ally_p_x

Today

2009-12-07T20:57:38Z

Feet are cold.

Car has a dodgy headlight and doesn't go to the mechanic until Wednesday - too scared to drive home cross country :-(

Pizza man wanted to discuss global warming - odd.

Can't decide to have a bath before bed or not.

I don't think I have time for Christmas. Or funds.

Why is it....?

2009-11-16T20:26:45Z

... that last week, when I fell up my stairs and bashed both my legs against the edges of two stairs that I hardly had a mark to show for it, despite being in a lot of pain for the whole evening.

Whereas, this morning I found a bruise on the inside of my forearm the size of a 50p and I have *no* idea how it got there????

Anyone......

2009-10-21T19:03:10Z

My nephew has been diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome today.

My sister and her husband have been sent away with leaflets and details of support groups.

I don't really know what I am asking here. Anyone else in the same situation?

I just want information, I think.

HELP!!!!!!

2009-10-15T20:06:34Z

Hello everyone

I need computer help - urgently.

Am currently running on Windows XP and access the internet thro Internet Explorer.

Tonight, I had one of those auto update messages, so I let them load and it restarted my computer. Now, I have problems. I can't access the internet at all thro Explorer, but I still have e-mail.

I have been sent a link to Google via email and I can access the net via this. However, its a massive inconvenience and I just want it all sorted.

All my links to comms are on explorer and its a real nuisance.

Please, please, can someone help me?????

Ianto's Shrine

2009-10-05T18:56:56Z

R.I.P Sir Bobby

2009-07-31T17:57:38Z

The people on my f/list who know me well know what a big part of my life my footie is.

I am sitting here tonight listening to the tributes being paid to Sir Bobby Robson, with tears streaming down my face.

If it wasn't for this wonderful man I don't think I would have football.

I was converted to football on 6th May 1978 at the age of 10. It was FA Cup day and I felt sorry for the blue team because no-one in the media gave them a hope, so they got my sympathy support if you like.

They beat the fancied Arsenal 1 - 0, and I have been an Ipswich Town supporter ever since. If they had lost that day, I doubt I would have taken an interest.

Bobby Robson dragged my little team from virtual obscurity to being one of the top teams in England and in Europe.

I was one of "Bobby Robson's Blue and White Army" during those wonderful times in the early 1980's when we beat the likes of Man Utd 6 -0 and almost did the treble in 1981.

My house is a sad place tonight.

Fic: A New Suit

2009-07-13T19:07:47Z

Title: A New Suit
Author:ally_p_x

Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: HUGE ONES FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH.
Beta'd by: This is unbeta'd, written in about 10 minutes, please forgive any punctuation abuse.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC .

Summary: A missing scene from Children of Earth

Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones stepped out of the lift on the 13th floor of Thames House.

"It's this way." Jack gestured ahead of them. Ianto nodded in acknowledgement then to Jack's surprise, strode off along an adjacent corridor.

"Ianto? I said...." he called after the retreating figure.
"I heard you, Jack," Ianto called back over his shoulder, "We have to make a short detour to Dekker's office."

Jack jogged after him, grabbing Ianto by the elbow as he stopped in front of a door. "Ianto, this is no time to go sightseeing!"

Ianto shot him a withering look and pushed Jack, none too gently, against the wall.

"I'm hardly dressed for this, am I?" Ianto gestured at his suit, "Now keep watch, don't let anyone in."

Jack looked at him in amazement. "Ianto, we're about to go and declare war on an alien that's demanding we hand over 10% of the worlds children, I hardly think it's gonna want to discuss the finer points of your tailoring!"

Ianto rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Two minutes." he insisted and disappeared inside the room.

"Ianto, we really don't have time for..." said Jack to the door.

Ianto's somewhat muffled voice interrupted him "Pretty sure we do, actually."

Jack scowled and leant against the wall, wondering what his lover was doing. He rapped on the door.

"What are you doing! We need to go!"

The door handle moved. "You said the last time the 456 were here, they threatened to release a virus, yes?" came Ianto's slightly breathless voice from behind the half open door.

"Yes" Jack replied, staring in disbelief as Ianto emerged from the room, resplendent in orange PVC.

"You really think I'm going in there without a HazMat suit on?" Ianto asked, thrusting part of the suit at Jack as he fiddled with its fastenings .

Jack couldn't stop himself from laughing, grabbing Ianto around the waist as he straightened up.

"This is why I love you, Ianto Jones." Ianto smiled as Jack kissed him soundly on the mouth, "You always dress just right for the occasion". He put the hood of the suit over Ianto's head, fastening it securely, before kissing the visor over Ianto's forehead.

"Let's go start a war!"

TW Series 3

2009-07-12T09:09:38Z

I am still unable to really say anything about the events in Series 3, it's all just too difficult.

But I do know this: MY FANDOM TOTALLY ROCKS!!!

Check this out on

bubblesp LJ

http://bubblesp.livejournal.com/1182.html?view=53406#t53406

This *points up* is why I love this fandom.

