janto_recs | Proof of Your Existence by Sarcasticchick

Title: Proof of Your Existence
Author: sarcasticchick
Genre: action/general/slight-angst
Rating: nc-17
Summary: "Can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you, when neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is?"
Status: Complete, may or may not become a series
Length: 24,595 words
Warnings: some violence (nothing too graphic), sex (a bit more graphic than the violence), pre-Reset

Comment: I love this fic. It’s an interesting and fun read with good characterization and a truly original story idea.

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Nineteen minutes, forty-one seconds. The time it had taken to traverse the distance from the Hub to the Archives to the Hub again, a steady pace, never rushing, never dawdling, returning just shortly after five. Of course, upon entering the chaos that had erupted in the Hub during those nineteen minutes and forty-one seconds he was away, Ianto found himself quickly reevaluating the belief that the worst of the day was behind them and there was no need to rush. It had all been quiet when he'd left; he hadn't even put coffee on before he'd exited to the archives.

How they were in chaos without coffee was beyond his comprehension. They never chaosed in the Hub without coffee.

Ianto reevaluated the situation again as he approached the throng hovering around Tosh's desk. 'Chaos' may have been too broad and disordered; instead it appeared that Tosh was the frantic one, Jack looked on concerned, and Owen and Gwen wore confused expressions. Minor situation, then, maybe an alien caught speeding and Tosh was removing the visual evidence. He approached curiously, if not cautiously, picking up a clipboard to keep his idle hands busy.

His arrival must have caught Jack's eye who, after a quick glance from head to toe and back again with a leer (nothing new, Jack had a certain affinity for this specific black pinstriped suit, which often left Ianto naked and begging, bent over Jack's desk while he whispered Ianto's name as he came), turned to point to Tosh. "We've got hackers," he said, like it was an infestation of fleas.

"That," Ianto blinked, taken aback by the notion; Torchwood had systems in place to deter such matters, "never happens."

Proof of Your Existence by Sarcasticchick

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