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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Torchwood Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Torture, Permanent Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence - Torchwood Summary:
Three weeks after Jack comes back from the year only he remembers, a shipping container on Cardiff docks turns up empty, except for a Torchwood One property tag that should have burned with the tower. Someone is using the Rift like a loading bay. Someone patient, courteous, thirty years in the planning, who has been standing on the Plass long enough to work out exactly where Jack Harkness is soft.
Ianto Jones spent two years rebuilding the account of the dead precisely so he'd never have to go back to the grave. Now the grave has come to him. A courtship conducted in coffee and stopwatches. A very polite enemy. And the long way back from the worst thing that ever happens to both of them. A story about keeping the dead, the count, each other.
Guys I came to the realization that I can just. reformat the ending of my fic into something I actually want to write. Wild
Has anybody thought of this before
I've played toys all day with my new ianto figure!! Me and my gf were so enthusiastic though that we killed gwen </3
^ we reenacted some scenes from the show
^ and then gave them ice creams, pirates and a motorbike chase
then we remembered children of earth day 4 happened so my jack and ianto figures got married
and during the wedding gwen fell off the table and her left leg snapped off 💔 so we held a funeral
yes thats eight as the funeral priest and yes the ice creams are flowers now and yes rhys is just a green cardboard cutout 🥀
Just realised it's Torchwood's 20th anniversary this year
What the fuck
*Suzie walking past Jack and Owen working out*
Jack: Hey Suze, here to check out some buff studs? *Winks at her*
*She looks him up and down*
….
Suzie: No. *Walks away*
I may have stated it before but the 456 Incident was a black mark on UNIT’s record and their conscience.
I mean bloody hell!
Nobody has ever used the 💋 emoji as much as Captain John Hart. Trust me I'm a professional.