EDIT: I suppose I ought to say there are spoilers in the comments of the above link.

Posts with Spoilers for CoE Ep 4

2009-07-10T16:59:49Z

This is a post about spoilers for the last 2 episodes of CoE, but has totally no spoilers as to the content of those episodes.

This is to give a warning to the people on my f/list who posted things with spoilery titles yesterday that I will be de-friending you with immediate effect.

I make no apologies for this.

I have been looking forward to this series for 15 months now, and some of the titles of posts I found on my f/list yesterday totally RUINED last night. I hope you are pleased with yourselves

Looking for a specific community

2009-05-28T18:07:45Z

Hello everyone

I'm looking for a TW community for writers with unfinished fic.

I'm stuck on how to approach a section of dialogue in the fic that I'm writing at the moment and my Jack voice is being stubbornly silent.

Can anyone help?

Dreamwidth Invitations

2009-05-17T10:57:14Z

I have 2 Dreamwidth invitations going free to a good home.

Leave a message if you would like one.

Lunch Time Disaster........

2009-05-06T18:14:37Z

Nice walk in the countryside at lunchtime?

NEVER AGAIN.....................

.
We have a lovely ancient woodland on the site where I work. Once a year they organise a Bluebell Walk, which was today. Its a short walk, but the footpath is quite bumpy due to the caterpillar tracked vehicles which they use to gain access when they maintain the wood. Some of the ruts are about 6" or so deep and in parts are full of puddles, which meant that sometimes we had to walk on the grassy bit in the middle of the ruts and sometimes we had to swop from one rut to the other to avoid the puddles..

Anyway, the wood was beautiful - see above.

After a while, me and my boss decided to walk back to the office. However, we didn't turn off where we were supposed to and quickly realised we were on the wrong path. Undaunted we carried on because "I'm sure I know where this comes out" I said!!!

Hmm.....It got rather wet on the path and at one spot in particular there was a puddle on one side and what looked like just damp directly opposite. Being a bit of a country girl and used to things not always being as safe as they appear I cautiously stepped onto the damp looking rut opposite . First step was okay, second step was okay. Third step..... wooooaaahhhhh. UP TO MY FLIPPING ANKLES IN MUD!!!! The ground just gave way underneath me like quicksand!!!

I was absolutely filthy!!! My trainers are ruined. By now, me and the boss are convulsed in hysterical laughter as she pulls me out of the mud.

I limped back to the office, holding up the legs of my trousers to try and keep them off my filthy trainers. My ankle is quite sore at this point.

Boss goes inside to bring me out some warm water in a kettle so I can wash my feet and ankles. Go back into the office to be greeted by hoots of laughter from my "sympathetic" colleagues, who are greatly amused by the fact that Ally has fallen down a hole!!

Half the company know now and I must admit, it is flipping hilarious. My ankle now sports a large bandage, courtesy of the First Aider.

So, what did YOU do in your lunch hour today????

Dreamwidth update

2009-05-04T20:52:17Z

Okaaay, I think Ive done it!!!

You can find me at dreaminginpurple. Here is a handy clicky link:

http://dreaminginpurple.dreamwidth.org/

Dreamwidth

2009-05-04T15:20:02Z

So, I have a Dreamwidth invitation.

Have been wracking my brain for a user name cos I want to keep ally_p_x for eljay and also because it's insanely boring!

Everyone else has a more interesting user name, but I can't think of anything, so, am sending out a plea to my flist to see if any of you can come up with something!

Over to you!

Beta Request

2009-04-21T17:08:32Z

Hello

Anyone willing to beta a TW fic for me? It's currently running at 1900 words, but will get a bit longer.

I am preferabably looking for someone who has experience and who can do a thorough grammar/punctuation check for me. Brit-picking not needed.

If you can help please let me know.

Thank you!

Hillsborough Disaster - 20 years on

2009-04-15T17:32:30Z

An open post to anyone connected with Liverpool Football Club:-

My thoughts are with you all today. Watching the coverage this week of the awful events of that day have reduced me to tears of frustration - once again.

I remember that day vividly. I am not a Liverpool F.C. supporter, but I did attend football matches in the 1980's and have stood on packed terraces. The crushes and surges of the crowd were not uncommon - and were terrifying.

There cannot be anyone who went to matches in those days who have not looked back at the events at Hillsborough and thought "there but for the grace of God go I...."

Please, keep fighting for justice for the 96, for as long as it takes. It's what they and their families deserve. Please know that the football family lost 96 people on that day -may they rest in peace.

Happy Birthday.....

2009-04-05T12:26:43Z

Happy Birthday to the lovely

crowson75

*hugs*

Ally xx

Torchwood Audio Books

2009-02-08T11:19:49Z

I'm thinking of buying one to liven up my rather long journey to work.

So, if anyone has already got them, please let me know which one is the best.

Please, no recs for anything Gwack-y, don't want to be wrecking my car!

Loud Scream

2009-01-14T18:44:23Z

To certain drivers on my route home tonight:

Driving with your headlights on full beam in the fog does NOT help you see better.

