The cherry blossoms of Japan were the most beautiful sight that Tosh had ever witnessed. Every spring her family would have a day out to see the trees and participate in the festivities. In her memories there was always joy and wonder, which brought out the lovely smile to her lips.

Even now the memories came to her, as she sat in the small ( Read more... )

Ianto got out of the car and went up the drive towards Torchwood House. Right now he wanted to be alone after a strange day. Jack’s suggestion of a hotel room had failed to convince him to stay. He wondered why Jack had punched that former con man.

The young man seemed harmless, recruited to Torchwood because he knew how to keep secrets. Didn’t ( Read more... )

Jack knew he would be here tonight, dressed in a fancy dressed costume complete with a mask. Well that was what he thought at least. Tonight he knew that he had to stay away since Peter was undercover. It wasn’t his fault that he once slept with the host.

He spotted a lovely lady walking out on the balcony. He followed hoping for a flirt and ( Read more... )

Ianto picked up the leek, studying it delicately in his hands before placing it back down again. Beside him his companion chopped a tomato. Today they were going on a picnic at the local park for Sir David’s Day.

“Well it looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day,” His companion said with a smile.

“Yeah, rare for Cardiff,” Ianto replied, “I hope ( Read more... )

Drops of water fell upon Ianto’s forehead. A leak in the roof but he knew that it was never going to be fixed, Torchwood never allowed for those things. So tonight he was left to look up at the ceiling while the drops began to fall.

His thoughts turned to the lounge room where the TV was blaring loudly. Jack was still here, even though Ianto had ( Read more... )

The first time Tosh fired a gun it missed the target completely, leaving a hole in the wall. Nerves had stuck, causing her to tremble sightly. Jack assured her that it was ok and to try again but this time he pressed up close to her.

A mixture of lemons and cinnamon hit her nostrils as he instructed her on what to do. Pleasant sensations ran down ( Read more... )

Ianto smiled as Jack put on the ice skates. It had been awhile since he had done this. Last time had been with Lisa and he had fallen on the ice which caused her to laugh so hard that she too had fallen. This time though he was absolutely terrified inside.

“Right I’m ready,” Jack proclaimed, “are you alright, Ianto?”

“Yes, ready as you are sir.”

Jack ( Read more... )

For two weeks Jack watched Peter re-adjust to the routine, briefing and training other team members. At night Jack would hold him close while the tears fell. Peter’s disappearance had been a shock to him. Now that he was back Jack could feel tension between them.

“Why are you crying?” Jack asked one night and wiped away a tear.

“Just the shock of ( Read more... )

It was quiet at the train station, normal for a Tuesday morning in the year 1927. Jack stood quietly on the platform. Today was the day Torchwood would be regaining a member. Peter Watson had returned after leaving without a word six months ago, now Torchwood were willing to take him back.

“Jack?”

He didn’t turn around, “Hello Peter,”

“Well I’m back ( Read more... )

The fox jumps over the fence, chased by a pack of hounds. A childish picture lying next to the piece of paper filled with doodles of hearts and rainbows. It also contains a poem, a love poem written on a whim.

In the drawer are paper hearts and animals plus little toy solders, those green plastic ones young boys like to play with.

Childish things ( Read more... )