Jul. 16th, 2008

[identity profile] ivegotthemusic.livejournal.com
Title: In The Future
Author: [livejournal.com profile] the9thdoctor
Genre: Angst?
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack will never be able to forgot.
Status: Complete
Length: One shot, not very long
Warnings: None
Comment: READ THIS FIC. It's so beautiful and the ending is just utterly awesome in a not-so-awesome way... depending on how you look at it. =p Jack cannot forget Ianto, even in the future.
[identity profile] itoshii-chan.livejournal.com
Title: Half the Battle
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ivy03
Genre: Angst, Dark, Horror
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: Jack/Gwen, Jack/OCs, Rhys/Gwen
Summary: There are truths you just can't live with. Ianto knows that better than anyone.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 6,000
Warnings: spoilers until and Post-Torchwood 2x09 "Something Borrowed," mentioned TW 2x11 "Adrift," Drugs (RetCon), Het.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Okay, so I was searching for Janto fics to read from different places and what do you know?! All I find are angsty fics that either end in death, someone leaving the other or someone cheating on the other... *twitch* So I decide that it's enough searching for today and come here to rec and what do I find?! The first fic that I wanna rec happens to a Jack cheating on Ianto fic! >_________<

*twitches in utter annoyance*

So, this is one screwed-up story, just heartbreakingly painful...

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EXCERPT:

Ianto... could feel something cold settling in his stomach and he didn't like it.

Owen jumped off the side of the table and came round to look him squarely in the face. "Quick, Ianto, what happened last night?... Do you remember leaving the Hub?"

Now that Ianto focused on it, no he didn't... Why couldn't he remember driving home? He shook his head.

... "Shit." Owen said again, then launched himself toward the medical bay.

"Wait," Ianto said following him. "What's going on?"

"I have a fairly good guess." Owen called over his shoulder.

Ianto had a guess, too, but it didn't make any sense. "Retcon?..." That sense of dread was descending over him, like he was standing over a precipice... and was just about to realize how far a drop it was. "That's not possible..."


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