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janto_recs2008-06-06 12:03 am
itoshii-chan.livejournal.com) wrote in janto_recs2008-06-06 12:03 am
Entry tags:
- category: gap-filler,
- category: hurt!ianto,
- category: hurt!jack,
- category: ianto/tosh friendship,
- category: protective!jack,
- category: strong!ianto,
- category: strong!jack,
- genre: angst,
- genre: hurt/comfort,
- length: oneshot,
- rating: pg,
- reccer: itoshii_chan,
- warning: character death,
- wordcount: 0-1000
REC: THE DEBT by VELVETFASCIAM
Title: The Debt
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetfascism
Genre: Gap-filler, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: "She told me once she’d take care of me."
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 620
Warnings: Spoilers for Torchwood 2x13 "Exit Wounds," Character death
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Even with it being an "Exit Wounds'" fic, it is mostly about Ianto and Tosh. What he wasn't able to do when she was alive, Ianto wants to do what little he can now that she's gone...
It is such an emotional fic that shows the depth of Ianto's and Tosh's friendship, so heartbreakingly painful. It broke me...
~*~*~*~*~
EXCERPT:
A low, mournful whimper escaped the young Welshman’s throat as he fought against Jack. He held his ground, his hands refused to relinquish the task of sealing the body bag despite the near violent shaking...
“Hey, hey,” he said softly and pressed both trembling hands to his broad chest, above his heart... effectively trapping their hands between their bodies. “You don’t have do to this now,” he insisted...
Ianto flexed his fingers, trying to feel Jack’s heartbeat... He couldn’t really blame him. He too was finding comfort in the steady rhythm of Ianto’s pulse... reminding him that he was still here, alive.
“Someone has to.”
Jack titled his head... and welcomed the sting of fresh tears. “I should be doing it,” ...
Ianto shook his head... the message clear... “She told me once she’d take care of me... It’s the least I can do.”
~*~*~*~*~
Author:
velvetfascismGenre: Gap-filler, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: "She told me once she’d take care of me."
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 620
Warnings: Spoilers for Torchwood 2x13 "Exit Wounds," Character death
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Even with it being an "Exit Wounds'" fic, it is mostly about Ianto and Tosh. What he wasn't able to do when she was alive, Ianto wants to do what little he can now that she's gone...
It is such an emotional fic that shows the depth of Ianto's and Tosh's friendship, so heartbreakingly painful. It broke me...
~*~*~*~*~
EXCERPT:
A low, mournful whimper escaped the young Welshman’s throat as he fought against Jack. He held his ground, his hands refused to relinquish the task of sealing the body bag despite the near violent shaking...
“Hey, hey,” he said softly and pressed both trembling hands to his broad chest, above his heart... effectively trapping their hands between their bodies. “You don’t have do to this now,” he insisted...
Ianto flexed his fingers, trying to feel Jack’s heartbeat... He couldn’t really blame him. He too was finding comfort in the steady rhythm of Ianto’s pulse... reminding him that he was still here, alive.
“Someone has to.”
Jack titled his head... and welcomed the sting of fresh tears. “I should be doing it,” ...
Ianto shook his head... the message clear... “She told me once she’d take care of me... It’s the least I can do.”
~*~*~*~*~