Masks, by entangled_now. (PG-13)

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Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: team; Ianto/Jack
Length: ~ 1,800 words
Author on LJ: entangled_now
Author Website: libraryofsol is their fanfic journal.
Why this must be read:

How do you react when you know some-one of your team isn't who they are supposed to be but you don't know which of them is it? This was such a fascinating view on the team. They became a team, almost a family, but they were never really friends. The atmosphere is deliciously creepy, and the ending fits the whole story.


He balanced the tray on a forearm and opened the door.

Ianto liked to think he was mentally prepared for almost anything, it was expected for the Torchwood staff to be full aware that anything could, and indeed did, happen. They'd been enough drills, some for clear and specific threats and others more flexible, more workable for some of the more unexpected dangers the universe could throw at them.

Ianto suspected Jack had far too much fun making up new ones and springing them on everyone.

This didn't feel like a drill.

Having a gun stuck in his face was not an entirely new sensation for Ianto. However neither was it something anyone could be expected to get used to.

There was a gun in his face now, a breath away from touching the skin, steady and unwavering in Jack's hand.


Masks