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Sun in the Sky by Giddygeek (R)
Hi folks, my name is Mara and I'll be driving the Torchwood SUV this month. I plan to rec a variety of fic, including gen, het, and slash.
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
giddygeek
Author Website: The Geekdom
Why this must be read:
Because oh god, this story is haunting and beautiful and manages to make sense of the rapid changes in how Jack and Ianto deal with each other in the middle of the season. It deals especially well with the tricky issue of Ianto and Lisa, in a way that...well, just read it. This is easily one of the best stories in the fandom, and I can't think of any better way to begin my recs than with this.
"He shouldn't be left alone," Owen says, frowning.
Ianto pushes at Owen's hand, trying to brush it away. Owen has been shining lights into his eyes for what seems an awfully long time while he argues that Ianto can't go home, and it's passed annoying. "He is not unconscious," Ianto says and tries to rise; two sets of hands clamp down on him, fingertips pushing into a few bruises. Ianto gasps before he can help it and Owen's hands fall away.
Jack's hands do not.
Jack frowns at Owen over Ianto's head as his hands shift, fingers gentling but spreading wide over Ianto's shoulders. "He can stay here. There are beds, there's food; he even has a spare suit or three stashed away in case of emergency."
"There's no need--"
"He'll have to be woken every few hours," Owen says, narrowing his eyes. "Watched carefully, you know."
"I am not--"
"I know what to do," Jack says, nodding.
Owen snorts, leans back over Ianto. "Stop it," he says, shaking a finger in Ianto's face. "You took a few good hits to that rock hard head of yours, and Tosh and Gwen would feel badly if you died alone in your bed." The waving finger points at Jack. "He's better than nothing."
"I can find someone to--"
"There isn't a soul in the world you'd ask to watch over you," Owen says and Ianto sucks in a hard breath; more for the sudden pressure of Jack's fingers against a bruise than anything else, he's certain, although he must admit that Owen is right. There's no one now, not for this.
Sun in the Sky
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Author on LJ:
giddygeekAuthor Website: The Geekdom
Why this must be read:
Because oh god, this story is haunting and beautiful and manages to make sense of the rapid changes in how Jack and Ianto deal with each other in the middle of the season. It deals especially well with the tricky issue of Ianto and Lisa, in a way that...well, just read it. This is easily one of the best stories in the fandom, and I can't think of any better way to begin my recs than with this.
"He shouldn't be left alone," Owen says, frowning.
Ianto pushes at Owen's hand, trying to brush it away. Owen has been shining lights into his eyes for what seems an awfully long time while he argues that Ianto can't go home, and it's passed annoying. "He is not unconscious," Ianto says and tries to rise; two sets of hands clamp down on him, fingertips pushing into a few bruises. Ianto gasps before he can help it and Owen's hands fall away.
Jack's hands do not.
Jack frowns at Owen over Ianto's head as his hands shift, fingers gentling but spreading wide over Ianto's shoulders. "He can stay here. There are beds, there's food; he even has a spare suit or three stashed away in case of emergency."
"There's no need--"
"He'll have to be woken every few hours," Owen says, narrowing his eyes. "Watched carefully, you know."
"I am not--"
"I know what to do," Jack says, nodding.
Owen snorts, leans back over Ianto. "Stop it," he says, shaking a finger in Ianto's face. "You took a few good hits to that rock hard head of yours, and Tosh and Gwen would feel badly if you died alone in your bed." The waving finger points at Jack. "He's better than nothing."
"I can find someone to--"
"There isn't a soul in the world you'd ask to watch over you," Owen says and Ianto sucks in a hard breath; more for the sudden pressure of Jack's fingers against a bruise than anything else, he's certain, although he must admit that Owen is right. There's no one now, not for this.
Sun in the Sky