The Torchwood Drabble Files by badly_knitted



Summary: A collection of drabbles, mostly based on the weekly prompts at tw100. Mostly Jack/Ianto as that's what I write, but no doubt other Torchwood characters will pop in from time to time. All genres are possible, but expect mainly humour and fluff, because that's usually what comes out when I write. All are 100 words exactly in Word, but apparently not here!
Rating: Teen
Categories: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Lisa Hallett, Martha Jones, Myfanwy, Other Character(s), Owen Harper, PC Andy Davidson, Rhiannon Davies, Rhys Williams
Genres: Mixed
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2012.09.23
Updated: 2021.09.15


Index

Chapter 1: Ianto Puts His Foot Down
Chapter 2: Annual Event
Chapter 3: Season Of Mists
Chapter 4: One Rock At A Time
Chapter 5: For Lisa
Chapter 6: Lady Of Bad Luck
Chapter 7: Cheater
Chapter 8: Rain And Weevils
Chapter 9: Final Chance
Chapter 10: Half Life
Chapter 11: It Must Be Friday
Chapter 12: A Weevilly Inconvenience
Chapter 13: Feeling Weevilish
Chapter 14: Finding Doctor Weevil
Chapter 15: No Good Choices
Chapter 16: For Love Of Family
Chapter 17: And Yet...
Chapter 18: Laying Ghosts To Rest
Chapter 19: Stranded On Halloween
Chapter 20: Torchwood Trick Or Treat
Chapter 21: Pied Piper
Chapter 22: Like Brothers
Chapter 23: Unlikely Friendships
Chapter 24: Worlds Apart
Chapter 25: Weird
Chapter 26: The Way To A Weevil's Heart
Chapter 27: A Weevil In Love
Chapter 28: True Love
Chapter 29: Fallen Hero
Chapter 30: The Search
Chapter 31: Maybe...
Chapter 32: The Torchwood Buffet Mystery
Chapter 33: The World Is Ending
Chapter 34: Doomed
Chapter 35: Unidentifiable Flying Objects
Chapter 36: What Now?
Chapter 37: Another Chance
Chapter 38: Second Chance
Chapter 39: New Beginning
Chapter 40: Expecting The Unexpected
Chapter 41: A Rabbit’s Tale
Chapter 42: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Two
Chapter 43: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Three
Chapter 44: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Four
Chapter 45: Monster Mash
Chapter 46: Snowfall
Chapter 47: On Repeat
Chapter 48: Jumping The Gun
Chapter 49: Laying Down The Law
Chapter 50: Feeding Time
Chapter 51: The Price Of Betrayal
Chapter 52: On The Hunt
Chapter 53: A Long Awaited Sound
Chapter 54: The Sound Of…
Chapter 55: Silence Is…
Chapter 56: Not So Silent Night
Chapter 57: Treasured Possessions
Chapter 58: The Disappearance Of Agatha
Chapter 59: Returning Agatha
Chapter 60: The Sandwich Mystery
Chapter 61: Shapes
Chapter 62: It’s Not Unusual – For Torchwood
Chapter 63: Object Unknown
Chapter 64: It’s Alive!
Chapter 65: Nosewood
Chapter 66: Overwhelmed
Chapter 67: Elusive Butterfly
Chapter 68: Night Fright
Chapter 69: Night Fright – Owen’s POV
Chapter 70: Adhesive Butterfly – Sequel to ‘Elusive Butterfly’
Chapter 71: Mara
Chapter 72: Impulsive Butterfly
Chapter 73: Decorative Butterfly - Sequel To 'Impulsive Butterfly'
Chapter 74: Transmissive Butterfly
Chapter 75: Everyone Has Them
Chapter 76: Night Feeds
Chapter 77: Sneak Thief
Chapter 78: Sneak Thief Revealed
Chapter 79: Accidental Parenthood
Chapter 80: A Sticky Problem
Chapter 81: A Sticky Situation
Chapter 82: A Sticky Solution
Chapter 83: Unstuck
Chapter 84: Burnt Offerings
Chapter 85: The Language Of Vegetables
Chapter 86: Trash Or Treasure?
Chapter 87: A Rare Treasure
Chapter 88: Blue Is The Colour…
Chapter 89: Not So ‘Super’ Man
Chapter 90: More Than He Seems
Chapter 91: Mending Stuart’s Leg
Chapter 92: Picking Up The Pieces
Chapter 93: Defrosting Day
Chapter 94: Cheering Up Gordon
Chapter 95: The Art Of Concealment
Chapter 96: In The Service Of Humanity
Chapter 97: The Domino Effect
Chapter 98: Stop That Castle!
Chapter 99: The Kiss
Chapter 100: Name-Dropping
Chapter 101: Come Back, Jack Harry Teesdale
Chapter 102: Situations Vacant
Chapter 103: A Mystifying Phone Call
Chapter 104: Once In A Moonlit Junkyard
Chapter 105: One Sunny Day
Chapter 106: A Chaise Longue Too Far
Chapter 107: The Coming Of The Beast
Chapter 108: The Thing In Wesley’s Shed
Chapter 109: How To Create A Monster
Chapter 110: The Great Escape
Chapter 111: Nowhere Particular – Sequel To ‘The Great Escape’
Chapter 112: Forewarned Is Forearmed
Chapter 113: Faithful To The End
Chapter 114: Gnome Is Where The Heart Is
Chapter 115: That Sinking Feeling
Chapter 116: Watching The Clock
Chapter 117: It’s Escaped!
Chapter 118: If You’re Not Careful… - Sequel to ‘It’s Escaped!’
Chapter 119: An Apple A Day – Sequel To ‘If You’re Not Careful…’
Chapter 120: Get Out Of That, Then
Chapter 121: Application Rejected
Chapter 122: Not Quite As Planned
Chapter 123: Future Dreams
Chapter 124: Unexpected News
Chapter 125: Choosing Names
Chapter 126: Safe Harbour
Chapter 127: What Jack Wants
Chapter 128: Craving Dangers
Chapter 129: Constant Cravings
Chapter 130: Craving Dangers Solved
Chapter 131: Pursued
Chapter 132: Keep Going
Chapter 133: On The Run?
Chapter 134: Invasion
Chapter 135: What Is It?
Chapter 136: Gone, Gone, Gone
Chapter 137: Red Nose
Chapter 138: Everything Has Changed
Chapter 139: Sweater Weather
Chapter 140: Brave
Chapter 141: Red
Chapter 142: Clarity
Chapter 143: LoveHate Thing
Chapter 144: Forever Love
Chapter 145: Captain Fluff Saves The World
Chapter 146: Greener Than We Thought
Chapter 147: A Brighter Shade Of Green – Sequel to ‘Greener Than We Thought’
Chapter 148: It’s Good To Be Green – Sequel to ‘A Brighter Shade Of Green’
Chapter 149: Fighting Back
Chapter 150: You Solve One Problem… - Sequel To ‘Fighting Back’
Chapter 151: Everyone Needs A Teddy Bear – Sequel To ‘Treasured Possessions’
Chapter 152: Temporary Teddy Bear
Chapter 153: Have You Hugged Your Jack Today?
Chapter 154: The Gathering
Chapter 155: Joining In – Sequel to ‘The Gathering’
Chapter 156: Another One
Chapter 157: Homeless Bears - Sequel to ‘Another One’
Chapter 158: A Friend In Need - Sequel to ‘Alone’ by timelordshines on LJ
Chapter 159: A Beary-tale – Sequel to ‘Have You Hugged Your Jack Today?’
Chapter 160: Boeshane Family Tree
Chapter 161: The Family Line
Chapter 162: The Rift In Autumn
Chapter 163: Branching Out - Sequel to ‘The Rift In Autumn’
Chapter 164: Tree-Homing - Sequel to ‘Branching Out’
Chapter 165: Autumn Temptation
Chapter 166: The Duel
Chapter 167: Seconds
Chapter 168: Feeding Torchwood
Chapter 169: No Dominion
Chapter 170: Waiting
Chapter 171: Restrictive Butterfly – Sequel To ‘Transmissive Butterfly’
Chapter 172: Waking - Sequel to ‘Waiting’
Chapter 173: Ignorance Is Bliss
Chapter 174: Reminiscing
Chapter 175: Friendship
Chapter 176: Playing Gooseberry
Chapter 177: In Wine There Is…
Chapter 178: …Alcohol – Sequel to ‘In Wine There Is…’
Chapter 179: Spying - Quadruple drabble
Chapter 180: Bedtime Story
Chapter 181: Tasty Treats
Chapter 182: Mystery Meat
Chapter 183: Snacking
Chapter 184: Food For Thought
Chapter 185: Different Tastes
Chapter 186: Weirdest Foods
Chapter 187: Pale Purple Leather
Chapter 188: Cloud Watching
Chapter 189: Simple Logic
Chapter 190: An Unforgettable Sight
Chapter 191: Royal Purple
Chapter 192: Illusive Alien
Chapter 193: Leather Clad
Chapter 194: Smoke And Mirrors
Chapter 195: Deceptive
Chapter 196: Illegal Alien – Sequel to ‘Illusive Alien’
Chapter 197: Worth The Price - Companion piece to ‘Pale Purple Leather’
Chapter 198: Marooned
Chapter 199: Telling Lies
Chapter 200: Transformed
Chapter 201: Stormy Weather
Chapter 202: Watching The Skies – Sequel to ‘An Unforgettable Sight’
Chapter 203: Stargazing - Sequel to ‘Watching The Skies’
Chapter 204: Deceived
Chapter 205: Spartan Living
Chapter 206: Homeward Bound - Sequel to ‘Stargazing’
Chapter 207: Jack Behaving Badly
Chapter 208: Sexbot
Chapter 209: Compulsion
Chapter 210: The Scarf
Chapter 211: Childhood Memories
Chapter 212: Cold Comfort
Chapter 213: Twisted Timelines - Sequel to ‘The Scarf’
Chapter 214: At Sunset
Chapter 215: Lazy Day
Chapter 216: Defrosting Jack – Sequel to ‘Cold Comfort’
Chapter 217: Preparing For Battle - Sequel to ‘Defrosting Jack’
Chapter 218: Early Thaw – Sequel to ‘Preparing For Battle’
Chapter 219: Victory - Sequel to ‘Early Thaw’
Chapter 220: Cleanup - Sequel to ‘Victory’
Chapter 221: Aftermath - Sequel to ‘Cleanup’
Chapter 222: Enjoying The View
Chapter 223: The First Day…
Chapter 224: The Second Day…
Chapter 225: The Third Day…
Chapter 226: Deck The Hub
Chapter 227: The Fourth Day…
Chapter 228: Christmas Vacation
Chapter 229: The Fifth Day…
Chapter 230: The Sixth Day…
Chapter 231: Musical Mystery
Chapter 232: Hot Pursuit
Chapter 233: Torchwood Christmas Morning
Chapter 234: Snow Joke
Chapter 235: The Seventh Day…
Chapter 236: The Eighth Day…
Chapter 237: The Ninth Day…
Chapter 238: The Tenth Day…
Chapter 239: The Eleventh Day…
Chapter 240: The Twelfth Day…
Chapter 241: Winter Fun
Chapter 242: The Perils Of Boredom
Chapter 243: Empress Of Earth - Sequel to ‘The Perils Of Boredom’
Chapter 244: Stress Relief - Sequel to ‘Deck The Hub’
Chapter 245: Competitive
Chapter 246: Out Of Step
Chapter 247: Homemade Treats
Chapter 248: Poor Myf
Chapter 249: Scarred Love
Chapter 250: Sexbot Coda – Sequel to ‘Sexbot’
Chapter 251: Duty First
Chapter 252: Soap Star
Chapter 253: Sweet Shopping - Sequel to ‘Twisted Timelines’
Chapter 254: Like A Soap
Chapter 255: Misinformed
Chapter 256: Soap Addicts
Chapter 257: Love & Chocolate
Chapter 258: Back Trouble
Chapter 259: Complex Calculations
Chapter 260: What’s Going On? – Sequel to ‘Complex Calculations’
Chapter 261: Happy Birthday, Jack – Sequel to ‘What’s Going On?’
Chapter 262: Lost And Found - Sequel to ‘Happy Birthday, Jack’
Chapter 263: The Greatest Gift - Sequel to ‘Lost And Found’
Chapter 264: One Hand
Chapter 265: Indelible
Chapter 266: Basking
Chapter 267: Tall Tales
Chapter 268: Shopping For Dresses
Chapter 269: Oh Crumbs!
Chapter 270: Unbearable?
Chapter 271: Lurking
Chapter 272: A Natural Mistake
Chapter 273: Nice View
Chapter 274: Weird Awakening
Chapter 275: Spring-Cleaning
Chapter 276: After The Storm
Chapter 277: Silly Lies
Chapter 278: Funfair Fun
Chapter 279: Workplace Tension
Chapter 280: Valentines
Chapter 281: Creature Feature
Chapter 282: Not Enough
Chapter 283: Good Newts!
Chapter 284: Raining Tears
Chapter 285: Keeping Busy
Chapter 286: Unlucky In Love
Chapter 287: Fragmented - Sequel To ‘Keeping Busy’
Chapter 288: Running Down - Sequel To ‘Fragmented’
Chapter 289: Multitasking?
Chapter 290: What They Don't Know
Chapter 291: Repairs
Chapter 292: Mislaid
Chapter 293: The Library Vandal
Chapter 294: Library Surprise
Chapter 295: The Torchwood Library
Chapter 296: A Series Of Misfortunes
Chapter 297: Working Out
Chapter 298: After Hours Visit
Chapter 299: Saved By The Library
