Once again Torchwood is proving to me that no one needs to write fic about it. It is it's own slash, crack, angst...you name it. Everyone sleeps with everyone, they all have multiple personalities and personal issues and
...now we have Captain Jack (but not really Jack) dancing with Captain Jack, in uniform in a 1940's ballroom, and there is a kiss, with soft glowy light going on and a forlorn Tosh yelling "we need you, Jack", but he has to leave and the "real Jack" is gonna die and...
Seriously it's a fandom slash fiction writer's wetdream there in canon, and I restate my point. This fandom doesn't need fic. It is fic!
Oh and that's not including the scene where Ianto shoots Owen and Owen tells him he's just a part-time fuck for Jack...or something (can't remember the actual line). OMG fanfiction on screen. My brain cannot decide whether this is too much! I laughed so hard during the Jack/Jack kiss. Wow the uniforms were hot though! *shakes head in amazement*