It does mean that *I* can't see a F****** thing!

Just don't!!!

Rant over.

EDIT: Feel free to add your own pet driving hates :-)

Fic: You Either Love It....

2008-05-26T12:03:35Z

Title: You Either Love It...
Author: ally_p_x
Characters: Jack/Ianto, rest of team.
Spoilers: None
Rating: 12, for m/m kiss.
Beta'd by: The lovely avon_09
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. they are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC.
Summary: Jack's been making his own lunch...

Balancing a sandwich on a plate in one hand and files in the other, Jack passed Owen on his way to the conference room. "Owen, team briefing in the Conference Room, five minutes." He winked at Owen as he handed him the files then walked off, eating one half of the sandwich. Owen groaned.

"Tosh, Gwen, Conference Room now! Jack's been making his own lunch again."

"Where's Ianto?" Toshiko looked worried. Owen waved in the direction of the meeting venue.

"Up there, getting the room ready for the briefing."

"Oh no! Hurry, we might be in time." she replied, "Come on, Gwen." Toshiko grabbed Gwen by the wrist and pulled her bewildered colleague towards the stairway.

"Tosh! Stop! What are we doing?" Toshiko's heels clattered up the stairs as she dragged Gwen along behind her. Owen, ahead of them, took the stairs two at a time.

"We have to stop him." Owen said, adding "Jack," by way of explanation. Gwen frowned in confusion as they all arrived at the door to the Conference Room. Ianto's voice could be heard from inside the room.

"Jaack. No...No...Stop that...I'm warning you!...Ja..." His words were cut off abruptly.

"We're too late." Toshiko whispered.

"He's moving in for the kill." Owen replied. "There's nothing we can do to help him now."

"Nothing we can do? What's Jack doing to him in there?" Gwen asked in utter confusion.

"Look." Owen guided her into the room. Jack had backed Ianto into the large table in the middle of the room and was kissing him enthusiastically, one hand holding the back of his head, the other planted on the table next to an empty plate.

"So? They're kissing, it's not like we haven't seen...." Her words died away as she noticed Ianto was pushing his hands against Jack's chest, struggling to get away. "Oh...that's just...."

"Jack! Leave him alone!" Owen's voice momentarily distracted Jack from his task and Ianto took the opportunity to break free of his grasp. He sat down in the nearest chair, retching and wiping his mouth. Toshiko rushed to his side and poured him a glass of water from the jug in the middle of the table.

"Here, drink this." she said kindly, handing him the glass and patting him on the shoulder as he drank.

Jack smiled at them all. Owen shook his head and sat down, He looked across the table at Ianto. "You alright, mate?" Ianto nodded, but shot a murderous look at Jack.

"Oh Jack. How could you?" admonished Toshiko.

"What?" said Jack.

"You know Ianto hates Marmite!"

Authors notes: This was inspired by the fic Birthday Surprises by geordie_star
You can find it here: http://geordie-star.livejournal.com/60065.html#cutid1

Further Disclaimer: I do not own the name Marmite, or its advertising slogan. In fact I have never even eaten it, I'm sure it's very nice!

Fic: Sleeping Confessions

2008-05-19T18:47:44Z

Title: Sleeping Confessions 2/2
Author: ally_p_x
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 18 for this part.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC.
Spoilers: TW series 1 and 2.
Beta'd by: crowson75 who is still amazing.
Authors Notes; Thank you to the lovely nhj28
Summary: Jack reflects on the events of the evening while Ianto sleeps.

Ianto had fallen asleep with his head on Jack's chest, arm slung possessively over him. His warm breath tickled against Jack's skin as he muttered in his sleep,

"...But the boat will leave if we don't find the hippo..."

Jack could barely control his laughter, desperately trying to compose himself and keep still, so as not to wake his lover.

"It's alright," Jack whispered, stroking Ianto's shoulder " I got the hippo, we can leave now."

Ianto squirmed closer settling his leg between Jack's.

"Oh, yeah?" Jack's voice sounded hopeful. " And I thought you were tired?" Ianto responded with a series of snuffly noises that were unmistakeably snores. Jack kissed Ianto's hair and settled him more comfortably in his arms.

"Okay, you sleep, it's been a long day. We didn't have to go out tonight, could've just stayed in with a take away and a bottle of something. The restaurant was good though. Y'know, I'm sure that waiter fancies you, your dessert was twice the size of mine, didn't you notice?" Jack looked accusingly at the sleeping Ianto. "It was that suit. I might have to ban you from wearing that suit in public."

Jack glanced in the direction of the offending suit now hanging on the door of the wardrobe "It'd be a shame though, really like that suit. It sorta reminds me of the first suit I ever saw you in. You remember?" He lifted his head to look at Ianto who shifted a little in his arms, his hand coming to rest on Jack's hip.

"It was that night we caught Myfanwy... you must remember. Seeing you with her earlier reminded me. I've been thinking about that a lot recently, how you stalked me 'til I gave you a job."