Chapter 300: Bookworm
Chapter 301: The Library Of Lives
Chapter 302: End Of An Era
Chapter 303: The Caffeine Provider
Chapter 304: Facts Of Fluff
Chapter 305: Secret Weapon
Chapter 306: Fair Trade
Chapter 307: Fuelled By Coffee
Chapter 308: No Rest
Chapter 309: Instant Coffee Blues
Chapter 310: Worrying Behaviour
Chapter 311: Information Retrieval
Chapter 312: Eyes Of Age
Chapter 313: Leprechaun Logic
Chapter 314: High Fliers
Chapter 315: Lost Property
Chapter 316: Reclaiming Property - Sequel to ‘Lost Property’
Chapter 317: Voices
Chapter 318: Strange Invention
Chapter 319: Doctor Owen Harper
Chapter 320: Transforming – First prequel to ‘Weird Awakening’
Chapter 321: Ferreting About - Sequel to ‘Transforming’
Chapter 322: Goodnight Sweet Ferret – Sequel to ‘Ferreting About’
Chapter 323: Tangled
Chapter 324: April Fool
Chapter 325: The Perfect Date. Almost…
Chapter 326: Unwelcome Assistance
Chapter 327: Mobbed
Chapter 328: Aftereffects
Chapter 329: Foot In Mouth
Chapter 330: Snickered
Chapter 331: Unwelcome Visitor
Chapter 332: Sweet Nothings
Chapter 333: Phone Error
Chapter 334: Identity Crisis
Chapter 335: Supermarket Shock
Chapter 336: Mistaken
Chapter 337: Help!
Chapter 338: Unnatural
Chapter 339: Fear Of Falling
Chapter 340: Locked In
Chapter 341: Spring In Cardiff
Chapter 342: Resentment
Chapter 343: Trapped
Chapter 344: Blossom Time
Chapter 345: Moving On
Chapter 346: Suspicion
Chapter 347: Fallout – Sort of sequel to ‘Suspicion’
Chapter 348: Another Confrontation
Chapter 349: Crossed Wires
Chapter 350: Something To Hide
Chapter 351: Gone Fishing
Chapter 352: In The Shadows
Chapter 353: A Dangerous Job
Chapter 354: Not Amused
Chapter 355: Natural Attraction
Chapter 356: Civilized Manners
Chapter 357: Frazzled
Chapter 358: Still Not Amused - Sequel to ‘Not Amused’
Chapter 359: Bird Trouble
Chapter 360: Marking Time
Chapter 361: Living Paradox
Chapter 362: Green Invaders
Chapter 363: Weed Control – Sequel to ‘Green Invaders’
Chapter 364: Like Weeds
Chapter 365: The Trio
Chapter 366: Little Weed!
Chapter 367: Watching The Storm
Chapter 368: Befriended
Chapter 369: A New Dream
Chapter 370: One Good Reason
Chapter 371: One Hell Of A Life
Chapter 372: Alfresco
Chapter 373: New Toy
Chapter 374: First Test – Sequel to ‘New Toy’
Chapter 375: Second Test – Sequel to ‘First Test’
Chapter 376: Third Time Lucky? – Sequel to ‘Second Test’
Chapter 377: I Spy - Sequel to ‘Third Time Lucky?’
Chapter 378: Field Testing Begins – Sequel to ‘I Spy’
Chapter 379: Identified - Sequel to ‘Field Testing Begins’
Chapter 380: Taking Hart - Sequel to ‘Identified’
Chapter 381: Questions - Sequel to ‘Taking Hart’
Chapter 382: Answers - Sequel to ‘Questions’
Chapter 383: Revelations - Sequel to ‘Answers’
Chapter 384: Brief Visitor - Sequel to ‘Revelations’
Chapter 385: Field Tested - Sequel to ‘Brief Visitor’
Chapter 386: Options - Sequel to ‘Field Tested’
Chapter 387: Booted - Sequel to ‘Options’
Chapter 388: Ideas & Invites - Sequel to ‘Booted’
Chapter 389: Welcoming Visitors - Sequel to ‘Ideas & Invites’
Chapter 390: Interesting Offers - Sequel to ‘Welcoming Visitors’
Chapter 391: Begging - Sequel to ‘Interesting Offers’
Chapter 392: Confessions - Sequel to ‘Begging’
Chapter 393: Attitude Adjustment - Sequel to ‘Confessions’
Chapter 394: Considering… - Sequel to ‘Attitude Adjustment’
Chapter 395: Departure - Sequel to ‘Considering’
Chapter 396: Awkward Situation - Sequel to ‘Mobbed’
Chapter 397: Shelter
Chapter 398: The Note
Chapter 399: Out Of Milk
Chapter 400: Old Favourite
Chapter 401: Not So Lucky
Chapter 402: Illuminated
Chapter 403: Late Night Alert
Chapter 404: Stuff
Chapter 405: Insidious
Chapter 406: Navigation Error
Chapter 407: Mystery Box
Chapter 408: Coming Back
Chapter 409: Going Ape
Chapter 410: First Day
Chapter 411: Ear, Ear
Chapter 412: Wedding Daze
Chapter 413: Moving Day
Chapter 414: Tailgate Musings
Chapter 415: Urban Redevelopment
Chapter 416: Threat Neutralized
Chapter 417: Running Bare
Chapter 418: The Naked Truth – Sequel to ‘Running Bare’
Chapter 419: Of Course – Sequel to ‘The Naked Truth’
Chapter 420: Disaster Averted – Sequel to ‘Of Course’
Chapter 421: Zoo Or False? – Sequel to ‘Disaster Averted’
Chapter 422: Identifying The Impossible - Sequel to ‘Zoo Or False?’
Chapter 423: The Possimpible - Sequel to ‘Identifying The Impossible’
Chapter 424: Un-zoo-table - Sequel to ‘The Possimpible’
Chapter 425: What’s In A Name? - Sequel to ‘Un-zoo-table’
Chapter 426: Seeing Things? - Sequel to ‘What’s In A Name?’
Chapter 427: Not Seeing Things - Sequel to ‘Seeing Things?’
Chapter 428: Defining Daisy - Sequel to ‘Not Seeing Things’
Chapter 429: One Giant Leap - Sequel to ‘Defining Daisy’
Chapter 430: Tidy-Minded - Sequel to ‘One Giant Leap’
Chapter 431: She Shoots, She Scores! - Sequel to ‘Tidy-Minded’
Chapter 432: The Torchwood Nannies
Chapter 433: Adrift
Chapter 434: Eternal Love
Chapter 435: Stories At Bedtime
Chapter 436: Unwelcome News
Chapter 437: What Could Go Wrong? – Sequel to ‘Unwelcome News’
Chapter 438: No Harm Done – Sequel to ‘What Could Go Wrong?’
Chapter 439: The Stopwatch
Chapter 440: Christmas Delivery
Chapter 441: Lunchtime Disaster
Chapter 442: Cleanup Problems
Chapter 443: A Mammoth Problem
Chapter 444: Expert Opinion
Chapter 445: Like Father, Like Daughter
Chapter 446: Task Completed!
Chapter 447: Monstrous Beastie
Chapter 448: Terrible Pun
Chapter 449: Owning Up – Sequel to ‘Mistaken’ (Chapter 336)
Chapter 450: A Merry Heatwave
Chapter 451: Awkward Question - Sequel to ‘Owning Up’
Chapter 452: Conversing Cousins - Sequel to ‘Awkward Question’
Chapter 453: Warm Bodies
Chapter 454: Lot Number 8
Chapter 455: Fulfilment
Chapter 456: Father’s Day
Chapter 457: Nostalgia
Chapter 458: Rainstorm
Chapter 459: Greeting Lily – Sequel to ‘Christmas Delivery’
Chapter 460: Royal Invitation
Chapter 461: Camping
Chapter 462: A Sight To Behold
Chapter 463: Just Us
Chapter 464: Birdsong
Chapter 465: No Worries
Chapter 466: Personal Grooming
Chapter 467: A Bit Tied Up? - Sequel to ‘Birdsong’
Chapter 468: The Loser
Chapter 469: Precious Memories
Chapter 470: Overdue
Chapter 471: Late Return - Prequel to ‘After Hours Visit’
Chapter 472: Facing A Long Wait
Chapter 473: Act Of Mercy
Chapter 474: Taking A Break
Chapter 475: Honoured
Chapter 476: Happy Belated Birthday, Ianto
Chapter 477: Suspension - Sequel to ‘Act Of Mercy’
Chapter 478: Historic Moment
Chapter 479: At Long Last!
Chapter 480: Ianto Is Late!
Chapter 481: Harvest’s End
Chapter 482: Babysitting Blues
Chapter 483: Nightmares
Chapter 484: Unbelievable
Chapter 485: Rampage
Chapter 486: Withdrawal Symptoms
Chapter 487: Sock Trouble
Chapter 488: Tug Of War
Chapter 489: Earnshaw Strikes Again
Chapter 490: Bond In Cardiff
Chapter 491: Letters Home
Chapter 492: At A Standstill
Chapter 493: Requesting Supplies
Chapter 494: Puzzling Problem
Chapter 495: Ianto’s In Demand
Chapter 496: Hell On Earth
Chapter 497: Cupboard Hunt - Sequel to ‘Requesting Supplies’
Chapter 498: Cupboard Plans - Sequel to ‘Cupboard Hunt’
Chapter 499: A Cupboard Made For Two - Sequel to ‘Cupboard Plans’
Chapter 500: Like A Statue
Chapter 501: Five Thousand Years
Chapter 502: Wonderful News!
Chapter 503: Beware!
Chapter 504: Love Vs Lust
Chapter 505: Coming Unfluffed
Chapter 506: Road Closed
Chapter 507: Fences
Chapter 508: The Waist Land
Chapter 509: Sweet Annie
Chapter 510: Fairytale Wedding
Chapter 511: Overpowered
Chapter 512: An Unwelcome Sight
Chapter 513: Goodbye Town
Chapter 514: Owen And The Great Outdoors
Chapter 515: Barbecue Weather
Chapter 516: Priorities
Chapter 517: The Same Love
Chapter 518: Hindsight
Chapter 519: I Can See Clearly Now
Chapter 520: The Man
Chapter 521: Lashing Out
Chapter 522: Who Are You?
Chapter 523: Cardiff In Wartime
Chapter 524: Out Of Time
Chapter 525: Victorious
Chapter 526: Mud And Bother
Chapter 527: The Treasure Of The Deep – Sequel to ‘Mud And Bother’
Chapter 528: Catch Of The Day - Sequel to ‘The Treasure Of The Deep’
Chapter 529: Who Made A Bit Of A Splash? – Sequel to ‘Catch Of The Day’
Chapter 530: Holding On To Hope
Chapter 531: Buffet Lunch
Chapter 532: Radioactive
Chapter 533: The Pendant
Chapter 534: Squeezing In
Chapter 535: Smitten
Chapter 536: Birthday Girl
Chapter 537: Memories Of Katie
Chapter 538: Seeing Is Believing
Chapter 539: Life Goes On
Chapter 540: Blurred Lines
Chapter 541: Owen’s Plan
Chapter 542: Daydreaming
Chapter 543: Sentimental Value
Chapter 544: Guilt
Chapter 545: Snooping
Chapter 546: Something In The Dark
Chapter 547: Hot Stuff
Chapter 548: All Dressed Up
Chapter 549: The Monster
Chapter 550: Starless Night
Chapter 551: Finding Ianto
Chapter 552: Telling The Team - Sequel To ‘Wonderful News’
Chapter 553: Closing Down
Chapter 554: A Distant World
Chapter 555: Strange Morning
Chapter 556: Problem Solving Strategy - Sequel to ‘Strange Morning’
Chapter 557: Finding Clues – Sequel to ‘Problem Solving Strategy’
Chapter 558: Deductions – Sequel to ‘Finding Clues’
Chapter 559: Mystery Solved – Sequel to ‘Deductions’
Chapter 560: Failed
Chapter 561: Only In The Countryside!
Chapter 562: Mornings
Chapter 563: A Cunning Plan
Chapter 564: His Last Chance
Chapter 565: First Anniversary
Chapter 566: The Cookie Thief
Chapter 567: All That Glitters…
Chapter 568: Love Isn’t Blind
Chapter 569: Can't Hold Us
Chapter 570: A Soothing Sound
Chapter 571: Too Easy
Chapter 572: Climbing The Walls
Chapter 573: Trust Me
Chapter 574: Home Wreckers
Chapter 575: Truly, Madly, Bradley
Chapter 576: Finding Happiness
Chapter 577: Unprepared
Chapter 578: The Waif
Chapter 579: A Playmate For Nosy - Sequel to ‘The Waif’
Chapter 580: Adventures In Kitten Sitting - Sequel to ‘A Playmate For Nosy’
Chapter 581: A Quiet Drink
Chapter 582: Naughty Or Nice?
Chapter 583: Shakespearience
Chapter 584: A Bit Of A Snag…
Chapter 585: Covert Activities
Chapter 586: Stars
Chapter 587: Forever In Blue Jeans
Chapter 588: Caught Unawares - Sequel to ‘Forever In Blue Jeans’
Chapter 589: A Slight Emergency…
Chapter 590: Reflective Butterfly - Sequel To Chapter 171 - ‘Restrictive Butterfly’
Chapter 591: Snow And Tell - Sequel to ‘A Slight Emergency…’
Chapter 592: Jack In Wonderland
Chapter 593: A Fezzy Tale
Chapter 594: The Swarm
Chapter 595: Puzzling Pictures
Chapter 596: Jack’s Wheely Bad Day
Chapter 597: Christmas Cards
Chapter 598: Christmas In The Sun
Chapter 599: Torchwood On Ice
Chapter 600: Freak Accident
Chapter 601: Unexpected Visitors
Chapter 602: Happy Christmas
Chapter 603: Festival Of Trees
Chapter 604: A Traditional Boxing Day
Chapter 605: Tropical Vacation
Chapter 606: Communicative Butterfly – Sequel To ‘Reflective Butterfly’
Chapter 607: Supermarket Blues
Chapter 608: The Greener Option
Chapter 609: Stuffed
