“Tosh, do you know where Ianto went?” Jack asked, leaning around the frame of his office door.

“No. He said he’d be back before the afternoon briefing, though. Said he had an errand he had to run.”

“Yeah, that’s what he told me, too.”

She grinned up at him. “Don’t believe him?”

“He seemed off today. Quiet.”

“He’s always quiet,” Owen said, climbing the ( Read more... )

Written for the LAS contest prompt: “Journal” and “Book.” 600 word maximum count.

Once They’re Up

“Ianto, I’m going for a walk. I need some fresh air.”

Ianto calls out to Jack as he steps onto the lift, “Do you want some company? Not much going on right now.”

“Okay, sure.”

The men step off the invisible lift and draw their jacket collars closer to their ( Read more... )

A/N: Beta Credit to Veritas6_5, who improved the rhythm, cause hers is much better than mine….

Jack hadn’t intended this. He didn’t want it. He didn’t go looking for it.

He knew after Lucia, Estelle, and too many others that this sort of thing was a bad idea that could only end in someone’s world crashing down around them, and most likely his own, ( Read more... )

A Multitude of Sins

“Ianto? Can I come in?” Tosh asked, leaning against the old, wooden door that was barring her from her friend.

“It’s unlocked,” Ianto’s tired voice answered, and Tosh turned the worn brass handle and went in, realizing as she shut the door behind her that she was moving slowly so as not to startle him. She took off her coat at a ( Read more... )

Expendable, Pt. 1 (http://harkpad02.livejournal.com/4213.html#cutid1) - Jack finds Ianto sitting on his office floor going through files. He is looking to see how far back Jack goes in the files. "You could have just asked." "It didn't seem polite," Ianto countered.

Expendable, Pt. 2(http://harkpad02.livejournal.com/4419.html#cutid1) - A follow-up ( Read more... )

A deep breath. Ianto needed a deep breath to calm himself, to get himself in a place where he could assess the situation. So he tried to breathe deeply, the initial intake feeling good against his lungs, but his throat constricted again and he couldn’t get enough air. It felt like someone was strangling his throat with cold hands, but there was no ( Read more... )