Jack smiled and fell silent, listening to Ianto's deep regular breathing and trying to ignore the direction his hand was headed in.

"You were desperate for me to give you a job, weren't you?" Jack said at length. "I can see that now, looking back. You won't believe how often I've wished that I noticed it at the time. All I saw was a gorgeous guy in a sharp suit, although I must say your dinosaur catching technique certainly impressed me. She wasn't the only one you charmed that night."

Jack sighed, his expression darkened. "Should've told me about her, Ianto...About Lisa..that night, you should've told me about her. Things could have been different if you had. I'm not sure how, but we could have tried...instead you flirted your way back into Torchwood and I wanted you too much to question why. I thought it was me, that you wanted me"

Jack drew in a shuddering breath his voice barely above a whisper.

"Say it wasn't just about Lisa? Ianto... just need to hear you say it."

"It was never just about Lisa," came the quiet reply.

Ianto raised his head to look at him, but Jack was unable to meet his questioning gaze.

"Jack? What's this all about, eh?" Ianto raised himself up, "Aww, c'mere..." He pulled Jack close to him so they were laid face to face. Jack buried his head in Ianto's shoulder and held him tightly. He absently stroked Jack's hair, seemingly waiting for him to speak.

"How much of that did you hear?" Jack eventually asked, releasing his tight grip on Ianto and looking at him steadily.

"I heard enough. We've been through this, Jack. You know it was never just about Lisa."

Jack attempted an apologetic smile as Ianto continued.

"What happened between us then was despite Lisa, not because of her. I wasn't whoring myself out to you to keep you from finding her, Jack. You really think I'd still be with you if that wasn't the truth?"

Ianto silenced Jack's reply with the smallest shake of his head, placing a finger against his lips. He traced Jack's lips lightly with his fingertip, his gaze shifting from Jack's eyes to his mouth and back again. Ianto slid his hand around the back of his lover's head and pulled him gently toward him. Jack sighed as Ianto's mouth brushed softly against his, allowing his lips to part as the younger man moved to deepen the kiss. Ianto arched into Jack as their tongues slid together, Jack's fingers slowly stroking down his spine finally coming to rest on Ianto's hip, pulling them even closer together.

"Well, I think that might've convinced me." Jack told him as they eventually parted, both slightly breathless. He fell back against the pillows drawing Ianto towards him and settling the Welshman's head on his shoulder.

"Want to know a secret, Jones. Ianto Jones?" Jack leaned in closer, his breath warm against Ianto's ear. Ianto smiled at the mention of the nickname and nodded.

"I would have had you that night, right there on the floor of that warehouse."

Ianto twisted in Jack's arms to look up at him, a serious expression on his face. "I almost let you," he whispered.

Jack's thumb traced Ianto's jaw. "I know." he said softly, knowing what a difficult admission it was for the younger man.

"You knew, even then?" Ianto looked incredulous.

Jack laughed at his scandalised expression, "I was laying underneath you! Of course I knew!" Ianto blushed furiously and turned his face into Jack's shoulder.

"I wanted...I...I wish...umm..." Ianto drew a deep breath, "that night, I wanted to..."

"Wanted to what, Ianto? Tell me." Jack teased, his voice full of amusement. Ianto looked into Jack's eyes and couldn't hold his gaze. Jack knew there was no way in this world, or any other for that matter, that Ianto was going to say it. No way that he was going to tell Jack that what he wanted to do that night was kiss him senseless, to kiss and bite and suck him until Jack begged to have him on the filthy floor of that warehouse. Or at least, that was what Jack had wanted.

"So, not gonna tell me then, no?" He coaxed. Ianto shook his head, eyes cast downward to avoid looking at Jack. "Ianto, look at me." He looked up. Jack smiled and pulled the younger man on top of him. "You could show me, if it's easier."

Ianto looked down at Jack for a long moment, then said, "I believe it went something like this..."

ally_p_x @ 2008-04-23T21:45:00

2008-04-23T20:54:33Z

My Live Journal is one year old today!

One year since I accidently fell into the TW fandom and Jack/Ianto slash fic. My thanks therefore, go to silversolitaire for the fic "When in Rome" - its because of you that I'm here.

I've made so many new friends this last year, you all know who you are.
*hugs you all*

There are so many talented writers in this fandom and I've loved reading all of your work. Thank you!

[Unknown LJ tag]

Fic: Sleeping Confessions

2008-03-30T22:07:41Z

Title: Sleeping Confessions 1/2
Author: ally_p_x
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Myfanwy
Rating: 12 for Part 1 for m/m kiss, 18 for Part 2
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC.
Spoilers: TW series 1 and 2.
Beta'd by: The amazing crowson75
Authors Notes: There is a change of POV in each paragraph duing this part, this is deliberate - according to my beta! Hope it's not too confusing. There may, or may not be a staircase in the Hub as I have written it, but it needed to be there. Thank you, as always, to the lovely nhj28 for the handholding, and to likestowrite for the title.
Summary: Myfanwy acts a bit scary!