Chapter 610: Resolutions
Chapter 611: It Must Be Spring
Chapter 612: Too Much Of A Good Thing
Chapter 613: Starting Over
Chapter 614: Taking Over
Chapter 615: Earning Redemption
Chapter 616: A New Start
Chapter 617: A Chance To Fight Back
Chapter 618: Whoever She Wanted To Be
Chapter 619: Where There’s A Fluff, There’s A Way
Chapter 620: Position: Impossible
Chapter 621: Accidental Emergency
Chapter 622: Expecting
Chapter 623: The Worst Patient
Chapter 624: Visit From An Old Friend
Chapter 625: Interrupted
Chapter 626: Special Delivery
Chapter 627: What The Doctor Ordered
Chapter 628: Night Visit
Chapter 629: Reliving The Present
Chapter 630: Emergency Situation
Chapter 631: Final Anniversary
Chapter 632: Gwen’s Special Occasion
Chapter 633: Anniversary Scratched
Chapter 634: One Whole Year
Chapter 635: Official Commemoration
Chapter 636: Romantic Dinner
Chapter 637: Millennium Plus One
Chapter 638: A Time To Heal
Chapter 639: Unhappy Anniversary
Chapter 640: Change Of Plans
Chapter 641: Day Of Dread
Chapter 642: Forty Shades Of Green
Chapter 643: Support Your Local Dragons
Chapter 644: January 25th
Chapter 645: Mother’s Day
Chapter 646: Two Fathers’ Day
Chapter 647: Easter Sunday
Chapter 648: Transmuted
Chapter 649: Home Baking
Chapter 650: Frippery
Chapter 651: Festooned
Chapter 652: Useful Gift - Sequel to ‘Festooned’
Chapter 653: Fit To Be Tied – Sequel to ‘Useful Gift’
Chapter 654: Tied Up – Sequel to ‘Fit To Be Tied’
Chapter 655: Undone – Sequel to ‘Tied Up’
Chapter 656: Sweet Release – Sequel to ‘Undone’
Chapter 657: Untied – Sequel to ‘Sweet Release’
Chapter 658: Worms
Chapter 659: Not-Earth Worms – Sequel to ‘Worms’
Chapter 660: Fluff In A Huff
Chapter 661: Mystery Worm
Chapter 662: Ailing Alien
Chapter 663: Objections
Chapter 664: Out Of Sight
Chapter 665: Her Father’s Words
Chapter 666: No Hero
Chapter 667: Taste Test
Chapter 668: Punished
Chapter 669: Mistletoe Kisses
Chapter 670: Big Moment
Chapter 671: Wedded Bliss - Companion piece to ‘Big Moment’
Chapter 672: Bedtime
Chapter 673: Lip Service
Chapter 674: Red Sky
Chapter 675: Seeing Red
Chapter 676: Wielding A Red Pen
Chapter 677: Could Do Better - Sequel to ‘Wielding A Red Pen’
Chapter 678: Red Paint
Chapter 679: Flustered
Chapter 680: Souped Up
Chapter 681: What’s Red And Fluffy?
Chapter 682: Red Faced
Chapter 683: Warning
Chapter 684: Real Food
Chapter 685: Sacrifice
Chapter 686: Spotted
Chapter 687: Huntress
Chapter 688: A Cat’s Life
Chapter 689: Catty - Sequel to ‘A Cat’s Life’
Chapter 690: Licked - Sequel to ‘Catty’
Chapter 691: Friends - Sequel to ‘Licked’
Chapter 692: De-Clawed - Sequel to ‘Friends’
Chapter 693: Back To Normal? - Sequel to ‘De-Clawed’
Chapter 694: Just Desserts - Sequel to ‘Back To Normal?’
Chapter 695: Cat-napped
Chapter 696: Off The Menu
Chapter 697: Meat Dreams
Chapter 698: Doughnuts
Chapter 699: Night Off
Chapter 700: Helping Hands
Chapter 701: Unpleasant Discovery
Chapter 702: Home From The Fair
Chapter 703: Easter Surprise
Chapter 704: Hatching Like Rabbits – Sequel to ‘Easter Surprise’
Chapter 705: At The Source – Sequel to ‘Hatching Like Rabbits’
Chapter 706: Apprehended – Sequel to ‘At The Source’
Chapter 707: Not Quite Rabbits – Sequel to ‘Apprehended’
Chapter 708: Goodbye Bunnies – Sequel to ‘Not Quite Rabbits’
Chapter 709: Bunnymoon – Sequel to ‘Goodbye Bunnies’
Chapter 710: Jones, Ianto Jones
Chapter 711: Eternal Bond
Chapter 712: Being A Team
Chapter 713: Lucky Day
Chapter 714: Fluffology
Chapter 715: Family Bonding
Chapter 716: Fluff Bonding - Sequel to ‘Family Bonding’
Chapter 717: Solved!
Chapter 718: Watching Bond
Chapter 719: Bond Of Blood
Chapter 720: Scrambled
Chapter 721: Green Blues
Chapter 722: Budding Gardener
Chapter 723: Overgrown
Chapter 724: Get Well Soon
Chapter 725: Green Fluff
Chapter 726: Critters
Chapter 727: Timely Arrival
Chapter 728: In The Tub
Chapter 729: Spider-Man
Chapter 730: Spider-Man 2: Jack’s POV – Sequel to ‘Spider-Man’
Chapter 731: Spider-Man 3: Searching The Web – Sequel to ‘Spider-Man 2: Jack’s POV’
Chapter 732: Spider-Man 4: Jack’s Revenge - Sequel to ‘Spider-Man 3: Searching The Web’
Chapter 733: Spider-Man 5: Bedtime Blues - Sequel to ‘Spider-Man 4: Jack’s Revenge’
Chapter 734: Spider-Man 6: Acts Of Kindness - Sequel to ‘Spider-Man 5: Bedtime Blues’
Chapter 735: Spider-Man 7: Back To Jack - Sequel to ‘Spider-Man 6: Acts Of Kindness’
Chapter 736: Comfort Food
Chapter 737: Late Night Snack
Chapter 738: Easy As Pie…
Chapter 739: Rhubarb
Chapter 740: That Special Smile
Chapter 741: Worst Behaviour
Chapter 742: Rebuked
Chapter 743: Foot In Mouth: Jack - Sequel to ‘Rebuked’
Chapter 744: Suspicious Behaviour
Chapter 745: Blue
Chapter 746: Singing The Blues
Chapter 747: Not As Described
Chapter 748: Why Don’t We…?
Chapter 749: By A Shady Pool – Sequel to ‘Why Don’t We…?’
Chapter 750: Just Fishin’ - Sequel to ‘By A Shady Pool’
Chapter 751: I Got A Bite! - Sequel to Just Fishin’
Chapter 752: What’s The Catch? – Sequel to ‘I Got A Bite!’
Chapter 753: Dilemma – Sequel to ‘What’s The Catch?’
Chapter 754: Done Fishing – Sequel to ‘Dilemma’
Chapter 755: Piece Of Cake – Sequel to Ch. 738 - ‘Easy As Pie…’
Chapter 756: Bake Sale
Chapter 757: First Birthday
Chapter 758: Let Them Eat Cake – Sequel to ‘First Birthday’
Chapter 759: Sardines
Chapter 760: Technical Problems
Chapter 761: Live-In Help
Chapter 762: Contemplation
Chapter 763: Little Balls
Chapter 764: Hatchlings - Sequel to 'Little Balls'
Chapter 765: Mummy Ianto - Sequel to 'Hatchlings'
Chapter 766: Fledglings - Sequel to 'Mummy Ianto'
Chapter 767: Still Growing - Sequel to 'Fledglings'
Chapter 768: All Grown Up – Sequel to ‘Still Growing’
Chapter 769: Alley Encounter
Chapter 770: Janet Meets George
Chapter 771: Masked Bandit
Chapter 772: Weevil Welfare
Chapter 773: Odd One Out
Chapter 774: Improvising
Chapter 775: Gun Play – Sequel to ‘Improvising’
Chapter 776: Losing Herself
Chapter 777: New Recruit
Chapter 778: July Fourth
Chapter 779: Seeing The Stars
Chapter 780: Dress To Impress
Chapter 781: In The Dark
Chapter 782: Rainy Night
Chapter 783: Back At The Hub - Sequel to ‘Rainy Night’
Chapter 784: The New Pet - Sequel to ‘Back At The Hub’
Chapter 785: Party Aftermath
Chapter 786: Birthday Boy
Chapter 787: Jack's Choice
Chapter 788: The Scent Of A Ianto
Chapter 789: Chicken Story
Chapter 790: Loyal Friend
Chapter 791: A Life In Boxes
Chapter 792: Sorted
Chapter 793: Mysterious
Chapter 794: Unexpected Sight
Chapter 795: Planning Ahead – Sequel to ‘Unexpected Sight’
Chapter 796: Jack’s Request – Sequel to ‘Planning Ahead’
Chapter 797: Mystery Explained – Sequel to ‘Jack’s Request’
Chapter 798: Revenge
Chapter 799: Revenge, Fluff Style
Chapter 800: Ball Trouble
Chapter 801: Balls! – Part 1
Chapter 802: Balls! – Part 2
Chapter 803: Balls! – Part 3
Chapter 804: Balls! – Part 4
Chapter 805: Balls! – Part 5
Chapter 806: Balls! – Part 6
Chapter 807: Don’t Blink
Chapter 808: Blink – Part 1
Chapter 809: Blink – Part 2
Chapter 810: Blink – Part 3
Chapter 811: Early To Bed
Chapter 812: Sunrise Vigil
Chapter 813: For Love Of…
Chapter 814: First Loves
Chapter 815: Falling…
Chapter 816: …In Love – Sequel to ‘Falling…’
Chapter 817: Love Story
Chapter 818: Other Uses 1
Chapter 819: Other Uses 2
Chapter 820: Other Uses 3
Chapter 821: Missing Jack
Chapter 822: Gone Missing
Chapter 823: Missing Out
Chapter 824: Blanket Hog
Chapter 825: The Final Test
Chapter 826: A Big Step
Chapter 827: Another Big Step – Sequel to ‘A Big Step’
Chapter 828: Torn
Chapter 829: Unwanted
Chapter 830: Rejection Revenge
Chapter 831: Cornered
Chapter 832: No Escape
Chapter 833: White Dress Blues
Chapter 834: What To Wear?
Chapter 835: Surprising Jack
Chapter 836: Things That Matter
Chapter 837: New Perspective
Chapter 838: Inventive
Chapter 839: I Spy…
Chapter 840: Stay The Night
Chapter 841: Gwen’s Foot In Mouth
Chapter 842: Optimism
Chapter 843: Death Of An Agent
Chapter 844: Feeling Old
Chapter 845: Undimmed
Chapter 846: Bad Timing
Chapter 847: Dawn Chorus
Chapter 848: Shirking
Chapter 849: Trending
Chapter 850: All A-Twitter
Chapter 851: Aggravation
Chapter 852: Party Crashed
Chapter 853: Stag Do
Chapter 854: The Late Uncle
Chapter 855: Woeful Weevil
Chapter 856: In Sympathy
Chapter 857: Spotted Ianto
Chapter 858: Myf Spotted
Chapter 859: Christmas Gloom
Chapter 860: Empty Spaces
Chapter 861: Bare Walls
Chapter 862: All’s Bare – Sequel to ‘Bare Walls’
Chapter 863: Good Question
Chapter 864: Sauced
Chapter 865: Special Sauce
Chapter 866: Finishing Touch
Chapter 867: Boxing Day Cleanup – Part 1
Chapter 868: Boxing Day Cleanup – Part 2
Chapter 869: Boxing Day Cleanup – Part 3
Chapter 870: Boxing Day Cleanup – Part 4
Chapter 871: Rubbish!
Chapter 872: Unsurprised
Chapter 873: Cake Surprise
Chapter 874: Torchwood Life
Chapter 875: Surprising Ianto
Chapter 876: Surprised
Chapter 877: Surprise!
Chapter 878: Seeing Red Again
Chapter 879: In His Blood
Chapter 880: Useful Talents
Chapter 881: Overprotective
Chapter 882: Hard To Bear - Follows Ch. 159
Chapter 883: Unbearable - Follows Ch. 882
Chapter 884: Bear Hug - Sequel to ‘Unbearable’
Chapter 885: Bear No More - Sequel to ‘Bear Hug’
Chapter 886: A DI’s Tale – Part 1
Chapter 887: A DI’s Tale – Part 2
Chapter 888: A DI’s Tale – Part 3
Chapter 889: A DI’s Tale – Part 4
Chapter 890: A DI’s Tale – Part 5
Chapter 891: A DI’s Tale – Part 6
Chapter 892: A DI’s Tale – Part 7
Chapter 893: All Done Up
Chapter 894: Sweet Treats
Chapter 895: Middle-Aged
Chapter 896: Suitable Attire
Chapter 897: Anticipating
Chapter 898: Eyes
Chapter 899: Lost Or Strayed?
Chapter 900: Wandering Sock - Sequel to ‘Lost Or Strayed?’
Chapter 901: Sock Hunt - Sequel to ‘Wandering Sock’
Chapter 902: The Loneliness Of A Single Sock - Sequel to ‘Sock Hunt’
Chapter 903: Little Lost Sock - Sequel to ‘The Loneliness Of A Single Sock’
Chapter 904: A Pair Again - Sequel to ‘Little Lost Sock’
Chapter 905: Morning Sun
Chapter 906: Golden Ring
Chapter 907: Not Home
Chapter 908: Precious Metals
Chapter 909: Lovelorn
Chapter 910: Drifting Away
Chapter 911: Bitter Thoughts
Chapter 912: Head-Over-Heels
Chapter 913: Dinner Plans
Chapter 914: Out To Lunch
Chapter 915: Long Lunch
Chapter 916: Best In Town
Chapter 917: Leaping
Chapter 918: Leap Of Faith
Chapter 919: Possible Doom
Chapter 920: Unusual Suspect
Chapter 921: The Menagerie
Chapter 922: Guilty Conscience
Chapter 923: Easy Way Out
Chapter 924: Queuing
Chapter 925: Not The Usual
Chapter 926: Water
Chapter 927: Fair Warning
Chapter 928: Cool Idea
Chapter 929: Inappropriate
Chapter 930: Sausage Envy
Chapter 931: Seeking Release
Chapter 932: Finding Release – Sequel to ‘Seeking Release’
Chapter 933: Lost...
Chapter 934: …And Found – Sequel to ‘Lost…’
