Nov. 20th, 2008

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Nov. 20th, 2008 08:31 pm
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Author: [livejournal.com profile] misswinterhill 
Title: Perfect
Pairings: Jack/Ianto: Owen/Ianto friendship: implied Owen/Tosh: implied Gwen/Jack (unrequited/not acted upon): team love (of the platonic kind)
Genre: Fluff, mild angst, fluff
Rating: M for swearing. Lots and lots of swearing. Not bad swearing. Mostly pissed (drunk, if you're an American) swearing.
Spoilers: All of S1, first ep of S2 but selectively. This sort of AUs away simply in that in trying to write fluff, I wrote a sitcom. Dr Who: Last of the Time Lords and surrounding eps. I have made some assumptions about the TW team's ability to contact people and be contacted. Spoilers for the name of the guy at TW2.
Precis: When Jack died, they splintered. When he left, they drew together. Friday night drinks at Ianto's before and after the end of the human race.
Commentary: [livejournal.com profile] misswinterhill 's stuff is always a joy to read, and this fic is no exception. The very idea of the team going over to Ianto's to drink and watch him be drunk is cracktastic, yet none of the team are OOC, even when Ianto and Owen end up in the same bed. You will laugh throughout the entire fic, I promise you.
Exerpt: “Your problem,” said Owen, tapping his fingers against the tiles. “Is that you’re too thin. We need to feed you up and then you’ll hold your piss better.”

“My problem,” said Ianto, miserably. “Is that I drank nearly an entire bottle of bourbon on my own.”

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