"Ianto. IANTO! You about ready to go? They won't hold that table all night you know." Jack's voice rang out across the Hub.

"I wish you wouldn't yell like that, Jack." Ianto's voice sounded in his comm. "I'm trying to settle Myfanwy and she's being a bit...difficult."

"Being difficult?" Jack muttered under his breath. "What does that mean, difficult?".

Jack made his way out of his office, pulling on his coat as he left. He had booked a table at Ianto's favourite restaurant and they barely had enough time to get there as it was.

"Ianto, will you quit messing about with the pterodactyl, we're gonna be late" Jack came out onto the walkway outside his office to look down into the Hub. Ianto stood looking upwards, hands on hips,berating the dinosaur in rapid Welsh. He spotted Jack watching him and gave him a helpless shrug. Jack tapped his wristwatch.

"It's not my fault, she won't let me up the stairs" Ianto ran his hand through his hair, exasperated. "I just need to get my things; my wallet, mobile, keys and I'm ready"

Jack was starting to get impatient. " Do you really need them? I'll pay for dinner; I have my mobile and as for your keys... stay here again tonight. There. Problem solved." Jack looked pleased with himself as he smiled down at Ianto.

"Oh no, Jack. My place tonight .You promised," Ianto looked severe. "I want to sleep in a proper bed, you know, one that actually has room for two people."

"So I did," Jack conceded. "Okay, Ianto you win, go get the keys and let's get out of here,"

"She won't let me up the stairs." he repeated. Myfanwy was circling above Ianto's head, diving towards him every time he made a movement towards the steps.

"I'll get them," Jack offered. "Where are they?"

"Where I left them this morning, in your room." Jack disappeared from Ianto's view back into his office.

Ianto made another attempt to ascend the steps. He hadn't said where he had left the keys and Jack was probably creating a mess looking for them. Myfanwy, however, was having none of it. Ianto felt the faintest brush of her wing against his face as she landed between him and the foot of the stairway.

Jack came back out of his office swinging Ianto's house keys from one finger. "Got them, can we..." His words died away as he looked down towards Ianto.

The pterodactyl was advancing on him as he tried to make for the stairs. Jack went cold. Myfanwy had never tried to attack any of them, with one notable exception he didn't want to think about, and she liked Ianto. Without hesitation he drew his gun and aimed it at her.

"Jack! No!" Ianto's voice brought him back to his senses. "She's not going to hurt me, I think she wants something." Jack lowered his gun, but did not replace it in its holster. Ianto spoke softly to the pterodactyl.

"Okay, I'm staying right here...keeping still...feet not moving, see." Ianto gestured towards his feet and seemed to struggle to keep his voice calm as she continued to move towards him. He could see Jack was worried and that he would not hesitate to shoot her if necessary.

As Myfanwy moved closer, Jack watched from the walkway above, powerless to help."Ianto, keep completely still. Don't do anything to spook her." Jack's voice was shaking slightly. "Don't hurt him." he whispered.

It was unnecessary advice in Ianto's opinion, he had no intention of moving. He continued to talk to her as she came up to within a foot of him. She looked at him, unblinking and then lowered her wings and folded them against her back. Ianto let out a shaky sigh and tentatively put out his hand towards her. She lowered her head and allowed the contact.

On the walkway above Jack relaxed slightly. The dinosaur's stance was undoubtedly submissive, but she was over seven feet tall with razor-like teeth and she was currently inches away from his lover, worrying at his suit jacket.

Ianto felt his blood run cold. One wrong move now and she could easily kill him, but she seemed more preoccupied with the pocket of his jacket. Ianto hadn't worn it since he and Jack had been out for dinner the week before and he had obviously forgotten to empty the pockets. Slowly he slid his hand inside all the time watching the pterodactyl intently. As his fingers closed on the small round object inside he smiled broadly.

"Jack, top drawer of Gwen's desk. Quickly!"

If Jack considered this a strange order he said nothing and raced across to Gwen's desk. In his haste to open the drawer it ended up on the floor. He knelt down to sift through the contents and eventually found what he was looking for. Snatching up the bar of chocolate, he went back across the walkway and threw it down to Ianto who caught it deftly with one hand.

Myfanwy made excited clicking noises and hopped backwards as Ianto removed the paper. He broke the bar in half with a loud snap and threw it behind her. She turned and grabbed it up, eating it greedily. As she finished he threw the other half as high as he could. She snatched it out of the air and, taking off gracefully, she took it up to her nest in the roof of the Hub.

Ianto sank to the floor as Jack jumped down the stairs towards him. He wrapped his arms around his shaking lover and held him closely.

"What made her do that? "

Ianto started to laugh.

"It's not funny, Ianto. I thought she was going to kill you." Jack's voice was still shaking.

Ianto fished in his pocket. "She just wanted this, that's all." He showed Jack the foil covered chocolate that had been inside. "I forgot it was there."

Jack stood, extended a hand to Ianto and pulled him to his feet. Ianto smoothed down his rumpled suit and kissed Jack lightly. "So, you still taking me out to dinner then?"

