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The Doctor And Mr. Jones by sam_storyteller [R]
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Team Torchwood, and The Doctor
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sam_storyteller
Author's Website: Unknown
Why this must be read?:
Simply because it is captivating. And, dear Lord, it dares to have plot!
I believe there is something more to Ianto Jones than we see. Some of the best stories out there are those stories that explore that concept. This story is also great because it also involves The Doctor and well written. Wonderful characterization.
Ianto had always been fascinated with time. Since long before he found out Jack was a time traveler (which was after he found out Jack was immortal; it all seemed rather unfair) or even joined Torchwood.
When he was small he couldn't tell time except the hours, but he could sit and watch a clock patiently until the big hand came around to the twelve, and then he would know. And then he learned the Halves: half-seven, half eight, half twelve. After that it was just a matter of division until he discovered seconds.
Seconds were great. He loved the delicate length of the constantly-moving seconds hand, how much finer and more precise it was than the clunky minutes hand and the fat, smug hours hand.
His parents told him that until he was six they worried he wasn't quite right, because of the clocks. Sometimes he wondered if he was, really.
Then when he was nine he discovered Science Fiction and all these books about aliens and machines and especially time travel. Well, there was no going back. Science fiction was where it was. Which meant it was where Ianto was. Even if he had to be there as the tea boy. When he drifted into Torchwood London at the age of nineteen he realised being the lowest rung on the ladder there was better than being top-dog anywhere else. Being Cardiff's fetch-and-carry man had its moments. And it had its own benefits too.
That particular night he lay in bed -- in Jack's bed -- and watched the seconds hand on his wristwatch on the bedside table -- Jack's bedside table -- as it turned round and round. It was so peaceful to watch something else ticking along in its destiny in life, a simple but important task, marking time. Ianto preferred to be the seconds hand, moving quietly, fulfilling simple duties. Even if Torchwood was not, per se, simple. Ever.
Jack, for example.
THE DOCTOR AND MR. JONES
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Team Torchwood, and The Doctor
Author on LJ:
sam_storyteller Author's Website: Unknown
Why this must be read?:
Simply because it is captivating. And, dear Lord, it dares to have plot!
I believe there is something more to Ianto Jones than we see. Some of the best stories out there are those stories that explore that concept. This story is also great because it also involves The Doctor and well written. Wonderful characterization.
Ianto had always been fascinated with time. Since long before he found out Jack was a time traveler (which was after he found out Jack was immortal; it all seemed rather unfair) or even joined Torchwood.
When he was small he couldn't tell time except the hours, but he could sit and watch a clock patiently until the big hand came around to the twelve, and then he would know. And then he learned the Halves: half-seven, half eight, half twelve. After that it was just a matter of division until he discovered seconds.
Seconds were great. He loved the delicate length of the constantly-moving seconds hand, how much finer and more precise it was than the clunky minutes hand and the fat, smug hours hand.
His parents told him that until he was six they worried he wasn't quite right, because of the clocks. Sometimes he wondered if he was, really.
Then when he was nine he discovered Science Fiction and all these books about aliens and machines and especially time travel. Well, there was no going back. Science fiction was where it was. Which meant it was where Ianto was. Even if he had to be there as the tea boy. When he drifted into Torchwood London at the age of nineteen he realised being the lowest rung on the ladder there was better than being top-dog anywhere else. Being Cardiff's fetch-and-carry man had its moments. And it had its own benefits too.
That particular night he lay in bed -- in Jack's bed -- and watched the seconds hand on his wristwatch on the bedside table -- Jack's bedside table -- as it turned round and round. It was so peaceful to watch something else ticking along in its destiny in life, a simple but important task, marking time. Ianto preferred to be the seconds hand, moving quietly, fulfilling simple duties. Even if Torchwood was not, per se, simple. Ever.
Jack, for example.
THE DOCTOR AND MR. JONES