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Comfortable Horrors, by alex51324. (R)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Length: ~30,000 words
Author on LJ:
alex51324
Author Website: No website that I know of.
Why this must be read:
This is one of the most original post-Cyberwoman AUs that I've read so far. Jack keeps Ianto prisoner in the hub. The "relationship" that develops between the characters here is very believable. This isn't in any way a healthy relationship and
alex51324 doesn't shy away to show us this. In the end there is hope though, even though not everything has healed.
Ianto sits with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting like that. Hours. Days. Years. Every now and then, Jack comes down and looks at him through the plexiglass. He doesn’t speak, although sometimes he sighs as though he’d been about to do something and has changed his mind. Ianto thinks Jack’s waiting for him to say something—apologize, make excuses, scream defiance, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t speak, either.
Now, out of the corner of his eye, Ianto can see that Jack’s standing with his arms folded across his chest, leaning one shoulder against the rough stone wall. Abruptly, he straightens up and pushes the button to open the cell. “You might as well clean up, since you’re still here.”
Comfortable Horrors
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Length: ~30,000 words
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: No website that I know of.
Why this must be read:
This is one of the most original post-Cyberwoman AUs that I've read so far. Jack keeps Ianto prisoner in the hub. The "relationship" that develops between the characters here is very believable. This isn't in any way a healthy relationship and
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Ianto sits with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting like that. Hours. Days. Years. Every now and then, Jack comes down and looks at him through the plexiglass. He doesn’t speak, although sometimes he sighs as though he’d been about to do something and has changed his mind. Ianto thinks Jack’s waiting for him to say something—apologize, make excuses, scream defiance, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t speak, either.
Now, out of the corner of his eye, Ianto can see that Jack’s standing with his arms folded across his chest, leaning one shoulder against the rough stone wall. Abruptly, he straightens up and pushes the button to open the cell. “You might as well clean up, since you’re still here.”
Comfortable Horrors