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Rec: PTSD: Post Torchwood Stress Disorder by smallwaldo
Title: PTSD: Post Torchwood Stress Disorder
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smallwaldo
Genre: General, Romance, Angst
Rating: R
Summary: It's been two and a half years since Canary Wharf. It's been a year since Lisa. And Jack is just now realizing what the real toll has all been on Ianto and the other survivors of Torchwood One. Now he needs to fix a big thing done badly before anyone else dies.
Status: Complete
Length: 7 Chapters, ~22283
Warnings: suicide themes
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Wow, this fic really impressed me, especially because it's a plot/theme which hasn't been written a lot in this fandom and I'm so glad someone finally did write a good, in character fic about the survivors of Canary Wharf and how they coped with the tragedy, especially Ianto. Loved the Original Characters and how they're all so close with each other, sort of like a family. I also love how Ianto wants to be strong for everyone but breaks down and how Jack is so worried about him and wants to be there for him. *sniff* This has got to be one of my favorite fics ever...
The link takes you to part 6, which has all the previous parts linked except part 7 which is the entry following that one.
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Author:
smallwaldoGenre: General, Romance, Angst
Rating: R
Summary: It's been two and a half years since Canary Wharf. It's been a year since Lisa. And Jack is just now realizing what the real toll has all been on Ianto and the other survivors of Torchwood One. Now he needs to fix a big thing done badly before anyone else dies.
Status: Complete
Length: 7 Chapters, ~22283
Warnings: suicide themes
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Wow, this fic really impressed me, especially because it's a plot/theme which hasn't been written a lot in this fandom and I'm so glad someone finally did write a good, in character fic about the survivors of Canary Wharf and how they coped with the tragedy, especially Ianto. Loved the Original Characters and how they're all so close with each other, sort of like a family. I also love how Ianto wants to be strong for everyone but breaks down and how Jack is so worried about him and wants to be there for him. *sniff* This has got to be one of my favorite fics ever...
The link takes you to part 6, which has all the previous parts linked except part 7 which is the entry following that one.
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Jack waited until he heard the beep of the mobile disconnecting. “Everything okay?”
Ianto sighed and scrubbed his hands across his face. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said predictably.
“Anything I can help with?” Jack asked, leaning on the doorframe.
“No. Thank you, but no.” Ianto stood up and squeezed past Jack, clearly trying to escape the concern and the questions.
Jack grabbed his arm as he went past. “Ianto?”
“Later, alright? After the others are gone. I just need to get through the day. Please.”
Jack wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Ianto admit to being less than perfectly okay. Not after Lisa, not after the cannibals, not even after Jack had disappeared and returned seven weeks later (from Ianto’s perspective) without even saying good-bye.
Jack loosened his grip, letting his hand rub gently up and down Ianto’s arm. “Alright, if that’s what you need. If you change your mind, I’ll be in my office most of the afternoon.”
Ianto smiled tightly. “I’m going to leave reception closed for the afternoon if you don’t mind, sir.”
Ianto sighed and scrubbed his hands across his face. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said predictably.
“Anything I can help with?” Jack asked, leaning on the doorframe.
“No. Thank you, but no.” Ianto stood up and squeezed past Jack, clearly trying to escape the concern and the questions.
Jack grabbed his arm as he went past. “Ianto?”
“Later, alright? After the others are gone. I just need to get through the day. Please.”
Jack wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Ianto admit to being less than perfectly okay. Not after Lisa, not after the cannibals, not even after Jack had disappeared and returned seven weeks later (from Ianto’s perspective) without even saying good-bye.
Jack loosened his grip, letting his hand rub gently up and down Ianto’s arm. “Alright, if that’s what you need. If you change your mind, I’ll be in my office most of the afternoon.”
Ianto smiled tightly. “I’m going to leave reception closed for the afternoon if you don’t mind, sir.”
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