Chapter 935: Help Wanted
Chapter 936: Stowaway
Chapter 937: Confusing
Chapter 938: Hands
Chapter 939: The Right Spot
Chapter 940: Numbers
Chapter 941: Deca What?
Chapter 942: Seeing Double
Chapter 943: Which Is Which? – Sequel to ‘Seeing Double’
Chapter 944: Speculations - Sequel to ‘Which Is Which?’
Chapter 945: Strategy – Sequel to ‘Speculations’
Chapter 946: Time To Go – Sequel to ‘Strategy’
Chapter 947: Resuming Normality - Sequel to ‘Time To Go’
Chapter 948: Training Myf
Chapter 949: Jack’s Idea
Chapter 950: Ambitious Plan – Sequel to ‘Jack’s Idea’
Chapter 951: Try, And Try Again – Sequel to ‘Ambitious Plan’
Chapter 952: Hula-la – Sequel to ‘Try, And Try Again’
Chapter 953: Conceding Defeat - Sequel to ‘Hula-la’
Chapter 954: Gwen’s Question
Chapter 955: Jack’s Style
Chapter 956: How Many More?
Chapter 957: UNIT Ianto
Chapter 958: Growth Spurt
Chapter 959: Bad Idea
Chapter 960: Overgrowth
Chapter 961: Stunted Growth
Chapter 962: Not Just For Mums
Chapter 963: Mother’s Day Plans
Chapter 964: Surrogate Mum
Chapter 965: Mister Mum
Chapter 966: RSVP
Chapter 967: Nostalgic Mood
Chapter 968: Outside Influence
Chapter 969: Glass Half Full
Chapter 970: Out Of Character
Chapter 971: Wild Bunch
Chapter 972: Beware Of The…
Chapter 973: Wild Thing
Chapter 974: Grow Your Own – Part 1
Chapter 975: Grow Your Own – Part 2
Chapter 976: Grow Your Own – Part 3
Chapter 977: Grow Your Own – Part 4
Chapter 978: Can’t Resist
Chapter 979: Weird Noises
Chapter 980: Fat Flufflet
Chapter 981: Time To Diet
Chapter 982: Specialised Diet
Chapter 983: Perspective
Chapter 984: A Long Wait
Chapter 985: Another Birthday
Chapter 986: Milestones
Chapter 987: Unhelpful
Chapter 988: Weather Woes
Chapter 989: Summer Cold
Chapter 990: Under The Weather
Chapter 991: Night Frost
Chapter 992: Never Happy
Chapter 993: One Dark And Stormy Night…
Chapter 994: Oh, Jack! – Sequel to ‘One Dark And Stormy Night…’
Chapter 995: At The Hub – Sequel to ‘Oh, Jack!’
Chapter 996: What Happened? – Sequel to ‘At The Hub’
Chapter 997: Plan Of Action – Sequel to ‘What Happened?’
Chapter 998: Jack’s Back – Sequel to ‘Plan Of Action’
Chapter 999: Uh Oh!
Chapter 1000: Good Excuse
Chapter 1001: Spectacle
Chapter 1002: The Boeshane Way
Chapter 1003: Well Hidden
Chapter 1004: Gone
Chapter 1005: Not Lost
Chapter 1006: The Thing
Chapter 1007: Remorseful
Chapter 1008: Eternal Remorse
Chapter 1009: Slippery
Chapter 1010: Regrets
Chapter 1011: Cake Thief
Chapter 1012: Being The Boss
Chapter 1013: Family Gifts
Chapter 1014: Hard To Choose
Chapter 1015: Mystery Gifts
Chapter 1016: Still No Decision – Sequel to ‘Hard To Choose’
Chapter 1017: The Ideal Gift – Sequel to ‘Still No Decision’
Chapter 1018: On Their Way – Sequel to ‘The Ideal Gift’
Chapter 1019: The Gift That Keeps On Giving – Sequel to ‘On Their Way’
Chapter 1020: Murphy’s Law
Chapter 1021: Soggy Situation
Chapter 1022: Ordinary Copper
Chapter 1023: Curious Collection
Chapter 1024: Police Protection
Chapter 1025: Rift Rain
Chapter 1026: Good Samaritan
Chapter 1027: Rough Road
Chapter 1028: Rough Sex
Chapter 1029: Local Attractions
Chapter 1030: Assistance Welcome
Chapter 1031: With A Bump
Chapter 1032: Dangerous Job
Chapter 1033: Get A Grip!
Chapter 1034: D I Why?
Chapter 1035: Im-Patient
Chapter 1036: Wide Open Spaces
Chapter 1037: View From A Hill
Chapter 1038: Cardiff’s Superhero
Chapter 1039: Sidekick Or Hero? - Sequel to ‘Cardiff’s Superhero’
Chapter 1040: The Name Game - Sequel to ‘’Sidekick Or Hero?’
Chapter 1041: Naming Owen - Sequel to ‘The Superhero Name Game’
Chapter 1042: The Last One - Sequel to ‘Naming Owen’
Chapter 1043: Quite A Team – Sequel to ‘The Last One’
Chapter 1044: Day Or Night?
Chapter 1045: Horrific News
Chapter 1046: Going Holmes
Chapter 1047: Junior Genius
Chapter 1048: Stalking Prey
Chapter 1049: Not Alone
Chapter 1050: A Tricky Problem
Chapter 1051: Eye Spy
Chapter 1052: After The Battle
Chapter 1053: Seeking Refuge
Chapter 1054: Vigil
Chapter 1055: Worrying Silence
Chapter 1056: Useful Tool
Chapter 1057: Falling Hero
Chapter 1058: Poor Dizzy
Chapter 1059: Wild Ride
Chapter 1060: What’s This?
Chapter 1061: Use Your Loaf
Chapter 1062: The First Slice
Chapter 1063: Eat And Run
Chapter 1064: Value Is Relative
Chapter 1065: Precious Memento
Chapter 1066: What Money Can’t Buy
Chapter 1067: Precious Things
Chapter 1068: Expendable
Chapter 1069: Decoy – Sequel to ‘Expendable’
Chapter 1070: One Shot - Sequel to ‘Decoy’
Chapter 1071: Boom! - Sequel to ‘One Shot’
Chapter 1072: Alarming Discovery - Prequel to ‘Late Return’
Chapter 1073: Belated Realisation – Sequel to ‘After Hours Visit’
Chapter 1074: Stunning!
Chapter 1075: Halloween Fright
Chapter 1076: Pumpkin Contest
Chapter 1077: Predicament
Chapter 1078: The Weirdest Thing
Chapter 1079: Saved
Chapter 1080: Dinner Date
Chapter 1081: Arrested
Chapter 1082: Double Trouble
Chapter 1083: Perfect Casting
Chapter 1084: Looking In
Chapter 1085: High Rise
Chapter 1086: Companions
Chapter 1087: Mountaineer
Chapter 1088: Dexterous
Chapter 1089: Plum Unlucky
Chapter 1090: Jack Of Some Trades
Chapter 1091: A Slight Hitch
Chapter 1092: Always Hungry
Chapter 1093: Learning
Chapter 1094: Surfeit
Chapter 1095: Handy Hoix
Chapter 1096: Job Offer
Chapter 1097: Easy Option
Chapter 1098: Eclectic
Chapter 1099: What’s Cooking?
Chapter 1100: Beware Of The Cook
Chapter 1101: Bad Jack! – Sequel to ‘Beware Of The Cook’
Chapter 1102: Hazardous Hunt – Part 1
Chapter 1103: Hazardous Hunt – Part 2
Chapter 1104: Hazardous Hunt – Part 3
Chapter 1105: Hazardous Hunt – Part 4
Chapter 1106: Bad Hair Day
Chapter 1107: Interlude
Chapter 1108: Prettied Up
Chapter 1109: Little Fingers
Chapter 1110: Not Our Problem
Chapter 1111: London Bound
Chapter 1112: Weekend Away
Chapter 1113: Cancellation
Chapter 1114: Way Down Deep
Chapter 1115: Memories Of Estelle
Chapter 1116: Undersea World
Chapter 1117: In The Marshes
Chapter 1118: Bittersweet Find
Chapter 1119: Found
Chapter 1120: Driving Ban
Chapter 1121: Too Many Keys
Chapter 1122: Size Matters
Chapter 1123: Oversized
Chapter 1124: Workplace Hazard
Chapter 1125: A Matter Of Scale
Chapter 1126: Don’t Try Again - Coda to ‘A Matter Of Scale’
Chapter 1127: The Club
Chapter 1128: Mind Your Language
Chapter 1129: Bad Move
Chapter 1130: Toned
Chapter 1131: In A State
Chapter 1132: Dirty Work
Chapter 1133: Safe And Warm
Chapter 1134: A Dirty Business
Chapter 1135: Mucky Pup
Chapter 1136: Hair Raising
Chapter 1137: Jones The Red
Chapter 1138: Fuzzy
Chapter 1139: A Hairy Problem
Chapter 1140: Finding A Smile
Chapter 1141: Not A Pretty Sight
Chapter 1142: Public Vs. Private
Chapter 1143: Caught
Chapter 1144: Barefoot And Pregnant
Chapter 1145: Empty House
Chapter 1146: Being Grown Up
Chapter 1147: Bored
Chapter 1148: Hollow
Chapter 1149: Where’s Jack?
Chapter 1150: Public Service
Chapter 1151: Don’t Ask
Chapter 1152: A Safe Place
Chapter 1153: Rhys’ Revelation
Chapter 1154: Protectors
Chapter 1155: Prior Experience
Chapter 1156: Eye Opener
Chapter 1157: Final Polish
Chapter 1158: Shiny Leather
Chapter 1159: On Display
Chapter 1160: Worth Staring At - Sequel to ‘On Display’
Chapter 1161: Beneath The Stars
Chapter 1162: Fluff Heaven
Chapter 1163: Alien Spotting
Chapter 1164: Aliens Only
Chapter 1165: Deserved
Chapter 1166: Deep Underground
Chapter 1167: Underground Lair
Chapter 1168: Giddy
Chapter 1169: Perfect Weather
Chapter 1170: Spring Storm
Chapter 1171: Into The Wilds
Chapter 1172: Not Quite Everything
Chapter 1173: Unimpressed
Chapter 1174: Simple Pleasures
Chapter 1175: More To See
Chapter 1176: Sleepless
Chapter 1177: Thrilling
Chapter 1178: Driving Practice
Chapter 1179: Aromatic
Chapter 1180: Fearsome Creature
Chapter 1181: Unexpected Hazard
Chapter 1182: Dumb Question
Chapter 1183: In The Line Of Duty
Chapter 1184: A Sorry Tail
Chapter 1185: Amazing!
Chapter 1186: Elegance
Chapter 1187: Practical
Chapter 1188: The Leather Look
Chapter 1189: Cause For Concern
Chapter 1190: Uncomfortable
Chapter 1191: Comforter
Chapter 1192: Awkward
Chapter 1193: Memento Mori
Chapter 1194: Un-balanced
Chapter 1195: Found Guilty
Chapter 1196: Perfect Picture
Chapter 1197: Multitalented
Chapter 1198: Vital Skill
Chapter 1199: Team Medic
Chapter 1200: Today’s Lesson
Chapter 1201: Healthy Diet
Chapter 1202: Refined Tastes
Chapter 1203: Sobering Sight
Chapter 1204: Sore
Chapter 1205: Choc Shock
Chapter 1206: Addicts
Chapter 1207: Serendipity
Chapter 1208: Truffled
Chapter 1209: First Sip
Chapter 1210: Unfair Advantage
Chapter 1211: Driven
Chapter 1212: Again?
Chapter 1213: Rushed
Chapter 1214: Backbreaking Work
Chapter 1215: The Late Dr Harper
Chapter 1216: Baked Goodies
Chapter 1217: Safe And Sound
Chapter 1218: Horrible Sight
Chapter 1219: Genius At Work
Chapter 1220: A Matter Of Opinion
Chapter 1221: Just A Shower
Chapter 1222: Messy Eater
Chapter 1223: Success
Chapter 1224: Wet Weather Gear
Chapter 1225: Preparations
Chapter 1226: Fluffy Bundle
Chapter 1227: Suggestion
Chapter 1228: Bundle Of Joy
Chapter 1229: Cooked
Chapter 1230: Headache Cure
Chapter 1231: Soother
Chapter 1232: Brewing Up
Chapter 1233: Fly Me Home
Chapter 1234: Substitute
Chapter 1235: Being A Friend
Chapter 1236: A Girl’s Best Friend
Chapter 1237: Breakable
Chapter 1238: Advantage, Jack
Chapter 1239: Flexercise
Chapter 1240: Bendy
Chapter 1241: Beauty First
Chapter 1242: Muddied Up
Chapter 1243: Glorious Mud
Chapter 1244: Be Prepared
Chapter 1245: Backlog
Chapter 1246: News Hound
Chapter 1247: Team Torchwood
Chapter 1248: New Life
Chapter 1249: Fever!
Chapter 1250: Hot Or Not
Chapter 1251: Unwanted Gift
Chapter 1252: Overheating
Chapter 1253: Pheromones
Chapter 1254: Ashamed
Chapter 1255: Attractive
Chapter 1256: Slugged
Chapter 1257: Rebellion
Chapter 1258: Failed Repair
Chapter 1259: Point Of View
Chapter 1260: Stuck
Chapter 1261: Found Gilty
Chapter 1262: Alien Customs
Chapter 1263: Traitor
Chapter 1264: Strange Behaviour
Chapter 1265: Proof Of Guilt
Chapter 1266: New Trick
Chapter 1267: Being Polite
Chapter 1268: Dessert
Chapter 1269: Up High
Chapter 1270: The Archives
Chapter 1271: Tosh’s Predicament
Chapter 1272: Cheering Up
Chapter 1273: Not To Blame
Chapter 1274: Motivated
Chapter 1275: Skilled Opponent
Chapter 1276: Faded
Chapter 1277: Silent Longing
Chapter 1278: Destiny Or Chance?
Chapter 1279: Eternity
Chapter 1280: Silly Question
Chapter 1281: Incarcerated
Chapter 1282: Burden Of Guilt
Chapter 1283: Prisoners
Chapter 1284: Convicted
Chapter 1285: Pursuit
Chapter 1286: Tracking
Chapter 1287: Hiking
Chapter 1288: Romping
Chapter 1289: A Matter Of Degree
Chapter 1290: The Hard Way
Chapter 1291: Insulted
Chapter 1292: Supersized
Chapter 1293: Cookies
Chapter 1294: Confusing Creature
Chapter 1295: Two Of Everything
Chapter 1296: Jacks
