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janto_recs2008-02-17 12:00 am
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Rec: Warm by femmedelalune
Title: Warm
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femmedelalune
Genre: Fluff, h/c?
Rating: PG
Summary: It's back to the Welsh Countryside for the Torchwood team, except this time they're minus tents and it's the middle of winter
Status: Oneshots (http://femmedelalune.livejournal.com/3553.html)
Warnings: Set sometime after the next series begins (though finale spoilers are minor at best), spoilers for Countrycide
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
Ianto buried his face in his knees. A few minutes passed. He felt a touch on his arm, and he jerked away instinctively. The cold had made him stiff, and he fell sideways in what would have been a flail of limbs, if they’d been working properly. Instead, he lay on the hard floor of the cave, side throbbing, slowly easing his legs straight and trying to ignore the painful pins and needles in his hands.
“Ianto?”
“I’m okay, sir,” he croaked, slowly pushing himself upright again. One leg was straight, but the other point blank refused. He felt a little scared.
Author:
femmedelaluneGenre: Fluff, h/c?
Rating: PG
Summary: It's back to the Welsh Countryside for the Torchwood team, except this time they're minus tents and it's the middle of winter
Status: Oneshots (http://femmedelalune.livejournal.com/3553.html)
Warnings: Set sometime after the next series begins (though finale spoilers are minor at best), spoilers for Countrycide
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
Ianto buried his face in his knees. A few minutes passed. He felt a touch on his arm, and he jerked away instinctively. The cold had made him stiff, and he fell sideways in what would have been a flail of limbs, if they’d been working properly. Instead, he lay on the hard floor of the cave, side throbbing, slowly easing his legs straight and trying to ignore the painful pins and needles in his hands.
“Ianto?”
“I’m okay, sir,” he croaked, slowly pushing himself upright again. One leg was straight, but the other point blank refused. He felt a little scared.