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Snowdon by Rivier (R)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Gen with a mention of Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rivier
Author Website: None I could see
Why this must be read:
Yet *another* story that makes me like Owen. What is it with fandom, anyway, trying to make me like characters ;) Seriously, though, this is an especially good piece looking at who Owen and Ianto are and why they do what they do. And we get to meet some of Ianto's family, which was fabulous. This takes place after the series one finale, and contains big honking spoilers for it.
Owen knows that the clue to surviving Torchwood is in the head. You have to build up some kind of mental resilience, to get through day after day dealing with Weevils and murderous fairies, orgasm-addict aliens, heart-eating aliens, human-eating humans and all the rest. It's either that or go mad and get carted off with your brain dribbling out of your ears. Torchwood One used to 'retire' a dozen employees a month on average, retconned quietly back into dull, safe anonymous lives.
It had been a busy old time in Cardiff after Canary Wharf fell. And none of them had gone certifiably mad, though they'd all had their share of fuck-ups and blow-outs, and Ianto's housemaid compulsion was probably bad enough to get him sectioned. Generally, though, Owen thinks they'd all done pretty well, considering.
Right up to the moment when he'd grabbed Jack's gun off the floor and aimed, and Jack had died in front of them all. Indisputably dead, lying there with a bullet between his eyes, a couple more in the chest, just to be sure.
And then he'd come back from the dead. Just like that.
And then he'd died again - sort of a once more with feeling, for good measure, because Jack Harkness had never really been the kind of guy who did subtle and understated. Mortuary slab one minute (or to be accurate, the best part of a week) and standing there the next, middle of the Hub, smiling and matter-of-fact, hands on hips as Owen had stepped up to take his punishment. What he'd been given instead was almost harder to make sense of than the whole resurrection thing.
Jack being Jack, of course he'd had to round it all off by vanishing right off the face of the Earth.
Not the easiest boss Owen's ever tried to make sense of, no.
Snowdon
Pairing: Gen with a mention of Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Author on LJ:
rivierAuthor Website: None I could see
Why this must be read:
Yet *another* story that makes me like Owen. What is it with fandom, anyway, trying to make me like characters ;) Seriously, though, this is an especially good piece looking at who Owen and Ianto are and why they do what they do. And we get to meet some of Ianto's family, which was fabulous. This takes place after the series one finale, and contains big honking spoilers for it.
Owen knows that the clue to surviving Torchwood is in the head. You have to build up some kind of mental resilience, to get through day after day dealing with Weevils and murderous fairies, orgasm-addict aliens, heart-eating aliens, human-eating humans and all the rest. It's either that or go mad and get carted off with your brain dribbling out of your ears. Torchwood One used to 'retire' a dozen employees a month on average, retconned quietly back into dull, safe anonymous lives.
It had been a busy old time in Cardiff after Canary Wharf fell. And none of them had gone certifiably mad, though they'd all had their share of fuck-ups and blow-outs, and Ianto's housemaid compulsion was probably bad enough to get him sectioned. Generally, though, Owen thinks they'd all done pretty well, considering.
Right up to the moment when he'd grabbed Jack's gun off the floor and aimed, and Jack had died in front of them all. Indisputably dead, lying there with a bullet between his eyes, a couple more in the chest, just to be sure.
And then he'd come back from the dead. Just like that.
And then he'd died again - sort of a once more with feeling, for good measure, because Jack Harkness had never really been the kind of guy who did subtle and understated. Mortuary slab one minute (or to be accurate, the best part of a week) and standing there the next, middle of the Hub, smiling and matter-of-fact, hands on hips as Owen had stepped up to take his punishment. What he'd been given instead was almost harder to make sense of than the whole resurrection thing.
Jack being Jack, of course he'd had to round it all off by vanishing right off the face of the Earth.
Not the easiest boss Owen's ever tried to make sense of, no.
Snowdon