Chapter 1297: Sharing The Fun
Chapter 1298: Odd Sounds
Chapter 1299: Visitor
Chapter 1300: Springy
Chapter 1301: Spoilsport
Chapter 1302: Proposition
Chapter 1303: Swinging
Chapter 1304: Communication Fail
Chapter 1305: Coffee
Chapter 1306: Jack’s Touch
Chapter 1307: Vengeance
Chapter 1308: Home Again
Chapter 1309: Pungent
Chapter 1310: Something Strong
Chapter 1311: Alcohol
Chapter 1312: Rescue
Chapter 1313: Biscuits
Chapter 1314: Impatience
Chapter 1315: Alone
Chapter 1316: Fair’s Fair
Chapter 1317: The Horror!
Chapter 1318: Watching
Chapter 1319: Failed Chase
Chapter 1320: Breathless
Chapter 1321: Out Of Luck
Chapter 1322: Bad Weather
Chapter 1323: Christmas Morning
Chapter 1324: Story Time
Chapter 1325: Tosh’s Plans
Chapter 1326: New Year’s Eve Plans
Chapter 1327: A New Year
Chapter 1328: Celebrating
Chapter 1329: To Live For
Chapter 1330: Deep Down
Chapter 1331: In The Depths
Chapter 1332: A Close Shave
Chapter 1333: A Better Life
Chapter 1334: Overconfidence
Chapter 1335: A Hard Life
Chapter 1336: Hard Task
Chapter 1337: Dinner Invite
Chapter 1338: Question
Chapter 1339: Day Off
Chapter 1340: Reasons
Chapter 1341: Isn’t It Romantic
Chapter 1342: Unseasonable
Chapter 1343: Safe At Home
Chapter 1344: Last Taste Of Paradise
Chapter 1345: Information Control
Chapter 1346: Access Denied
Chapter 1347: Easy Answer
Chapter 1348: Unauthorized
Chapter 1349: Valentine Date
Chapter 1350: Valentine Plans
Chapter 1351: A Bit Of Romance
Chapter 1352: Valentine Love
Chapter 1353: Formalities
Chapter 1354: Bad Words
Chapter 1355: Impressive
Chapter 1356: Immovable
Chapter 1357: Interference
Chapter 1358: Adaptation
Chapter 1359: After Dark
Chapter 1360: Too Bright
Chapter 1361: Out Of Range
Chapter 1362: On Two Wheels
Chapter 1363: Summoned
Chapter 1364: Foolproof Plan
Chapter 1365: Lost Treasure
Chapter 1366: Sparkly Things
Chapter 1367: Snowy Morning
Chapter 1368: Treasure
Chapter 1369: In Trouble
Chapter 1370: Not A Hoax
Chapter 1371: Monsters Are Real
Chapter 1372: Valueless
Chapter 1373: Worth A Fortune
Chapter 1374: Lesson Learned
Chapter 1375: Trade Goods
Chapter 1376: Things
Chapter 1377: Fruits Of Boredom
Chapter 1378: The New Hire
Chapter 1379: Mugger
Chapter 1380: Shockproof
Chapter 1381: Late For Dinner
Chapter 1382: Act First
Chapter 1383: Sorry Sight
Chapter 1384: Reunited
Chapter 1385: Kid Essentials
Chapter 1386: Misinformation
Chapter 1387: Possessed
Chapter 1388: Daft Question
Chapter 1389: Acts Of Kindness
Chapter 1390: Being Sociable
Chapter 1391: Stray
Chapter 1392: Birthday Surprise
Chapter 1393: Feed Me!
Chapter 1394: Fishing
Chapter 1395: More Problems
Chapter 1396: Homemade
Chapter 1397: Rush Hour
Chapter 1398: Stuck Tight
Chapter 1399: Jammed
Chapter 1400: Special Order
Chapter 1401: The Usual
Chapter 1402: Impostor
Chapter 1403: Puzzled
Chapter 1404: Noticing
Chapter 1405: Important
Chapter 1406: Secret
Chapter 1407: Obedience
Chapter 1408: Hair Erasing
Chapter 1409: Cosplay
Chapter 1410: Wrapped Up Warm
Chapter 1411: Captured
Chapter 1412: Chocolate Addict
Chapter 1413: Comforting
Chapter 1414: Spoiled
Chapter 1415: Summer Night
Chapter 1416: Above Average
Chapter 1417: Description
Chapter 1418: Infuriating
Chapter 1419: Average Day
Chapter 1420: Head Case
Chapter 1421: Clever Answer
Chapter 1422: New Skill
Chapter 1423: Not Fooled
Chapter 1424: Indignity
Chapter 1425: Duty Calls
Chapter 1426: Rules
Chapter 1427: Push!
Chapter 1428: Outward Bound
Chapter 1429: Speedy
Chapter 1430: Idea
Chapter 1431: What A Mess
Chapter 1432: Cheeky
Chapter 1433: Distraction
Chapter 1434: Educational
Chapter 1435: Ruined
Chapter 1436: Literary Endeavours
Chapter 1437: Broody
Chapter 1438: Takeaway
Chapter 1439: Favourite Creature
Chapter 1440: Ideal Weather
Chapter 1441: Detected
Chapter 1442: Provider
Chapter 1443: Incursion
Chapter 1444: Eye-Catching
Chapter 1445: Big Is Better
Chapter 1446: Bugged
Chapter 1447: Getting Buzzy
Chapter 1448: Relaxing
Chapter 1449: Special Friend
Chapter 1450: A Slight Snag
Chapter 1451: Squishy
Chapter 1452: Squeeze
Chapter 1453: Understanding
Chapter 1454: Little Pest
Chapter 1455: Necessary
Chapter 1456: Serious Problem
Chapter 1457: Nurse Jones
Chapter 1458: Sneezed Off
Chapter 1459: Left Out
Chapter 1460: Reaction
Chapter 1461: Dangerous Creature
Chapter 1462: Wrong Impression
Chapter 1463: New Species
Chapter 1464: I Got Stripes
Chapter 1465: Special Surprise
Chapter 1466: Unlucky Day
Chapter 1467: Something Good
Chapter 1468: Best Friend
Chapter 1469: Attitudes
Chapter 1470: Safety
Chapter 1471: Owen’s Surprise
Chapter 1472: Close Call
Chapter 1473: Team Bonding
Chapter 1474: Ten Minutes
Chapter 1475: First Date
Chapter 1476: Invitation
Chapter 1477: Heavy Lifting
Chapter 1478: Early Call
Chapter 1479: Upstaged
Chapter 1480: Handy Device
Chapter 1481: Trouble
Chapter 1482: Morning
Chapter 1483: Early Hours
Chapter 1484: Emergency
Chapter 1485: Safety Measures
Chapter 1486: Sanctuary
Chapter 1487: Messy Job
Chapter 1488: Shocking
Chapter 1489: Doubts
Chapter 1490: Fancy That
Chapter 1491: No Mystery
Chapter 1492: Name Of The Game
Chapter 1493: Injured
Chapter 1494: Accidents Happen
Chapter 1495: Fixing It
Chapter 1496: Alienated
Chapter 1497: Working Hours
Chapter 1498: Sleep Deprived
Chapter 1499: For The Thrill
Chapter 1500: Cosy
Chapter 1501: Babysnatcher
Chapter 1502: Loser
Chapter 1503: System Failure
Chapter 1504: Monster Mistake
Chapter 1505: Revealed
Chapter 1506: Picture This
Chapter 1507: Picture Perfect
Chapter 1508: Family Photos
Chapter 1509: By Moonlight
Chapter 1510: Instant Karma
Chapter 1511: Junk
Chapter 1512: Misstep
Chapter 1513: Unsettling
Chapter 1514: Sneaking In
Chapter 1515: Watchers
Chapter 1516: Ianto-Watching
Chapter 1517: Drowning
Chapter 1518: Elusive Treat
Chapter 1519: Dinner For One
Chapter 1520: Frustration
Chapter 1521: Which Way?
Chapter 1522: Experiment
Chapter 1523: Uncharted
Chapter 1524: Search Party
Chapter 1525: Dreary Weather
Chapter 1526: A Welcome Change
Chapter 1527: Failed Attempt
Chapter 1528: Merry And Bright
Chapter 1529: Equality
Chapter 1530: Weevil Biology
Chapter 1531: New Parent
Chapter 1532: First Scan
Chapter 1533: Urgent Mission
Chapter 1534: Bizarre Bazaar
Chapter 1535: Early Start
Chapter 1536: Shopping Spree
Chapter 1537: Indecision
Chapter 1538: Irresistible
Chapter 1539: Harmful
Chapter 1540: Too Honest
Chapter 1541: Horrifying
Chapter 1542: First Taste
Chapter 1543: Famous Last Words
Chapter 1544: Misread
Chapter 1545: Language Barrier
Chapter 1546: Mechanical Problems
Chapter 1547: Who’s To Blame?
Chapter 1548: Misadventure
Chapter 1549: Morning Reverie
Chapter 1550: Party Paused
Chapter 1551: Perfect Choice
Chapter 1552: Winter Beauty
Chapter 1553: Scary
Chapter 1554: The Climb
Chapter 1555: Floral Friction
Chapter 1556: Lopsided
Chapter 1557: Inconspicuous
Chapter 1558: The Right Place
Chapter 1559: Bonsai
Chapter 1560: Blending In
Chapter 1561: Stolen Property
Chapter 1562: Criminal Behaviour
Chapter 1563: Thief
Chapter 1564: Ripe For Picking
Chapter 1565: Failure
Chapter 1566: The Blob
Chapter 1567: Rescue Mission
Chapter 1568: Strange Visit
Chapter 1569: Ultimatum
Chapter 1570: Rebuilding
Chapter 1571: Tidying Up
Chapter 1572: Only Four
Chapter 1573: First Valentine’s
Chapter 1574: Statement
Chapter 1575: Unfounded Jealousy
Chapter 1576: Lemonade
Chapter 1577: Special Occasion
Chapter 1578: Loss
Chapter 1579: Ageless
Chapter 1580: Free Admission
Chapter 1581: Unpredictable
Chapter 1582: Perfect Morning
Chapter 1583: Excuses
Chapter 1584: Typical
Chapter 1585: Cutting In
Chapter 1586: First Dance
Chapter 1587: Insulting
Chapter 1588: Life’s A Beach
Chapter 1589: Thawing Out
Chapter 1590: Not Frilled
Chapter 1591: Tripped
Chapter 1592: Getting Ready
Chapter 1593: Bearing Up
Chapter 1594: Why?
Chapter 1595: Bad Mood
Chapter 1596: Easter Treat
Chapter 1597: Human Nature
Chapter 1598: Enjoying Nature
Chapter 1599: Doing Her Job
Chapter 1600: Alien Behaviour
Chapter 1601: Weevil Hunting
Chapter 1602: Errands
Chapter 1603: Like A Dream
Chapter 1604: Dangerous Driver
Chapter 1605: So Many Regrets
Chapter 1606: Dead Again
Chapter 1607: Mistake
Chapter 1608: Unsuitable
Chapter 1609: Overworked
Chapter 1610: Extremes
Chapter 1611: Generous Offer
Chapter 1612: Alternatives
Chapter 1613: Unsteady
Chapter 1614: Hypnotic
Chapter 1615: City Boy
Chapter 1616: Peculiar Thing
Chapter 1617: Aches
Chapter 1618: Danger!
Chapter 1619: Overindulgence
Chapter 1620: Hair Care
Chapter 1621: Drawn
Chapter 1622: Rude Awakening
Chapter 1623: Confined
Chapter 1624: Morning Ritual
Chapter 1625: Significant Date
Chapter 1626: Helping
Chapter 1627: Owen’s Mistake
Chapter 1628: Surprise Guest
Chapter 1629: Unappreciated
Chapter 1630: Wrong Turn
Chapter 1631: Careless
Chapter 1632: On No!
Chapter 1633: Faith
Chapter 1634: Believing
Chapter 1635: Loss Of Faith
Chapter 1636: Confidence
Chapter 1637: Daunting Task
Chapter 1638: Useful
Chapter 1639: Mystery Gift
Chapter 1640: Who Needs Labels?
Chapter 1641: Traveller
Chapter 1642: For Luck
Chapter 1643: Potential
Chapter 1644: Distracting
Chapter 1645: Insensitive
Chapter 1646: Open Minds
Chapter 1647: Full Of Himself
Chapter 1648: Surrogate Servant
Chapter 1649: Close Friends
Chapter 1650: Nature’s Beauty
Chapter 1651: Common Ground
Chapter 1652: Reunion
Chapter 1653: Ticketed
Chapter 1654: Startled
Chapter 1655: Geek Speak
Chapter 1656: Unidentified Object
Chapter 1657: Slippery Problem
Chapter 1658: Memory Lapse
Chapter 1659: Slip Up
Chapter 1660: Slip Sliding
Chapter 1661: Next Generation
Chapter 1662: Busybody
Chapter 1663: Purloined
Chapter 1664: Immobilised
Chapter 1665: Birthday Gift
Chapter 1666: Giving In
Chapter 1667: Domesticated
Chapter 1668: Fur Ianto
Chapter 1669: Stupid Accident Part 1
Chapter 1670: Stupid Accident Part 2/2
Chapter 1671: Delivery
Chapter 1672: Band Of Gold
Chapter 1673: State Visit
Chapter 1674: Surprise Assignment
Chapter 1675: Her Ideal Job
Chapter 1676: Request Denied
Chapter 1677: Worn Out
Chapter 1678: Unexpected
Chapter 1679: Late Again
Chapter 1680: Late Night Call
Chapter 1681: Absurd
Chapter 1682: Adventures
Chapter 1683: Spacious
Chapter 1684: Dreams Of Space
Chapter 1685: Important Things
Chapter 1686: Favouritism
Chapter 1687: Far From Normal
Chapter 1688: Undecided
Chapter 1689: Tenses
Chapter 1690: Aching
Chapter 1691: Relieving Tension
Chapter 1692: TLC
Chapter 1693: Out Among The Stars
Chapter 1694: Full Of Wonders
Chapter 1695: Outdoors
Chapter 1696: Watching Ianto
Chapter 1697: Battle Lines
Chapter 1698: Weevil Attack
Chapter 1699: Raiders
Chapter 1700: Price Of Crime
Chapter 1701: Heroic Rescue
Chapter 1702: Not Good…
Chapter 1703: Hoarder
Chapter 1704: Assisting Owen
Chapter 1705: Effective
