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Proof of Your Existence by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarcasticchick (NC-17)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 24,595
Author on LJ:sarcasticchick
Author's Website:sarcasticbabble
Why this must be read: This fic was posted for last year's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tardis_bigbang and I remember reading it and just sitting with my mouth open after I finished it. SarcasticChick is already well-known as the bringer of amazing Ianto characterizations (see: Shades of Ianto and The Windhovers) and manages to weave stories that are so full of detail that it feels so real. I consider this to be one of the hallmarks of a great author and SarcasticChick is prime example.
The story is prefaced with no information beyond this quote from Ghost in the Shell: "Can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you? When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is." That quote is this story to a tee. It's hard to even describe this story without giving away too much, but I'll try. Ianto is not what he seems at first glance and an attack on Torchwood Three's computer exposes that in horrible clarity.
Give this story the time to appreciate it, savor the language and lush world created by SarcasticChick. You won't be sorry.
Ianto had only been away from the Hub for a short time, long enough to refile the materials he'd pulled for the investigation into Artifact 1959.10.31 and log the new files for the now deactivated device. Refiling, the routine second step on his too-often-used checklist to recover from yet another near world-ending situation defied only through sheer Torchwood Three luck and ingenuity. First step had been simple, remove Artifact 1959.10.31 from the clutches of the two-year-old child who refused to relinquish his 'blankie,' no matter how it ominously blinked. Quick substitution with a significantly less volatile, more chemically stable teddy bear proved the winning solution when Captain Jack Harkness' patented charm failed to work on the tot.
Step three, submit Requisition Form 29.e - "Personal Articles - Clothing - Accessories" to replace Gwen's Claudia Ciuti boots, destroyed when said tot vomited on said shoes, which really were the most obscene choice of footwear for an alien artifact pursuit. Impractical and expensive to replace when used to deactivate alien technology, the stomach acids and leather created an apparent caustic vapor destroying the integrity of the 'blankie's' circuitry.
He really should talk with Jack about their female teammates' choice in footwear. Owen didn't wear three-inch heels on a chase, though the mental image was nearly enough for Ianto to request that dress code as a joke. The dangers of sprained ankles, torn ligaments, and fractured tibias/fibulas outweighed the benefits of sleek calves, long legs, and height by a measure of five-to-one. Not that he believed Jack would listen; the captain always maintained a voyeuristic admiration for anything beautiful and had made enormous allowances in the Torchwood Code of Conduct for his staff. Quite frankly, after he had found Jack wearing Tosh's coveted ballet-wrap cashmere sweater, the delicate cyan knit stretched over firm muscle and curving gracefully around his pectorals while he luxuriated in the texture, Ianto feared the man might get ideas and begin wearing stilettos to work.
Not a trend Ianto wished to instigate. The shoes, not the sweater (Ianto may have made copies of the CCTV footage of Jack wearing Tosh's sweater for his own personal use).
Proof of Your Existance bysarcasticchick
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 24,595
Author on LJ:
sarcasticchickAuthor's Website:
sarcasticbabbleWhy this must be read: This fic was posted for last year's
tardis_bigbang and I remember reading it and just sitting with my mouth open after I finished it. SarcasticChick is already well-known as the bringer of amazing Ianto characterizations (see: Shades of Ianto and The Windhovers) and manages to weave stories that are so full of detail that it feels so real. I consider this to be one of the hallmarks of a great author and SarcasticChick is prime example.The story is prefaced with no information beyond this quote from Ghost in the Shell: "Can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you? When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is." That quote is this story to a tee. It's hard to even describe this story without giving away too much, but I'll try. Ianto is not what he seems at first glance and an attack on Torchwood Three's computer exposes that in horrible clarity.
Give this story the time to appreciate it, savor the language and lush world created by SarcasticChick. You won't be sorry.
Ianto had only been away from the Hub for a short time, long enough to refile the materials he'd pulled for the investigation into Artifact 1959.10.31 and log the new files for the now deactivated device. Refiling, the routine second step on his too-often-used checklist to recover from yet another near world-ending situation defied only through sheer Torchwood Three luck and ingenuity. First step had been simple, remove Artifact 1959.10.31 from the clutches of the two-year-old child who refused to relinquish his 'blankie,' no matter how it ominously blinked. Quick substitution with a significantly less volatile, more chemically stable teddy bear proved the winning solution when Captain Jack Harkness' patented charm failed to work on the tot.
Step three, submit Requisition Form 29.e - "Personal Articles - Clothing - Accessories" to replace Gwen's Claudia Ciuti boots, destroyed when said tot vomited on said shoes, which really were the most obscene choice of footwear for an alien artifact pursuit. Impractical and expensive to replace when used to deactivate alien technology, the stomach acids and leather created an apparent caustic vapor destroying the integrity of the 'blankie's' circuitry.
He really should talk with Jack about their female teammates' choice in footwear. Owen didn't wear three-inch heels on a chase, though the mental image was nearly enough for Ianto to request that dress code as a joke. The dangers of sprained ankles, torn ligaments, and fractured tibias/fibulas outweighed the benefits of sleek calves, long legs, and height by a measure of five-to-one. Not that he believed Jack would listen; the captain always maintained a voyeuristic admiration for anything beautiful and had made enormous allowances in the Torchwood Code of Conduct for his staff. Quite frankly, after he had found Jack wearing Tosh's coveted ballet-wrap cashmere sweater, the delicate cyan knit stretched over firm muscle and curving gracefully around his pectorals while he luxuriated in the texture, Ianto feared the man might get ideas and begin wearing stilettos to work.
Not a trend Ianto wished to instigate. The shoes, not the sweater (Ianto may have made copies of the CCTV footage of Jack wearing Tosh's sweater for his own personal use).
Proof of Your Existance by
sarcasticchick