Title: The Doctor & Mr. Jones
Author:
sam_storyteller
Genre: Romance/Action/Crossover
Rating: R-rated
Summary: The Doctor thought he was alone in the universe -- but Torchwood is about to prove him wrong.
Status: Complete
Length: 5 Chapters, ~18800
Warnings: Sort of deathfic (nothing bad though, promise)
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D A very very clever Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. I love fics where Ianto is a Time Lord, it's a shame there aren't many of them. I found this one by accident and since it's written by one of my favorite HP authors, I had to read it. Boy, am I glad I did!! Good grammar and characterization, and I especially loved the Doctor in this one. And protective Jack rocks my world. :D Seriously, it's very good. I urge you to read it. NOW. :3
EXCERPT
Author:
Genre: Romance/Action/Crossover
Rating: R-rated
Summary: The Doctor thought he was alone in the universe -- but Torchwood is about to prove him wrong.
Status: Complete
Length: 5 Chapters, ~18800
Warnings: Sort of deathfic (nothing bad though, promise)
Comment or Excerpt from fic: :D A very very clever Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. I love fics where Ianto is a Time Lord, it's a shame there aren't many of them. I found this one by accident and since it's written by one of my favorite HP authors, I had to read it. Boy, am I glad I did!! Good grammar and characterization, and I especially loved the Doctor in this one. And protective Jack rocks my world. :D Seriously, it's very good. I urge you to read it. NOW. :3
EXCERPT
Ianto had always been fascinated with time. Since long before he found out Jack was a time traveler (which was after he found out Jack was immortal; it all seemed rather unfair) or even joined Torchwood.
When he was small he couldn't tell time except the hours, but he could sit and watch a clock patiently until the big hand came around to the twelve, and then he would know. And then he learned the Halves: half-seven, half eight, half twelve. After that it was just a matter of division until he discovered seconds.
Seconds were great. He loved the delicate length of the constantly-moving seconds hand, how much finer and more precise it was than the clunky minutes hand and the fat, smug hours hand.
His parents told him that until he was six they worried he wasn't quite right, because of the clocks. Sometimes he wondered if he was, really.
Then when he was nine he discovered Science Fiction and all these books about aliens and machines and especially time travel. Well, there was no going back. Science fiction was where it was. Which meant it was where Ianto was. Even if he had to be there as the tea boy. Being Torchwood's fetch-and-carry man was better than being top dog anywhere else. And it had its own benefits too.
When he was small he couldn't tell time except the hours, but he could sit and watch a clock patiently until the big hand came around to the twelve, and then he would know. And then he learned the Halves: half-seven, half eight, half twelve. After that it was just a matter of division until he discovered seconds.
Seconds were great. He loved the delicate length of the constantly-moving seconds hand, how much finer and more precise it was than the clunky minutes hand and the fat, smug hours hand.
His parents told him that until he was six they worried he wasn't quite right, because of the clocks. Sometimes he wondered if he was, really.
Then when he was nine he discovered Science Fiction and all these books about aliens and machines and especially time travel. Well, there was no going back. Science fiction was where it was. Which meant it was where Ianto was. Even if he had to be there as the tea boy. Being Torchwood's fetch-and-carry man was better than being top dog anywhere else. And it had its own benefits too.