Part 2

Fic: Miss Me?

2008-03-21T21:11:49Z

Title: Miss Me?
Author: ally_p_x
Characters: Jack, mentions of Jack/Ianto, TW team, characters from DW Series 3.
Rating: 14
Disclaimer. These characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC.
Spoilers: DW series 3, TW Series 1 and Series 2, up to 2:1
Warnings: None.
Beta'd by: the amazing crowson75 thank you, honey.
Authors Notes: Thank you to the lovely nhj28 who read this almost a paragraph at a time as I wrote it, and to crowson75 who suggested the change to the beginning.
Summary: Takes place at the end of DW Series 3 and the start of TW Series 2

Miss Me?

"Back to work," Jack said suddenly, ducking underneath the railings that surrounded the Plas.

"Come with me."

Jack looked steadily at the Doctor; trying to read his expression.

"Had plenty of time to think that past year. The year that never was," A glance towards the Water Fountain, " And I kept thinking about that team of mine."

Jack needed the Doctor to understand why he had chosen to stay. It had been a surprisingly easy decision to make.

"Like you said, Doctor. Responsibility."

The Timelord nodded. "Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that."

He gave the Doctor and Martha his best salute. "Sir. Ma'am," turned on his heel and jogged across the Plas.

Within feet of the entrance to the Hub he stopped abruptly. Something told him that he was not going to be able to flirt and charm his way out of the inevitable conversation his team would want to have with him. Gwen, for one, was certain to insist, and he wasn't ready for her questions.

The delay in Jack's return wasn't wholly his fault. Despite his protests, UNIT had insisted on debriefing him before he was allowed to leave The Valiant. The whole process had taken far too long in Jack's opinion - he'd just wanted to get back to Cardiff and his team.

What he needed now, was some time to get his thoughts together before the inevitable happened, and one of the team spotted him on the CCTV.

His fingers closed around the small key in the pocket of his greatcoat.

"Of course," he smiled to himself. He took the key from his pocket, swung it on the chain briefly, and slipped it over his head.

Jack walked the length of the Plas towards the Bay, pausing for a moment to look at the fake Tourist Office, before turning left and slowly walking in the opposite direction.

He leaned on the railings and looked out across the Bay, deep in thought. Everything about Cardiff was the same as before he left. It looked the same; the early evening sun turning the roof of the Millennium Centre golden and sparkling on the water of the Bay, the boats tied up at the jetty.  It sounded the same, seagulls calling, the buzz of conversation and music from the surrounding bars. It even smelt the same.

All around him ordinary people were going about their lives, with no memories of the horrors the Master had visited upon them.

The year on The Valiant had given Jack plenty of time to think and to remember. There had been so many times when his memories had helped him keep a fragile grip on his sanity. Memories of his parents and Grey. The Doctor and Rose. Estelle.

"And I kept thinking about that team of mine."  His team, in particular, had never been far from Jack's thoughts. He had always known that however long it took the nightmare to play out, he would, at least, be alive at the end of it. The Master had laughed as he forced a horrified Jack to witness the destruction of Cardiff.

Now, he shuddered at the memory. Cardiff was home, and it was Torchwood - Gwen, Toshiko and Owen. And it was Ianto, beautiful, broken Ianto.

On The Valiant, Jack had reserved memories of Ianto for the very darkest days, when the Master was at his cruellest. It had helped to lose himself in thoughts of every kiss, every touch they had shared.

His relationship with Ianto had started out as much from Jack's clumsy attempt to try and offer comfort and reassurance, as Ianto's somewhat naive, but unnecessary, desire to prove his loyalty. By the time Jack had been prepared to admit to himself, or Ianto, that it was more than that, Abaddon had intervened and their world was in chaos.

It had been unforgivable really, to leave them all in that way. He should've tried harder to make contact with them, with Ianto at least. The last time he saw Ianto, Jack had kissed him in front of the whole team and made their relationship public, then abandoned him.  Feeling abandoned was something he was familiar with enough to feel guilty about inflicting on Ianto. He had asked nothing of Jack, who had given everything he was capable of giving at that time.

Whilst being held on The Valiant, Jack had come to realise that none of it had been fair. Jack had decided that things were going to be different when he got back and he would put things right, if that was what Ianto wanted. He had made vague plans in his mind of dinner, a movie, a kiss goodnight on Ianto's doorstep. Not that he didn't want his lover back in his bed, not at all, it was just important Ianto understood he meant more than that to Jack.

Darkness had fallen and a cold breeze blew across the Bay. Jack shivered and pulled his coat closer around him.

"Back to work."

Deciding against a dramatic entrance to the Hub via the lift, Jack headed towards the Reception Office. If old habits were anything to go by, Ianto would be there alone. Jack smiled and quickened his pace, eager to see him again.

The closed sign showed through the window of the door and it was locked. Jack tapped numbers into the keypad and hoped that no one had thought to change the code. The locked clicked and he opened the door. Jack shook his head; he would be having words with someone about that particular oversight. It was completely dark inside the office.  Reaching over Ianto's desk, smiling at the memories it brought back, he released the door and made his way into the Hub.

