Jack hung the devious little plant directly over his desk.  Christmas was not one of Jack’s favorite times of year, but it did have its redeeming qualities.  Mistletoe was his favorite.  He knew that, at some point, all of the members of his team would have to come into his office and ask him a question at some point.  If he just ( Read more... )

            Jack had known that he would lose him eventually.  He had told himself this hundreds of times.  Every time Ianto had been in danger, Jack’s fear had been in the forefront, determining all of his actions.  Logic was rarely in the equation when it came to protecting Ianto.  Unfortunately, more often than not, this resulted in rash actions ( Read more... )

            Jack smiled at Ianto across the table for two.  They were seated in a cute little restaurant in downtown Cardiff, just starting that first date Jack had asked for.  This was their third attempt at a date, seeing as the rift never seemed to want to behave.  But Jack had given Gwen strict orders not to call them unless the world was ( Read more... )

                “This was an awesome idea,” Owen said, sipping champagne.

Gwen toasted him.  “I agree completely.”

Tosh nodded.  “Yes, but where did we get the money to take the whole team on a cruise?  And who’s watching the rift?”

Jack just shook his head and smiled.  “Don’t worry about it, Tosh. ( Read more... )

                Boots and dress shoes, stepping on the dehydrated leaves leftover from autumn.  The bodies attached to them walking on a path just outside of their city.  Bundled tightly against the new winter’s cold.

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Standing close enough to share warmth, but not quite close enough to touch.  Sharing words and breath.  ( Read more... )

                It had become a tradition among this incarnation of Torchwood Three.  Every Tuesday night, if the rift was behaving, they all gathered at one of their homes and watched a movie.  Movie night always entailed popcorn, ice cream, soda, and whatever commentary they could come up with.  This Tuesday, it was Gwen’s turn to pick the movie.
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                Ianto sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, staring out the rolled down window.  Jack was driving, while Gwen, Owen, and Tosh had opted to take the sports car.  Well, Owen had wanted to take the sports car, and Gwen and Tosh had wanted to look after him, considering his bullet wound.  Jack and Ianto weren’t talking, they just sat ( Read more... )

                Jack and Ianto were lying on a snowy hill, bundled up tightly.  They were a little ways outside the city of Cardiff, far enough away that they could see the stars clearly on the cold winter’s night.  Ianto’s left hand lay in Jack’s right, and they stared up at the sky.  Jack sighed contentedly.

“You really enjoy ( Read more... )

                “What do you think it’s supposed to be?” Jack whispered to Ianto.

“I believe,” Ianto replied, holding out a lumpy, uneven, knitted length of yarn, “That it’s supposed to be a scarf.”
                “A scarf?” Jack asked Ianto quietly.  “Scarves are straight, not wavy.  If they’re not straight, it’s hard to wrap in ( Read more... )

                Jack and Ianto stood in Jack’s office.  Ianto had several brochure guides in one hand, and more were laid out on the desk.

“Tell me why, exactly, we’re planning a holiday?” Jack asked.  “It’s winter here in Cardiff, too.  It’s not like going a few miles away will change the weather that much.”

“That ( Read more... )