Chapter 1706: Not Fun
Chapter 1707: Owen All Over
Chapter 1708: State Of Undress
Chapter 1709: Determination
Chapter 1710: Feeling Weird
Chapter 1711: Sizable Problem
Chapter 1712: Weird Aliens
Chapter 1713: Proud Moment
Chapter 1714: Opinions
Chapter 1715: Taking Pride
Chapter 1716: Cardiff Pride
Chapter 1717: Willing Helpers
Chapter 1718: Misdiagnosis
Chapter 1719: Out And About
Chapter 1720: That’s Entertainment
Chapter 1721: Useful Stuff
Chapter 1722: Lucky Find
Chapter 1723: Unwelcome Task - Sequel to ‘Lucky Find’
Chapter 1724: Wired
Chapter 1725: Corrections
Chapter 1726: Embarrassing Error
Chapter 1727: Unintentional
Chapter 1728: Honest Mistake
Chapter 1729: Ground Rules
Chapter 1730: Old-Style
Chapter 1731: Future Tech
Chapter 1732: Centrepiece
Chapter 1733: Helpers
Chapter 1734: Taste Sensation
Chapter 1735: Snuggling
Chapter 1736: Not Dead
Chapter 1737: Christmas Moods
Chapter 1738: Act Of Friendship
Chapter 1739: Rained Off
Chapter 1740: Return Of Coat
Chapter 1741: Automatic
Chapter 1742: Bad Habits
Chapter 1743: Realisation
Chapter 1744: Nervous Habit
Chapter 1745: Tall Story
Chapter 1746: Flying Free
Chapter 1747: Encounter
Chapter 1748: Quick Change
Chapter 1749: Demanding
Chapter 1750: Yuk
Chapter 1751: Help Needed
Chapter 1752: Annoying
Chapter 1753: Learning Curve
Chapter 1754: Learning The Ropes
Chapter 1755: Disobeying Orders
Chapter 1756: Bribery
Chapter 1757: Unforeseen Danger
Chapter 1758: Browsing
Chapter 1759: Misfire
Chapter 1760: Mission Accomplished
Chapter 1761: Important Task
Chapter 1762: Double The Trouble
Chapter 1763: Fright
Chapter 1764: Holy Error
Chapter 1765: Rooftops
Chapter 1766: Safe Haven
Chapter 1767: Seeking Shelter
Chapter 1768: Huddling
Chapter 1769: Pleasing Jack
Chapter 1770: Immortality
Chapter 1771: Quick Fix
Chapter 1772: Perilous Paper
Chapter 1773: The Champ
Chapter 1774: Duel
Chapter 1775: Changes
Chapter 1776: Danger, UXB
Chapter 1777: Hiding Place
Chapter 1778: Miles Away
Chapter 1779: Shared Empathy
Chapter 1780: All In One
Chapter 1781: First Task
Chapter 1782: Problem
Chapter 1783: Monumental Task
Chapter 1784: Hands Off
Chapter 1785: Something Worse
Chapter 1786: Holy Terrors
Chapter 1787: Disaster
Chapter 1788: Eerie
Chapter 1789: Disturbing
Chapter 1790: Painful Plight
Chapter 1791: Doctor’s Orders
Chapter 1792: Disappointment
Chapter 1793: Blessed
Chapter 1794: The Letter
Chapter 1795: Precious
Chapter 1796: Bidding War
Chapter 1797: General Support
Chapter 1798: Forget Him
Chapter 1799: Adam
Chapter 1800: Stealthy
Chapter 1801: Warmth Gone Cold
Chapter 1802: Mastering Mechanics
Chapter 1803: Out Of His Depth
Chapter 1804: Space Mechanics 101
Chapter 1805: Denied Entry
Chapter 1806: Weevil Woe
Chapter 1807: Bad Reaction
Chapter 1808: Worse Than Death
Chapter 1809: First Impressions
Chapter 1810: Starting Afresh
Chapter 1811: New Girl
Chapter 1812: Impressive Views
Chapter 1813: Finesse
Chapter 1814: To The Rescue
Chapter 1815: Instant Payback
Chapter 1816: Uncoordinated
Chapter 1817: Braced
Chapter 1818: Tight Fit
Chapter 1819: Dressing Owen
Chapter 1820: Out Of Bounds
Chapter 1821: Interesting Effect
Chapter 1822: Property Damage
Chapter 1823: Torture
Chapter 1824: Exciting Find
Chapter 1825: Bitter Taste
Chapter 1826: Defeated
Chapter 1827: Not Giving Up
Chapter 1828: Victory From Defeat
Chapter 1829: In Control
Chapter 1830: Temporary Lull
Chapter 1831: Weird Occurrence
Chapter 1832: Soothing Influence
Chapter 1833: Sports Day
Chapter 1834: Grand Event
Chapter 1835: Pride Day
Chapter 1836: Monumental
Chapter 1837: Added Extras
Chapter 1838: Believable Excuse
Chapter 1839: Denial
Chapter 1840: Harebrained
Chapter 1841: Sharing Knowledge
Chapter 1842: Novel Experience
Chapter 1843: Doubt And Fear
Chapter 1844: Disagreement
Chapter 1845: Universal Language
Chapter 1846: Fluff Comfort
Chapter 1847: Newbie
Chapter 1848: Mishap
Chapter 1849: Awkward Meeting
Chapter 1850: Kindness
Chapter 1851: First Encounter
Chapter 1852: Good To Have Friends
Chapter 1853: On The Mend
Chapter 1854: The Fixer
Chapter 1855: Nosy’s Problem
Chapter 1856: Coat Care
Chapter 1857: Worried Parents
Chapter 1858: Race Against Time
Chapter 1859: Complaints
Chapter 1860: Brainwave
Chapter 1861: Promise Made
Chapter 1862: Incompatible
Chapter 1863: Lucky Break
Chapter 1864: Unlucky Break
Chapter 1865: Belonging
Chapter 1866: The Chase
Chapter 1867: Disillusioned
Chapter 1868: Eyesore
Chapter 1869: Sniffed Out
Chapter 1870: Sending Help
Chapter 1871: Error
Chapter 1872: Steadfast
Chapter 1873: Uncaring
Chapter 1874: Alien
Chapter 1875: Time To Change
Chapter 1876: Facing The Truth
Chapter 1877: Forgiving
Chapter 1878: Handling Jack
Chapter 1879: Weevil Wrangling
Chapter 1880: Handy
Chapter 1881: Gone Away
Chapter 1882: Don’t Touch
Chapter 1883: Decisions
Chapter 1884: Business Trips
Chapter 1885: Rift Gift
Chapter 1886: Cultural Differences
Chapter 1887: Helping Out
Chapter 1888: Pocket Money
Chapter 1889: False Arrest
Chapter 1890: Another Invasion
Chapter 1891: Surprise Apology
Chapter 1892: Undaunted
Chapter 1893: Special Treat
Chapter 1894: Failed Experiment
Chapter 1895: Friendly Teasing
Chapter 1896: Knotty Problem
Chapter 1897: Parental Panic
Chapter 1898: Torment
Chapter 1899: Panic
Chapter 1900: Weary
Chapter 1901: Worthwhile
Chapter 1902: Well Deserved
Chapter 1903: Unfit
Chapter 1904: Whirlwind
Chapter 1905: Home From Home
Chapter 1906: The Grand Tour
Chapter 1907: A Fresh Start
Chapter 1908: The Old House
Chapter 1909: Disgusted
Chapter 1910: Foiled
Chapter 1911: Doctor And Patient
Chapter 1912: Alarming Thought
Chapter 1913: Packed Lunches
Chapter 1914: Healthy Breakfast
Chapter 1915: Bananas
Chapter 1916: Curious Cravings
Chapter 1917: Halloween Candy
Chapter 1918: Too Sweet
Chapter 1919: Two Sides
Chapter 1920: Thoughtful
Chapter 1921: Punishment
Chapter 1922: No Means No
Chapter 1923: Disruptive
Chapter 1924: What Jack Deserves
Chapter 1925: No Parking
Chapter 1926: Moving House
Chapter 1927: The Creature
Chapter 1928: Locomotion
Chapter 1929: Unconvinced
Chapter 1930: Glutton
Chapter 1931: Repeat Performance
Chapter 1932: Curiosity
Chapter 1933: Bad Situation
Chapter 1934: Vanity
Chapter 1935: Anatomy Lesson
Chapter 1936: Too Neat
Chapter 1937: Taking Charge
Chapter 1938: Breather
Chapter 1939: Country Idyll
Chapter 1940: Sore Point
Chapter 1941: Odd Discovery
Chapter 1942: Long Nights
Chapter 1943: Captain’s Log
Chapter 1944: Perfect Demonstration
Chapter 1945: Suburban Life
Chapter 1946: Roundup Time
Chapter 1947: Going Nowhere
Chapter 1948: Signposted
Chapter 1949: Family Failure
Chapter 1950: Hopeless Causes
Chapter 1951: Perfect Plan
Chapter 1952: Trying To Help
Chapter 1953: Intruder
Chapter 1954: The Leak
Chapter 1955: Rained On
Chapter 1956: Tyred
Chapter 1957: Mystery Device
Chapter 1958: White Lie
Chapter 1959: Accident Prone
Chapter 1960: Unforeseen
Chapter 1961: Teenager
Chapter 1962: Predictable
Chapter 1963: Not Superstition
Chapter 1964: Tourist Trouble
Chapter 1965: Little Lost Alien
Chapter 1966: Too Risky
Chapter 1967: Nutty Idea
Chapter 1968: Exploration
Chapter 1969: Medical Drama
Chapter 1970: Nightmare
Chapter 1971: Painful Injury
Chapter 1972: Alarming Situation
Chapter 1973: First Look
Chapter 1974: First Rule
Chapter 1975: Wonderland
Chapter 1976: Lady And The Fluff
Chapter 1977: Burden Of Command
Chapter 1978: Orders
Chapter 1979: Basic Training
Chapter 1980: Unwise
Chapter 1981: Forewarned
Chapter 1982: Slithering Free
Chapter 1983: Way Out
Chapter 1984: Unbeatable Offer
Chapter 1985: To The Stars
Chapter 1986: Wedding Fairy
Chapter 1987: In A Strange Land
Chapter 1988: Domestic Chore
Chapter 1989: Health Hazards
Chapter 1990: Allergic Reaction
Chapter 1991: Honoured Guest
Chapter 1992: Mostly Harmless
Chapter 1993: Imperfect Condition
Chapter 1994: Overreaction
Chapter 1995: Unhanded
Chapter 1996: Epidemic
Chapter 1997: Vaguely Familiar
Chapter 1998: Distracted
Chapter 1999: Sacrilege
Chapter 2000: Something Fishy
Chapter 2001: Third Strike
Chapter 2002: Security Issues
Chapter 2003: Guard Duty
Chapter 2004: High Speed
Chapter 2005: Beach Weather
Chapter 2006: Unfair Distraction
Chapter 2007: Live Bait
Chapter 2008: Hanging Out
Chapter 2009: Fugitives
Chapter 2010: Stranded
Chapter 2011: Sharing The News
Chapter 2012: Hero
Chapter 2013: Impossible Task
Chapter 2014: Impossible Thing
Chapter 2015: Unbeliever
Chapter 2016: Problem Solving
Chapter 2017: The Final Straw
Chapter 2018: Losing Hope
Chapter 2019: A Busy Day
Chapter 2020: Worn Out Fluff
Chapter 2021: Stitched Up
Chapter 2022: Brilliant Idea
Chapter 2023: Fungi Fun
Chapter 2024: Oh Dear…
Chapter 2025: Black Day
Chapter 2026: Hazardous Conditions
Chapter 2027: Bruised Ego
Chapter 2028: Storm Clouds
Chapter 2029: Apart Together
Chapter 2030: Worrying
Chapter 2031: Rescuing Ianto
Chapter 2032: Interruption
Chapter 2033: Enough!
Chapter 2034: Squabbling Siblings
Chapter 2035: Not Invincible
Chapter 2036: Making Up
Chapter 2037: Horrifying Discovery
Chapter 2038: Out Of Place
Chapter 2039: Nesting
Chapter 2040: Odd Behaviour
Chapter 2041: Jarring
Chapter 2042: Amazing Ability
Chapter 2043: Inner Thoughts
Chapter 2044: Mind Reader
Chapter 2045: Snug And Warm
Chapter 2046: Rainy Days
Chapter 2047: Warm Welcome
Chapter 2048: Summertime
Chapter 2049: Necessity
Chapter 2050: Retrieval
Chapter 2051: Ask, Don't Take
Chapter 2052: Crime Fighter
Chapter 2053: Unbelievable Sight
Chapter 2054: Dangerous Item
Chapter 2055: Flying Doctor
Chapter 2056: Snap Happy
Chapter 2057: Poor Tosh
Chapter 2058: You’ve Got Mail
Chapter 2059: Birthday Shopping
Chapter 2060: Panic Stations
Chapter 2061: Empty
Chapter 2062: Meteor
Chapter 2063: Small Problem
Chapter 2064: Rumblings
Chapter 2065: Unfriendly
Chapter 2066: Known Quantity
Chapter 2067: Alien Creature
Chapter 2068: Hard Labour
Chapter 2069: Awkward Patients
Chapter 2070: Well Deserved Treats
Chapter 2071: Endless Questions
Chapter 2072: Negotiations
Chapter 2073: Dragging It Out
Chapter 2074: Backseat Driver
Chapter 2075: Unknown
Chapter 2076: Overexertion
Chapter 2077: Greenery
Chapter 2078: Hungry
Chapter 2079: Appropriate
Chapter 2080: Overabundance
Chapter 2081: Putting His Foot Down
Chapter 2082: Rules Of The Road
Chapter 2083: Dismal Weather
Chapter 2084: All The Better To...
Chapter 2085: Showing Appreciation
Chapter 2086: Celebrities
Chapter 2087: Where There's A Weevil...
Chapter 2088: Many Hands
Chapter 2089: Mystery Vandal
Chapter 2090: Rock Solid
Chapter 2091: Craving Excitement
Chapter 2092: Vanishing Act
Chapter 2093: Thinking Ahead
Chapter 2094: In The Sewers
Chapter 2095: Torchwood Interference
Chapter 2096: Simple Solution
Chapter 2097: Speaking In Tongues
Chapter 2098: Unavailable