Barely noticing the alterations to the Hub, Jack scanned the area looking for any member of his team.  It looked as if they had left in something of a hurry; the coffee in the mug on Owen's desk was still warm. Jack tapped a few keys on Owen's computer and bought up the CCTV images of the Hub. Checking them quickly, he realised that even Ianto was missing and that was unusual.

He made his way to his office and looked about in surprise. It too had been refurbished in his absence, but was still comfortingly familiar. Gently, he touched the coral on his desk; everything was there, exactly as he'd left it.

The hatch to his quarters was closed. Lifting the heavy door, he climbed down the ladder. Once at the bottom, he turned on the lights and sat down on the bed. It was was neatly made and the linen was clean and smelt freshly washed. There was a slight indentation in his pillow though, as if it had been recently used. Jack picked it up; it smelt of Ianto's hair gel. Smiling, he replaced the pillow and made his way into his tiny bathroom.

Turning on the shower, he quickly stripped out of his clothes while the water heated. Standing under the pounding spray, he sighed deeply at the feeling of the water on his skin, yet another thing he had been denied on The Valiant.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself, and went back into his room to dress. Opening the door to his wardrobe, he pulled out a clean pair of trousers. Hanging them over his arm, he pushed shirts along the rail, selecting a dark blue one. Next to it was a dark grey suit, which he didn't recognise. The deep red shirt alongside it certainly wasn't his.

So, not only had Ianto kept his office and quarters immaculate, he had been sleeping there too if the evidence was anything to go by. It was as if Ianto expected Jack to return, but wasn't completely convinced that he would be staying. Jack wasn't sure if that made him feel happy, or if it broke him into tiny pieces.

"Oh, Ianto." Jack whispered softly, " I'm so sorry."

As he shut the wardrobe door, it occurred to him that apologies generally worked best when made in person and to do that he needed to find Ianto. Jack finished getting dressed and climbed back up to his office. A quick glance out of the door confirmed that the Hub was still deserted. Jack frowned, it was not exactly the homecoming he had imagined and he had thought of many different scenarios.

As there was no indication as to where his team were, Jack settled himself at his desk and began to leaf through the enormous pile of paperwork neatly stacked there. He spent some time catching up on reports and reading through his e-mails. The expenses forms he put to one side, Ianto could forge his signature on those later.

An alert on his wristband indicating an alien energy signal distracted him from Gwen's reports. With a few keystrokes, he bought up the link that enabled him to remotely access Toshiko's computer in the SUV.

"Blowfish, eh?" He activated the tracking device on the SUV; it was roughly two miles away from the Hub. The energy signal from the alien was nearer. Pushing back his chair, Jack sprang to his feet, grabbed his coat and pulled it on as he quickly crossed the Hub and left through the Reception office.

Once outside, he sprinted up a nearby set of steps and barged his way through the crowds of people still outside the bars and clubs. Without the benefit of the Hub's computer he had no idea where the team was, but the signal on his wristband was steadily getting stronger as he headed into a nearby residential area.

He ran along several streets and through alleyways, before stopping to catch his breath and to check the signal on his wristband again.

"Should be right around here, some place," he muttered. The sound of shrieking tyres caught his attention, as a bright red convertible careered into the cul-de-sac and was abandoned by the alien. Before a startled Jack had time to react, there was a further sound of squealing tyres and a very familiar black SUV pulled up. The doors were flung open, and there they were. His team.

Spurred into action by the gun shots in a nearby house, they raced in through the front door without even noticing him.

"How many times do I have to tell them? Cover all the exits!" Laughing quietly to himself, he crept around the side of the house towards the lit patio window.

Owen was kneeling on the floor giving first aid to the wounded man lying there. Gwen, gun pointing at the alien, had a protective arm around his wife. Toshiko, gun in one hand and PDA in the other, was calmly assessing the threat. The alien, its arm around the throat of the couple's daughter with a gun to her head, was taunting his team. And with his back to Jack, gun in outstretched hand, was Ianto.

"So, what about it minion? Can you do it? How good are you?

Jack held his breath.

"How sharp is your aim? What if you kill her?" The terrified girl struggled against its grip.

"What if I kill her first? Can you shoot before I do?," it taunted Ianto. The girl began to sob.

'Just do it, Ianto... just like I taught you...squeeze the trigger gently, and shoot'. Jack's silent plea to his young lover went unheeded.

"Dare you?"

Ianto was the only one with a clear shot but he was hesitating over taking it.

"Do it. Shoot," Jack whispered.

"Would you? Won't you?"

Realising that Ianto was frozen to the spot, Jack drew his gun and killed the alien with a single shot to the head. As it dropped to the ground, Ianto spun around to see where the shot had come from. The look of confusion and surprise on Ianto's face as he registered his presence made Jack laugh.

"Hey kids. Did you miss me?"

