Rec: A Matter of Time by demotu
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Title: A Matter of Time
Author:
demotu
Genre: Adventure Romance
Rating: R
Summary: An accident brings Ianto together with a Jack that isn't his.
Status: WIP
Length: 8 chapters to date
Warnings: violence, mentions of past mpreg (Series 1 spoilers, S2 thru KKBB)
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
This fic is an very interesting romp through the 51st century, and Jack's past.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Time sickness, I think,” Jack said, coming over to the side of the bed. “Do you know when you are?”
“Time sickness?”
“Uh-huh,” said Jack, placing a hand on Ianto’s cheek. “Dizziness, blurry vision, cold extremities?”
“Sounds about right,” Ianto replied, trying to get Jack’s face to become something a little less fuzzy.
“It’s that or space sickness, but judging by the getup, I’m guessing you’re not from this century,” said Jack. He reached down and fingered Ianto’s tie, tugging it out of the front of his suit jacket. “Or millennium.”
Wait. That wasn’t right. What wasn’t right? Ianto cursed under his breath. His mind was having trouble; it felt like someone had given him a book with too-small type that he couldn’t quite make out.
“Jack, what’s going on?”
“Sorry, not Jack,” Jack said.
Author:
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Genre: Adventure Romance
Rating: R
Summary: An accident brings Ianto together with a Jack that isn't his.
Status: WIP
Length: 8 chapters to date
Warnings: violence, mentions of past mpreg (Series 1 spoilers, S2 thru KKBB)
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
This fic is an very interesting romp through the 51st century, and Jack's past.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Time sickness, I think,” Jack said, coming over to the side of the bed. “Do you know when you are?”
“Time sickness?”
“Uh-huh,” said Jack, placing a hand on Ianto’s cheek. “Dizziness, blurry vision, cold extremities?”
“Sounds about right,” Ianto replied, trying to get Jack’s face to become something a little less fuzzy.
“It’s that or space sickness, but judging by the getup, I’m guessing you’re not from this century,” said Jack. He reached down and fingered Ianto’s tie, tugging it out of the front of his suit jacket. “Or millennium.”
Wait. That wasn’t right. What wasn’t right? Ianto cursed under his breath. His mind was having trouble; it felt like someone had given him a book with too-small type that he couldn’t quite make out.
“Jack, what’s going on?”
“Sorry, not Jack,” Jack said.