Forgotten - 3/4

[sierasky]

Owen and Jack pulled up in front of a row of old Victorian townhouses on a quiet street in Roath. Ianto was number 13 (something that he often found either extremely ironic or extremely foreboding considering how his life was turning out lately). It took fifteen minutes of knocking and calling Ianto’s name before the door finally opened. Jack was

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[butterflycell]

**hides** poor baby!!!

GAH! At least Jack's looking after him now...

AWWWWW! *hugs Ianto hard*

wonderful!

[watchthehorns]

Poor Ianto!

I love this story and the way you've portrayed each character but I will say "oh-so-EDIBLE Ianto" may not have been a wise choice of expression considering the subject of 'Countrycide' :) No worries though, it made me giggle quite insanely for a moment so I thought it was worth a mention.

On to the final part now!
Did I mention how fab I think this story is?!?! Well it is!
xxx

[siludia]

‘I’m not sure it’s supposed to be smoking like that, Sir.’

Love this. Absolutely brilliant.