Fic: Angel Gwarcheidiol

2008-02-25T22:42:44Z

Title: Angel Gwarcheidiol
Author: ally_p_x
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Owen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Russell T Davis and the BBC.
Spoilers: Series 1 and up to 2:8 to be on the safe side.
Beta'd by : the lovely avon_09. Thank you so much.
Warnings: Character Death - but not permanent
Authors Notes: Thank you to </a></a>nhj28 for the hand holding and for the mini-beta. Also to </a></a>welshhelen for the Welsh translations.
Summary: We all need someone to watch over us.

Angel Gwarcheidiol

Owen removed his latex gloves and put them in a bag in his medical kit. He got to his feet and checked his watch. Four minutes now...four minutes since the crazed Weevil had attacked Jack in the dark cellar where it had been cornered. Jack had shoved Owen out of harm's way and had taken the full force of the Weevil's rage. It wasnt until it had fatally wounded Jack, and turned its attention to him, that Owen had had the presence of mind to shoot it.

Now Jack lay dead on the filthy, wet floor at Owen's feet. Gwen's voice over his comm startled him,

"Jack! Owen! What's going on down there? Are you alright? Do you need back-up?"

"No, I'm fine. Just...send Ianto down here will you Gwen. The weevil is dead, and so is Jack."

"What! I'll come too... I could just...Owen?"

"No, you and Tosh stay where you are." He sighed heavily. "You should know how this works by now, Gwen. Just Ianto."

Hating the helpless feeling inside him, Owen crouched beside Jack and checked his neck for a pulse. Still nothing. Feeling increasingly worried he touched his comm,

"Gwen. Where the hell is Ianto?"

"Here," Ianto appeared at the top of the stairs, torch in hand, peering into the cellar. " Where are you?"

"Over here,"

Ianto was beside him in an instant. Shrugging off his jacket he dropped to his knees next to Jack. Heedless of the fithy water he was now kneeling in, he lifted Jack's head gently, placed his now bundled up jacket under his head, and manoeuvred him onto his side.

"Why did you leave him like that?" He glared at Owen.

"Sorry, mate", he shrugged. "Didn't think he'd..." Owen's voice trailed off as he realised Ianto wasn't listening.

"How long now?"

Owen checked his watch. "Six minutes"

"More than usual," Ianto muttered under his breath.

In a quiet, low voice, he began to talk to Jack. A monologue in Welsh that Owen didn't understand. The Welsh puzzled him, Jack only knew enough to recognise when someone was hitting on him, and he didn't speak a single word of it as far as Owen knew.

Outwardly Ianto was calm personified, still kneeling at Jack's side, his hand resting gently on Jack's chest waiting to feel his first heartbeat, his first breath.

Since Jack's return from his travels, this was how it had been. Ianto had been insistent about that,

"Taking care of the dead is my responsibility. Even Jack." Especially Jack, remained unspoken.

Ianto would stay with Jack and Owen would hover in the background, keeping the women away. Ianto had told them that this was best for Jack - it was upsetting for him to see them distressed as he came back.

Owen knew it was lies. All of it. The truth of the matter was that it was Ianto who couldn't bear to have anyone other than Owen there. As Jack's body painfully repaired itself and he waited to hear that juddering first breath, Ianto could trust himself not to fall apart in front of Owen. The girls, they were too much for him to deal with.

"How long now?" Ianto glanced over at Owen. In that brief moment Owen saw the look of desperate panic in Ianto's eyes and he knew, just knew, that he would never be strong enough to watch a lover go through this.

"Ten minutes, but only four since you started talking to him." He attempted a reassuring smile in Ianto's direction "Shouldn't be long now."

It struck him as strange that Ianto seemed to know instinctively what to do, his voice patient and steady as the litany of Welsh continued.

Leaning against the wall of the damp cellar, Owen wished he could think of something useful to do, something to help Jack. There was nothing, there had been no Medical Checks To Do As An Immortal Resurrects lectures at medical school. He would've remembered that one! Jack was writing the text book on that subject single-handedly.

"I can feel a pulse, Owen." Ianto's voice cut across Owen's thoughts.

Owen crossed the short space and put two fingers on Jack's neck. He nodded.

"Yeah. He's coming back."

Ianto sat back on his heels and ran his fingers through his hair. He let out a shaky sigh as Owen rested a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, mate?"

Ianto nodded. "Doesn't get any easier."

" I have no idea how you do this. If it was me and him... if we were... you know," Owen shook his head " I couldn't do this if..."

"Watching over him. It's what I do, Owen" Ianto shrugged, " dead or alive, makes no difference"

Both men watched as Jack drew in a painful breath. His eyes focused and fixed on Ianto.

"Ianto. Watching over me again?"

"Always." He smiled gently, helping Jack to sit up. Jack pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

"Yup."

"Fy angel gwarcheidiol"

Neither of them noticed that Owen had slipped away.

Welsh Translations:

Angel Gwarcheidiol : Guardian Angel

Fy angel gwarcheidiol: My Guardian Angel

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