Title: Counting the Days
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: T
Characters/pairings: Ianto/Jack, Ianto, Tosh, Gwen, Owen
Warnings (including spoilers): Free reign on season 1, spoilers for Fragments, mentions of suicide
Wordcount: 29,415 words
( Counting the Days )

Thirty days since Jack left

Ianto stared at the report in front of him, eyes traveling blankly along the lines of text. Black lines and symbols blurred into smudges. He blinked, squeezing his eyelids.

( Epilogue )

Twenty-nine days since Jack left

Ianto surveyed the Hub from the walkway and wiped his brow, leaning against one of the railings. He surveyed the disaster zone that was the Hub, even after a half day’s dedicated work of cleaning it. He wished he wasn’t the only one trying to improve the appearance and particularly the odor of the Hub, but the ( Read more... )

All four member of the Torchwood team cried out at the same time. In a way that would have been hilarious if they weren’t various states of unhinged, they flinched and looked around at each other.

Owen was the first to find his voice. “What the fuck was that?” he shouted near-hysterically.

( Chapter 13 )

Twenty-one days since Jack left

When Ianto got into the Hub at ten past eleven and mildly hungover, he found Gwen in his office going through his paperwork.

“Just thought I’d help out,” she told him, wide eyes examining his rumpled suit. “We did know how long you’d be gone, and I know you’d hate to fall behind.”

( Chapter 11 )

Twenty days since Jack left

Ianto was woken at 6:12 am by a politely phrased demand from UNIT. He drove back to the Hub half-awake and signed for a package from an angry-looking, taciturn courier. Once inside the Hub, he opened the package and read the ‘highly classified’ information.

Then he called Owen.

( Chapter 10 )

Nineteen days since Jack left

Ianto had been thankful that the Rift was quiet. They were all in a bit of shock, all of them busying themselves in various odds and ends that had gone undone in the weeks since Jack’s disappearance. Even Ianto set aside the budget for immediate practicalities like cleaning the Range Rover and restocking the kitchen. ( Read more... )

Eighteen days since Jack left

Ianto woke up feeling like a new man, and thanked Jack silently. He went into work and actually made some progress on the budget, then ate lunch with the team, who for once managed to joke around and talk without it devolving into an argument.

( Chapter 8 )

Sixteen days since Jack left

Ianto placed another requisition form on the ‘complete’ pile and reached for the next. His hand met the lacquered wood of Jack’s desk and he reached for the next pile instead. Finding nothing again, he looked up, and discovered that the entire right side of the desk was absent of any work. The realization jolted Ianto ( Read more... )

Fifteen days since Jack left

Ianto had no patience for the budget that morning. Instead, he dragged the pile of UNIT communications, inter-agency request forms and reports from various Torchwood contacts up onto the desk and organized them in order of importance. He spent the morning trying to make a dent in the red tape and fielding calls from the ( Read more... )