"Wide Open Space"
My Torchwood Table
Claim: Torchwood, General Series
Title: "Wide Open Space"
Author: rivier
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Prompt: 09. Hurt/Comfort.
Rating: PG
Length: long
Brief summary: It's hard to deny that Jack and Ianto have a connection, shipper or non-shipper. The way Ianto was hurting after 'Cyberwoman', someone needed to comfort him. I'm glad this fic agreed that it had to be Jack. I have to say that this particular fic is one of the reasons why I decided to rec Torchwood this round, it's that fantastic.
Because there's blood: her blood, on his hands, on the floor around him.
Jack's speaking to him. Ianto stares at his moving lips, hypnotised, but he can't work out what Jack's saying. The sound is all muffled, the way it was on the day HQ was attacked, when all the explosions left his ears ringing with the same huge, dull static. Like that now. When did the bomb go off here?
He can't think of anything to say: can't move, can't even shrug. Jack puts a hand on his shoulder and nods, it's OK, and Ianto watches as the room washes red and black around him, everything sliding away like a telescope in reverse.
Link to the story: Wide Open Space
Claim: Torchwood, General Series
Title: "Wide Open Space"
Author: rivier
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Prompt: 09. Hurt/Comfort.
Rating: PG
Length: long
Brief summary: It's hard to deny that Jack and Ianto have a connection, shipper or non-shipper. The way Ianto was hurting after 'Cyberwoman', someone needed to comfort him. I'm glad this fic agreed that it had to be Jack. I have to say that this particular fic is one of the reasons why I decided to rec Torchwood this round, it's that fantastic.
Because there's blood: her blood, on his hands, on the floor around him.
Jack's speaking to him. Ianto stares at his moving lips, hypnotised, but he can't work out what Jack's saying. The sound is all muffled, the way it was on the day HQ was attacked, when all the explosions left his ears ringing with the same huge, dull static. Like that now. When did the bomb go off here?
He can't think of anything to say: can't move, can't even shrug. Jack puts a hand on his shoulder and nods, it's OK, and Ianto watches as the room washes red and black around him, everything sliding away like a telescope in reverse.
Link to the story: Wide Open Space