Chapter 1: Ianto Puts His Foot Down

Author's Notes: My first even drabble, for tw100's Challenge 251 - Prehistoric creatures.

It was originally intended to be a short story, but it wasn't going anywhere and as it fit the prompt, I whittled it down to 100 words instead. Summary: Just what the title says. Jack sometimes has unrealistic expectations.


“We can’t keep it, Jack.”

“But why not? We kept Myfanwy!”

“Myfanwy mostly keeps to the top of the Hub, there’s plenty of space up there and it’s not like anybody else uses it, so she’s never in the way.”

“We kept Nosy!”

“Nosy’s smart, it keeps out from under our feet and it’s learned what not to touch.”

“We kept Velvet!”

“Velvet’s tiny and easy to care for.”

“But it’s cute!”

“I’m not disputing that. Though come to think of it, I could…”

“Well why can’t we keep it?”

“We have nowhere to put a full grown bloody Stegosaurus!”

The End

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Chapter 2: Annual Event

Author's Notes: The first of two drabbles written for tw100's Challenge 252 - Harvest

Summary: The annual Harvest Festival is always the same - more or less.


The harvest festival was in an uproar when Torchwood arrived. Fruit and vegetables bouncing between pews like rubber balls, tins rolling down the aisle, loaves of bread stacking themselves like building blocks.

The entire congregation was sprawled haphazardly about, laughing their heads off, and the vicar had a black eye from being hit in the face by a wayward bunch of celery.

The cause of the chaos sat blinking innocently beside the font.

Harmless. A Rigolian party favour.

Ianto switched it off; everything stopped moving except the giggling congregation.

“Chemical spill causes hallucinations?”

“Again?”

“They believe it every year.”

“True.”

The End

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Chapter 3: Season Of Mists

Author's Notes: The second of two drabbles written for tw100's Challenge 252 - Harvest.

Summary: The weather causes Jack and Ianto an unanticipated problem.


Autumn. Harvest time. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

“They got the mist part right,” Ianto muttered, stumbling over another rut.

Here they were, at night, out in the middle of nowhere, retrieving alien tech from a field - already harvested, thank God. Suddenly down comes the mist and they can’t see past the ends of their noses. Bloody freezing, too. Finding the tech had proved easy. The SUV, on the other hand…

It had to be around here somewhere.

A loud thud and a muffled curse came from Jack.

“Found it! Ow. Think I broke by doze.”

Ianto winced.

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Chapter 4: One Rock At A Time

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 253: Moving Mountains at tw100.

I'm quite pleased with the way this one turned out, it's a change of pace for me - serious instead of fluffy or funny.


Ianto stared in horrified fascination. The Torchwood Three archives were a disaster area. In fact, ‘archives’ was something of a misnomer.

Paper files were stuffed untidily in dozens of metal filing cabinets, packed so tightly they might burst, while alien artefacts and rift debris had been crammed on shelves until they were full, then piled on the floor wherever there was room.

A lesser man would have despaired, but Ianto Jones was made of sterner stuff.

How do you move a mountain? One rock at a time.

He took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and set to work.

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Chapter 5: For Lisa

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 253 - Moving Mountains at tw100.

Spoilers for Cyberwoman. Ianto plans ahead.


Ianto dragged Lisa from the wreckage of Torchwood One, planning what he needed to do:

Get them both out without being seen. Steal a conversion unit. Rig it to serve as life support. Acquire whatever drugs Lisa needed. Cardiff would be their best chance; he’d need a van to transport everything.

Find somewhere to hole up until he could get a job with Three and smuggle Lisa inside.

He’d have to locate a cybernetics specialist to remove the implants, make Lisa human again.

The list of tasks seemed insurmountable, but it was for Lisa, and for her, he’d move mountains.

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Chapter 6: Lady Of Bad Luck

Author's Notes: Written for challenge 254 - Lady Luck at tw100.

Summary: The team collect another Rift victim.


A turbulent Rift storm had dropped yet another problem in Torchwood’s laps — a small and battered blue alien had been dumped unceremoniously in a field outside Cardiff.

“My name is…” It made an unpronounceable sound. “I believe the literal translation in your language would be ‘fortunate female’.”

“Fortunate?” The team stared at the mangled remains of the small being’s spacecraft.

She sighed heavily. “I suspect my progenitors were being ironic when they named me so. Fortune tends not to favour me.”

“At least you survived the crash,” said Gwen brightly.

“But now I am stuck here with no way home.”

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Chapter 7: Cheater

Author's Notes: My second drabble this week for Challenge 254 - Lady Luck.

Summary: The boys are playing naked hide and seek.


“Aha! Found you! I win!” Jack cries triumphantly, pouncing into Ianto’s hiding place and dragging him out. “Looks like Lady Luck is on my side tonight!”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Ianto grumbles, “You’re cheating again!” He gestures to the scanner in Jack’s hand. “You didn’t even search, just let that lead you straight to me. In fact technically, you didn’t find me, the scanner did, so you lose.”

Jack can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“However,” Ianto purrs seductively, “if you do exactly what I say, you might still get lucky tonight.”

Jack’s knees go weak. “Yes, Sir!”

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Chapter 8: Rain And Weevils

Author's Notes: My first drabble for challenge 255 - Sink or Swim at tw100

Summary: A little mishap while hunting weevils in the Cardiff rain.


The weevil was strong; Jack could barely hold it away from his throat.

Ianto kept back, trying for a clear shot, but darkness and pounding rain obscured his vision. It would be too easy to hit Jack, or the injured and terrified woman behind him. The combatants kept staggering one way then the other, finally hitting the railing and toppling slowly into the bay.

Ianto ran to the railing and looked down. For a moment there was nothing, then Jack surfaced, spluttering.

“You okay?”

“It was sink or swim — it sank and I swam,” Jack grinned.

Ianto rolled his eyes.

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Chapter 9: Final Chance

Author's Notes: This is the second of three drabbles I wrote for Challenge 255 - Sink or Swim over at tw100. It was written at practically the same time as my friend timelordshines wrote her drabble Last Chance – in fact when I wrote it, I gave it the same title, I think we must be sharing the same brain. Anyway, she posted hers first so I changed my title, although part of me wanted to call it Last Chance: The Prequel because they just fit together so well - mine ends at the point where hers begins!

Summary: Getting a job at Torchwood Three proves difficult for Ianto.


He’d stalked Harkness for weeks, waiting for the right opportunity to present itself. Rescued him from a weevil and got the brush off.

Stalked him some more, offered him coffee, which obviously met with his approval. Got the brush off again. What did it take to impress the guy? Something different, something new.

When he stumbled across the Pterodactyl, managed to lure it into an empty warehouse using chocolate, he knew it was his final chance because he’d never find something to top this!

Waiting by the road in the rain, he steeled himself. This was it. Sink or swim.

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Chapter 10: Half Life

Author's Notes: My third drabble for this week's challenge Sink or Swim at tw100.

Summary: Owen's not handling his death too well.


Owen ran, faster than he’d ever run when he’d been alive. Feet pounding, arms pumping, never tiring, he reached the end of the pier, leaping as far as he could, out over the cold waters of Cardiff bay.

He hit the surface with a splash and went under. No need to hold the breath he no longer had, no need to struggle or try to swim, no need to do anything but let himself sink deeper and deeper beneath the surface.

It changed nothing. He wasn’t alive, so he couldn’t drown. He was trapped, halfway between life and death. Forever.

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Chapter 11: It Must Be Friday

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 256 - Freaky Friday at tw100

Summary: Chaos reigns in the Hub - nothing new there then!


When Ianto went out to pick up supplies, all was quiet in the Hub. He returned an hour later to complete chaos.

Jack was sitting at Tosh’s workstation, tapping frantically at her computer while prodding a piece of alien tech. Owen was scowling at Gwen’s phone, muttering under his breath. Tosh was stomping around the autopsy bay, swearing and kicking things, and Gwen was jumping up and down, saying, “Look at me! I’m Gwen! Wow, these babies really bounce!”

Ianto looked at Gwen. “Jack?”

Gwen beamed at him. “Yep!”

Ianto closed his eyes and sighed heavily. It must be Friday!

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Chapter 12: A Weevilly Inconvenience

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 256 - Freaky Friday at tw100

This is the first of a trilogy, looking at different aspects of the situation.

Summary: There's a slight Weevil-related problem....


Owen skulked up from the vaults, shoulders hunched and arms hanging at his sides. He was walking oddly, almost shuffling with his knees bent.

Ianto watched him curiously. Something wasn’t right.

“Owen?”

Owen jerked around, snarled and backed away.

That was… odd.

“Jack? I think we have a problem.”

“What is it now?”

“You know Owen’s been running tests on Janet using that new piece of alien medical tech…”

“I vaguely recall something about that, yes.”

“I think he may have accidentally switched bodies with her.”

“Our medic’s a weevil?”

“Yeah, and I don’t think she’s very happy about it!”

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Chapter 13: Feeling Weevilish

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 256 - Freaky Friday at tw100, and the second in the Weevil sequence, following 'A Weevily Inconvenience'.

This is Owen's point of view.

Summary: Owen's not having a very good day...


‘Okay, this feels weird,’ Owen thought, flexing his arms and legs. Or more accurately, Janet’s arms and legs. Weevil joints weren’t quite the same as a human’s, they bent differently and his centre of gravity was lower.

Movement caught his eye and he glanced up to see his body shambling towards the door.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going with my body?” he yelled. At least he tried to; all that came out was a series of snarls.

Janet didn’t even look back.

‘Shit!’ Owen thought to himself, scrabbling at the toughened plexiglass cell door. ‘I am so screwed!’

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Chapter 14: Finding Doctor Weevil

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 256 - Freaky Friday at tw100 and the third in the Weevil sequence, following 'Feeling Weevilish'.

Summary: Owen's day gets even worse...


Owen was hammering loudly on the cell door when Jack came down to the vaults twenty minutes later, accompanied by Ianto who had Owen’s handcuffed body on a leash.

“That’s a good look on you, Owen,” Jack smirked, leaning casually on the wall opposite the cell door. “Weevil suits you!” He looked entirely too smug.

Owen buried his head in his hands and groaned. Surely this day couldn’t get any more humiliating.

“Come on now, don’t be like that,” said Ianto. “Smile for the cameras!”

Owen looked up.

Sure enough, the CCTV camera was aimed right at the cell.

Crap!

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Chapter 15: No Good Choices

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 257 - Between the Devil and the deep blue sea at tw100.

Vague spoilers for S1x05 - Small Worlds

Summary: It falls to Jack to make the hard choices.


Sometimes there just weren’t any good choices, only bad, worse or catastrophic, but that didn’t make such decisions easier to make or to live with.

He reminded himself she wasn’t really a child anymore, had ceased to be that when she was chosen. Not entirely human, no longer suited to this world. She wanted to go with them, where she belonged, where she fit.

But she still looked like a child; she had a mother who would grieve her loss.

In the end it wasn’t even a choice. Let this one go, or let the entire world suffer the consequences.

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Chapter 16: For Love Of Family

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 257 - Between the Devil and the deep blue sea at tw100

Spoilers for Fragments.

Summary: Family means everything to Tosh.


Tosh checks the blueprints, measures, snips pieces of wire and solders connections, feeling a sense of awe as she sees what she’s building take shape.

She shouldn’t be doing this, she knows she shouldn’t; it’s against the law, stealing blueprints to build a weapon. She doesn’t even know for whom she’s building it or why they want it so badly.

