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Title: Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics
Author:
alex51324
Genre: ANGST. Like whoa.
Rating: R-ish for language and themes
Summary: Obligatory post-Cyberwoman Janto. My attempt to answer the question of "How did Ianto get from calling Jack a monster in "Cyberwoman" to suggesting sex games in "They Keep Killing Suzie"?" Because what the fandom really needs is more of those. Anyway, here's my take.
Status: Complete
Length: Two parts
Warnings: Dubious consent, drugging
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Here's a really interesting take on the post-Cyberwoman story. It's really well done and full of angsty goodness. Ianto is very sad, messed up, and in character, as is Jack. It's definitely a story you want to squirm at and ask questions of, because for some reason you don't want it to work that way, but it so DOES. :D
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Genre: ANGST. Like whoa.
Rating: R-ish for language and themes
Summary: Obligatory post-Cyberwoman Janto. My attempt to answer the question of "How did Ianto get from calling Jack a monster in "Cyberwoman" to suggesting sex games in "They Keep Killing Suzie"?" Because what the fandom really needs is more of those. Anyway, here's my take.
Status: Complete
Length: Two parts
Warnings: Dubious consent, drugging
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Here's a really interesting take on the post-Cyberwoman story. It's really well done and full of angsty goodness. Ianto is very sad, messed up, and in character, as is Jack. It's definitely a story you want to squirm at and ask questions of, because for some reason you don't want it to work that way, but it so DOES. :D
A week into Ianto’s suspension, Jack goes to his place, unsure what he’ll find. A body in the bathtub and a sad little note seems well within the realm of possibility--and if that’s it, he’ll be glad he got there before the neighbors noticed the smell.
He knocks, and waits. He’s about to start picking the lock when the door finally opens. Ianto--wearing ridiculous striped pyjamas, even though it’s the middle of the day--blinks at him slowly for a few seconds before silently retreating into the house. He doesn’t ask Jack in, but he doesn’t shut the door in his face, either.