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Give me the hands that I may lift the weight of another who's starting to drift by violetmessages ( Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto | Complete | 866 | T )

It was odd how something so innocuous as that could be so intimate.

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grieving (for the living) by elusive_eventuality ( JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 2042 | G )

”I think we’ve lost them,” Jack says, resigned. At his shoulder Gwen laughs, breath puffing out in front of her in the cold morning air. She rubs her gloved hands together briskly and rocks up on the tips of her toes. ”I think you might be right. Who knew Ianto liked football? I thought Rhys was going to have a heart attack when he found out, the poor love.” ”About time they found common ground. I’m not sure how many more ‘family dinners’ I could stand in silence.” Jack glances at her sideways, a smile flitting at the edges of his mouth. “I mean really, you get a man shot once and he never lets you forget it.” Or A missing scene somewhere between Journey's End and Children of Earth.

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Grounding by DinoDina ( Gwen&Ianto | Complete | 465 | G )

Gwen and Ianto have been captured.

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Get Loved, Make More, Try to Stay Alive by Dira Sudis (Dsudis) (JackIanto | Complete | 68261 | E)

"When we don't die young and violently, we die weird. Well, or all three, case in point."

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'gender rolodex' by jackdaw816 on ao3

Gender Rolodex by jackdaw816 (JackJohn | Complete | 666 | T)

John Hart was a man. But then again, he wasn’t always John Hart

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Guard Them, and Him Within by Etharei (JackIanto | Complete | 38,120 | E)

Ianto Jones finds himself far from home. But there are guns, aliens, and more Strange Happenings than one can shake a stick at, so sometimes it’s like he hasn’t left. Of stories within stories, and the adventures of small characters.

Written for TARDIS Big Bang 2009.

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Gwen and the Quest for Plasters by humantales (jackianto, gwenrhys | Complete | 8,673 | G)

Ianto Jones is so competent that his coworkers at Torchwood forget that he doesn't know how to do everything.

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Got That Friday Feeling Again by NancyBrown (OwenOther, JackIanto, GwenRhys, GwenOwen | Complete | 18.3K | R)

HELP HELP HELP HELP

I AM TRAPPED IN A TIME BUBBLE

The magic marker all over the nice chintz wallpaper bled and smeared as Owen wrote in increasingly desperate lettering across the walls. Ls and Ps dragged down, wiggly at the end or drawn out in slashed strokes.

He ignored the pounding on the door frame. He'd shoved the wardrobe in front, which always kept Jack out for twenty three and a half minutes. He ignored the sweat and tears and snot dripping down his face, down his mouth. He ignored the high-pitched singing from his own throat, "If you want my future, forget my past," chanted over and over.

HELP