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janto_recs2009-04-01 10:08 am
hanuueshe.livejournal.com) wrote in janto_recs2009-04-01 10:08 am
Entry tags:
- category: angry!ianto,
- category: broken!jack,
- category: date!fic,
- category: gap-filler,
- category: jack-centric,
- category: protective!ianto,
- category: strong!ianto,
- category: the year that never was,
- crossover: doctor who,
- genre: angst,
- genre: romance,
- length: oneshot,
- post-end of days,
- post-kkbb,
- post-meat,
- post-sleeper,
- post-to the last man,
- rating: pg-13,
- reccer: hanuueshe,
- warning: torture,
- warning: violence,
- wordcount: 1000-5000
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Title: Flotsam and Jetsam
Author:
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adina_atl Genre: angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack discovers that he can't just take up where he left off.
Status: Oneshot, Complete
Warnings: Flashbacks to torture
Comment:Jack has a fair bit of issues to work out after returning, something which we only got hints and glimmers of during series two. Plenty of extremely talented authors have gone about working this through against the backdrop of the earlier portion of the series, as well as working through the notion of that first date Jack and Ianto had. She does and wonder, lovely, haunting job of weaving them both through the first four episodes of Torchwood.
"Actually, Ianto and I have something to see to on the other side of the island," Jack said, lifting one of the rucksacks.
"Jack." Only Ianto could make his name sound like 'sir' whilst being a reproof at the same time. Jack raised his eyebrows in return. "Helen, if you'll excuse us for a moment?" Ianto asked.
Helen seemed amused at them. "Of course." She moved out of earshot and began organizing the supplies.
"This 'thing'," Ianto demanded. "Does it pose a threat to these people?"
"What?" Ianto didn't think-- "No!" Ianto only looked at him. "No," Jack repeated. "I just thought--a picnic? Sit in the sun, watch the waves, eat, talk--" Not have sex, tempting as the thought was.
"A--date," Ianto almost stammered, pink around his collar.
"I did promise you one," Jack said softly.
"I'd--like that," Ianto said. His accent had deepened, softened. Jack could have fallen to his knees and worshipped at the altar of his Welsh vowels.