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No Raven, by Centaurea_M (R)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
centaurea_m
Author Website: Her Torchwood fic is here
Why this must be read: This is the first Jack/Ianto story that I read and liked - really, really, liked. Ianto's not a wibbly puddle of snot and tears, Jack's not a fluffy ball of sunshine and romance. They are what we see in canon - two messed up guys, in a messed up universe. This story is dark, it's gritty, and it is beautiful.
Down a rainy alley in the dark, slap slap of shoes on concrete, hard and breathing fast and following Jack’s billowing coat: a gun in his hand. Owen and Tosh in front, around the corner, weapons held high. Gwen, the faster runner, somewhere further ahead, darker. Drizzle in his face, wiped with the back of a hand; coming up behind Jack at the corner, he is restrained, and a finger silently directs him left. They split up from the others. Ianto follows the Captain sideways along rasping brick, past humped shapes of bins, trying to hold the torch steady enough to drive the darkness into orderly lines. A cat leaps out, hissing, and Jack flinches. Looking back at Ianto, his eyes and teeth glitter as he laughs.
Then comes the shot.
No Raven
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Author on LJ:
centaurea_mAuthor Website: Her Torchwood fic is here
Why this must be read: This is the first Jack/Ianto story that I read and liked - really, really, liked. Ianto's not a wibbly puddle of snot and tears, Jack's not a fluffy ball of sunshine and romance. They are what we see in canon - two messed up guys, in a messed up universe. This story is dark, it's gritty, and it is beautiful.
Down a rainy alley in the dark, slap slap of shoes on concrete, hard and breathing fast and following Jack’s billowing coat: a gun in his hand. Owen and Tosh in front, around the corner, weapons held high. Gwen, the faster runner, somewhere further ahead, darker. Drizzle in his face, wiped with the back of a hand; coming up behind Jack at the corner, he is restrained, and a finger silently directs him left. They split up from the others. Ianto follows the Captain sideways along rasping brick, past humped shapes of bins, trying to hold the torch steady enough to drive the darkness into orderly lines. A cat leaps out, hissing, and Jack flinches. Looking back at Ianto, his eyes and teeth glitter as he laughs.
Then comes the shot.
No Raven