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janto_recs2009-10-01 08:07 pm
hanuueshe.livejournal.com) wrote in janto_recs2009-10-01 08:07 pm
Entry tags:
- category: aliens made them do it,
- category: angry!ianto,
- category: angry!jack,
- category: broken!jack,
- category: gap-filler,
- category: hurt!ianto,
- category: ianto-centric,
- category: ianto/owen friendship,
- category: pre-season 2,
- category: protective!ianto,
- category: protective!jack,
- category: psychic!ianto,
- category: psychic!jack,
- category: strong!ianto,
- category: strong!jack,
- category: team!fic,
- category: vulnerable!ianto,
- category: vulnerable!jack,
- genre: angst,
- genre: dark,
- genre: drama,
- genre: hurt/comfort,
- genre: mystery,
- genre: romance,
- length: chaptered,
- post-kkbb,
- rating: pg-13,
- reccer: hanuueshe,
- status: complete,
- warning: character death,
- warning: violence,
- wordcount: 20000-30000
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Title: Losing Ianto
Author: Otrame (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
otrame)
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance
Warnings: Medical details, character death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto is desperately ill, but not even Doctor Owen Harper can figure out what is wrong or how to save Ianto. And Jack.
Commentary:otrameis someone whose fic stays over on Teaspoon, but is known there for writing some of the best romances. Part of the reason is her Jack is such a lover: he loves the Doctor, he loves Tosh, he loves Owen, he loves Gwen, and he loves Ianto, and each love is unique and not necessarily sexual. But, for the most part, her stories aren't fluff; they tend towards the dark side, and this particular one is no exception. Ianto is sick, dying, and no one is sure of the cause or the cure. This situation taxes Owen as a doctor, Jack as a lover, and Ianto as a person facing difficult choices to make- and there's more at stake here than his own life...
Excerpt: Owen saw Ianto gasp, exclaim, “Jack!” and pull Jack’s face down for a fevered kiss. Owen stood there, embarrassed, and to be frank, not a little envious. He’d had this kind of passionate love affair only twice in his life. Only two women had been able to break through the aggressive defenses Owen had built around his heart. One was dead now and the other…gone.
When it looked like the kiss was winding down, he deliberately made a little noise crossing the room and said, “Harkness, will you please stop snogging my patient long enough for me to check him out?”
Jack looked up at him and grinned. “I think his blood pressure may be a little elevated.”
Owen grunted, “No doubt. Ianto, think you can sit up for me? Among other things I want to bonk your knees with my little rubber hammer. Only joy I get in life.”
Author: Otrame (
otrame) Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance
Warnings: Medical details, character death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ianto is desperately ill, but not even Doctor Owen Harper can figure out what is wrong or how to save Ianto. And Jack.
Commentary:
otrameis someone whose fic stays over on Teaspoon, but is known there for writing some of the best romances. Part of the reason is her Jack is such a lover: he loves the Doctor, he loves Tosh, he loves Owen, he loves Gwen, and he loves Ianto, and each love is unique and not necessarily sexual. But, for the most part, her stories aren't fluff; they tend towards the dark side, and this particular one is no exception. Ianto is sick, dying, and no one is sure of the cause or the cure. This situation taxes Owen as a doctor, Jack as a lover, and Ianto as a person facing difficult choices to make- and there's more at stake here than his own life... Excerpt: Owen saw Ianto gasp, exclaim, “Jack!” and pull Jack’s face down for a fevered kiss. Owen stood there, embarrassed, and to be frank, not a little envious. He’d had this kind of passionate love affair only twice in his life. Only two women had been able to break through the aggressive defenses Owen had built around his heart. One was dead now and the other…gone.
When it looked like the kiss was winding down, he deliberately made a little noise crossing the room and said, “Harkness, will you please stop snogging my patient long enough for me to check him out?”
Jack looked up at him and grinned. “I think his blood pressure may be a little elevated.”
Owen grunted, “No doubt. Ianto, think you can sit up for me? Among other things I want to bonk your knees with my little rubber hammer. Only joy I get in life.”