running in the wind.
This was a new ghost; usually they were all the same, but this was one that he had never seen before. He didn’t seem to be a doctor, and he certainly wasn’t a nurse; he looked too healthy to be a patient and visitors were banned from the lower levels of the hospital. It was possible that he could have got lost, but random visitors to a hospital rarely got lost whilst in possession of a lamp.
“Hello?” The voice was full of beautiful Welsh vowels, annunciating every letter. “Is anyone there?”
Jack said nothing, and stood still waiting for him to pass through him, bracing himself for the rush of cool air as he moved closer. But the cool air never came, and instead the air felt warmer as the man reached out and touched him. He jumped back, startled, and after a moment pressed his hand against the man’s shoulder; he was real.
“You’re not a ghost,” he said, “which, considering how cute you look in that suit, should be a good thing.”
Jack smiled a little and stopped in the middle of the ward, waiting for the ghost to reach him. He enjoyed the cool feeling of a ghost passing through his body; it was almost like a cold knife, slicing painlessly through him, leaving him with a icy breeze on his face as if he'd been running in the wind.
This was a new ghost; usually they were all the same, but this was one that he had never seen before. He didn’t seem to be a doctor, and he certainly wasn’t a nurse; he looked too healthy to be a patient and visitors were banned from the lower levels of the hospital. It was possible that he could have got lost, but random visitors to a hospital rarely got lost whilst in possession of a lamp.
“Hello?” The voice was full of beautiful Welsh vowels, annunciating every letter. “Is anyone there?”
Jack said nothing, and stood still waiting for him to pass through him, bracing himself for the rush of cool air as he moved closer. But the cool air never came, and instead the air felt warmer as the man reached out and touched him. He jumped back, startled, and after a moment pressed his hand against the man’s shoulder; he was real.
“You’re not a ghost,” he said, “which, considering how cute you look in that suit, should be a good thing.”