Deep down she knows she’s committing treason, knows she will pay for her crime. She can’t let that stop her though. Her mother’s life is at stake and family is everything.

She’ll do whatever it takes to save her mother.

The End

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Chapter 17: And Yet...

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 257 - Between the Devil and the deep blue sea at tw100.

Vague spoilers for Cyberwoman, Fragments.

Summary: Ianto’s having conflicting feelings.


Torchwood Three wasn’t like One, it lacked the emotionless, unfeeling bureaucracy and red tape, the air of superiority.

These were real people, good people; not perfect but doing the best they could for the greater good. The people who’d dared stand up to Hartman, the thorn in her side.

Toshiko, Owen, Suzie… and Jack. He was using them, betraying them, and it was killing him inside, a little more each day.

They didn’t deserve to be used this way, but what else could he do? He had to put Lisa’s needs first. She should be all that mattered, and yet…

The End

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Chapter 18: Laying Ghosts To Rest

Author's Notes: My one and only drabble for Challenge 258 - Ghost of a chance at tw100. For me at least, this has been the hardest prompt so far. At least I managed to write one in the end!

Summary: Owen couldn’t let it go.


Realistically, Owen knew there was little hope of solving the crime after so many years. Lizzie’s murder was long forgotten by anyone except her family and friends.

He’d felt it all though, her terror, her pain. Her death. He couldn’t let go, couldn’t forget, he needed to do… something!

The very least she deserved was for the truth to come out, even if he couldn’t bring her justice.

He had a name, Ed Morgan. That was a start. Maybe the bastard still lived.

It was the slimmest of chances, but even the ghost of a chance was better than none.

The End

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Chapter 19: Stranded On Halloween

Author's Notes: Much to my surprise, I managed a second drabble for Challenge 258 – Ghost of a chance at tw100.

I think I should apologize...

Summary: Halloween’s a washout for the team.


In retrospect, attempting to drive though a river ford in pouring rain probably wasn’t one of Jack’s better ideas. As water poured in, the SUV’s engine coughed, spluttered and died.

The team scrambled out, quickly becoming soaked through by rain and river water.

With no hope of a phone signal this far out, they trudged through mud and rain to the nearest shelter, a spooky, abandoned house about a mile from the road.

“Some Halloween,” sighed Ianto.

Standing dripping in the hallway, Jack studied their surroundings and grinned.

“Look on the bright side, there’s always the chance of a ghost!”

The End

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Chapter 20: Torchwood Trick Or Treat

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 259 – Queues at tw100. I was struggling with this prompt, so I've resorted to daftness!

Summary: A bit of belated Halloween fun.


Cardiff Council had organised a Halloween party for local children on the Plass, with a Trick or Treating route around local businesses.

The most popular stop was the Mermaid Quay Tourist Office, where long queues had quickly formed.

Groups of children were led into the spooky, cobwebby interior where a sheet-clad ‘ghost’ popped up suddenly from behind the counter, humming eerily and making them scream with delighted fear. Then a headless, handless man dropped candy into their bags before a handsome vampire ushered them out.

At the end of the evening, Ianto removed Nosy’s sheet.

“That was fun!”

Nosy agreed.

The End

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Chapter 21: Pied Piper

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 259 – Queues at tw100. I have no idea where this came from!

Summary: For Torchwood, even the most mundane parts of daily life can sometimes take a step into the Twilight Zone.


When Ianto found the small piece of alien tech while walking to work early one sunny morning, he thought nothing of it, just picked it up carefully, placed it in a bag and carried on walking.

Passing a bus stop, he didn’t notice the small queue of people turning and following him. The same thing happened at the next bus queue. Everyone he passed immediately stopped what they were doing and followed him.

Reaching the Plass, he glanced back and stopped dead. The long line of people stopped too.

Ianto pulled out his phone.

“Jack? I’ve got a slight problem.”

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Chapter 22: Like Brothers

Author's Notes: The first of several drabbles for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100. This is how I see Owen and Ianto.

Summary: Friendship takes many forms…


An outsider watching them would think Ianto and Owen couldn’t stand each other, and to be fair, it was easy to see how their constant bickering and the snarky insults flying back and forth between them whenever they were in sight of each other, might be misunderstood.

Jack smiled as he watched them, knowing the truth; they would lay down their lives for each other in a heartbeat. For all their squabbling, they shared a bond even deeper than friendship. Although they’d been born to different parents, they were brothers in spirit and would always be there for one another.

The End

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Chapter 23: Unlikely Friendships

Author's Notes: The second of a bunch of drabbles written for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100. This one's just a bit of light-hearted silliness, because when I saw the prompt, I knew this had to be written...

Summary: Just what the title says.


“Even by Torchwood standards that’s weird,” Owen muttered.

“What is?”

Owen almost jumped out of his skin, not having heard Ianto come up behind him. He gave Ianto a token glare, then pointed.

“Myfanwy and Nosy playing together! Since when did the bald budgie and the feather duster become friends?”

Ianto watched as with a flick of its head, Nosy tossed a frisbee across the Hub, Myfanwy diving to catch it, then swooping to drop it in front of Nosy again.

“Nosy likes playing and Myf likes catching things; friendships have been built on less.”

Owen grinned at Ianto. “True.”

The End


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Chapter 24: Worlds Apart

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100. Drabbles have taken over my brain this week, I can't stop writing them! I was struck by this one late last night, so I jotted it down. Typed it up earlier today and it’s 100 words exactly, without editing!

Summary: They are so different…


They come from different worlds, and with Torchwood that can be taken literally. She has her origins in the far future; he comes from a world that no longer exists.

They are so different from one another that they can’t even touch, there is no common language that unites them, yet there’s a strange sense of kinship between them. They share an understanding of the vastness of time and space that few here, in this time and place, could comprehend.

Mainframe watches over the hand in its jar and wonders if it feels as out of place as she does.

The End

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Chapter 25: Weird

Author's Notes: The fourth of my drabbles for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100. Not sure if I should be apologising for this!

Summary: Everything about Torchwood is weird…


“I think it’s adorable,” Tosh said with a smile.

“You would! I think it’s bloody weird!” Owen grumbled.

“Everything about Torchwood is weird,” Gwen stated. “We should be used to it by now.”

“I just wish everyone could get along so well,” Andy mumbled from where he lay sprawled across the sofa.

They all turned to watch as Nosy slithered past again, humming cheerfully, Velvet the Shrodlet clinging to its back with her tiny paws. She looked like a little purple pimple amid the thick, green fur.

“If you think that’s weird, you should see her riding Myfanwy,” Ianto smirked.

The End

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Chapter 26: The Way To A Weevil's Heart

Author's Notes: The first of two drabbles that start more or less the same way but then go in different directions, because I couldn't decide which way to go with it... The other one will be the next chapter.
Written for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100.

Summary: Janet's in love...


“I don’t get it. We went to so much trouble finding a suitable mate for Janet and they can’t stand each other! What’s the problem? They’re both weevils and Brad is quite the looker by weevil standards.” Jack couldn’t conceal his exasperation.

“To be fair, it’s not Brad’s fault,” Owen said wearily. “He fancies Janet, but she’s not interested. Her heart’s already taken.”

Just then, Ianto wandered in carrying several steaming mugs. “Coffee?”

Janet moaned softly, yearning towards the Welshman.

“Oh, you have gotta be kidding me!” Jack sounded shocked.

“Nope! She’s smitten.”

Ianto shrugged. “She really likes my coffee!”

The End

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Chapter 27: A Weevil In Love

Author's Notes: The second of two drabbles that start more or less the same way but then go in different directions, because I couldn't decide which way to go with it... The other one is the previous chapter.
Written for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100.

Summary: Janet's in love.... again!


“I don’t get it. We went to all that trouble finding Janet a mate and they can’t stand each other! What’s the problem? They’re both weevils and Brad is quite the looker by weevil standards.” Jack couldn’t conceal his exasperation.

“To be fair, it’s not Brad’s fault,” Ianto explained. “He fancies Janet, but she doesn’t want him. Her heart belongs to someone else.”

Owen ambled in. “So, how are the lovebirds getting along?”

“They’re not,” Jack grumbled. “Ianto thinks Janet loves someone else.”

“Like who?” Owen sounded puzzled.

Hearing Owen’s voice, Janet purred seductively.

“Does that answer your question, Owen?”

The End

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Chapter 28: True Love

Author's Notes: My final drabble for Challenge 260 – Odd Couples at tw100. It's been a lot of fun!

Summary: True love always wins in the end….


She knew the others looked at her oddly when she was with her beloved, but she didn’t care. They were just jealous! He’d had many lovers before her, but even though he never said the words, she was certain he felt the special connection between them; how could he not? It was just… complicated.

Still, she was confident all complications could be overcome; after all, true love always won in the end, didn’t it?

Janet sighed as she gazed at Owen. Yes, despite the obstacles they faced she knew they would find a way to be together. It was destiny!

The End

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Chapter 29: Fallen Hero

Author's Notes: My only drabble for Challenge 261 - Relatives at tw100. This was a bit rushed as the deadline is approaching, so apologies for it being substandard – I’ve been rushed off my feet this week and haven’t even had time for drabbling, but I wanted to at least get one written. I had other ideas, but they just didn’t go anywhere.

Summary: He used to be Gray’s hero, but now…


They’d been inseparable as children. Wherever he went, Gray would follow and he’d never minded because he’d loved his little brother and Gray had looked at him like he was a hero.

Then the monsters came and he failed to protect his brother; suddenly he didn’t feel like a hero at all. He’d searched for years, but it was hopeless, the universe was too big and he was just one man.

Now Gray was back, blaming him for the hell he’d been through, wanting revenge, wanting his brother to suffer as he had. It was all Jack’s fault.

Jack agreed.

The End

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Chapter 30: The Search

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 262 – Car Park at tw100. I don't know yet whether there will be any more this week, but at least I got one written quite quickly!

Summary: A multi-storey car park is a big place to search…


Ianto and Jack moved slowly through the dimly lit car park, looking around carefully, peering into dark corners. They made a full circuit of the level they were on then returned to the stairs, climbing to the next level and beginning their search anew.

It was a large area with a lot of ground to cover, but it was taking far too long and after searching five levels, Ianto was not in the best of moods. It had seemed funny to start with, but now…

“Why the Hell didn’t you take note of where you’d parked the bloody car, Jack?”

The End

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Chapter 31: Maybe...

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 263 – Maybe This Year at tw100. It's a bit gloomy, sorry. I'll try to write another that's more upbeat if I can, but no promises.

Summary: Tosh sits and thinks as the New Year begins.


Tosh stares at nothing, contemplating her empty life as the old year ends. Another year of coming home alone to an empty flat, of having her hopes dashed, of Owen ignoring her and leaving more scars on her heart with his thoughtlessness.

On TV bells chime, fireworks explode, marking a new year. She feels a tiny surge of hope; maybe this year will be different, maybe she’ll meet someone who appreciates her, even loves her. Maybe when next year arrives she won’t be alone. It’s not much, but hope is all she has to cling to and so she does.

The End

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Chapter 32: The Torchwood Buffet Mystery

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 264 – Holiday Food at tw100. I've been wanting to write something like this for a while....

Summary: There’s a thief in the Hub…


Torchwood’s Christmas buffet was a thing of beauty, the entire team having pulled together, preparing and cooking the feast. Every kind of Christmas food imaginable was arrayed across tables that practically groaned under the weight.

Team and guests were in festive mood, filling plates and glasses, laughing and chatting merrily, until Owen’s indignant voice silenced them.

“’Ere, who pinched the twiglets?”

Everyone looked at each other until a suspicious scrunching sound was heard from under the tables. Ianto lifted the cloth.

“Think I’ve found the culprit.”

There was Nosy, its snout buried in the twiglet dish.

“Bloody typical,” Owen grumbled.

The End

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Chapter 33: The World Is Ending

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 265 – Apocalypse at tw100.

There’s enough doom and gloom in the world right now, I simply couldn’t bring myself to take the prompt seriously!

Summary: Oh, the horror!


The entire team jumped up as the cog door opened and Jack helped a very pale and shaky looking Ianto up to the sofa, where he slumped bonelessly.

As Jack hurried away to fetch a glass of water, the others crowded around.

“Ianto, what’s wrong, are you alright?” Tosh asked anxiously.

“Yeah, Teaboy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” added Owen.

“The world is ending,” Ianto mumbled, staring blankly in front of him.

Jack returned with the water.

“The Coffee Emporium has run out of his favourite blend and won’t be getting any more until after Christmas,” he explained.

The End

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Chapter 34: Doomed

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 265 – Apocalypse at tw100. Doom without the gloom. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I got, so I’ll post it anyway!

Summary: They’re doomed! Or maybe not…


Ianto rushed into the Hub.

“What’s happening?”

“According to Jack, the world’s ending,” Tosh replied, sounding worried.

“What? How?”

“Not really sure. I checked Mainframe, but she’s not detecting anything dangerous and all I can get out of Jack is something about a Doomy Doom of Doom and that we should all flee the city and save ourselves.”

“That sounds bad. I’d better put some coffee on.”

“I’ll call the police, see if they’ve heard anything,” said Gwen.

“I’ll go and autopsy something,” Owen added cheerfully.


Ianto snapped awake and groaned. “That’s the last time I eat cheese before bed.”

The End

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Chapter 35: Unidentifiable Flying Objects

Author's Notes: Wriiten for Challenge 266 – Unidentified Flying Objects at tw100.

Summary: Rift alerts sometimes create more questions than answers.


“What the hell are they?” Ianto gasped, ducking as another whizzed past his ear.

“No idea,” Jack replied. “They’re moving too fast, all I see is a blur!” Throwing himself to the ground as three more zoomed past, narrowly missing his head, he tugged at Ianto’s trouser leg. “Come on, it’s safer by the wall.”

Dropping to hands and knees, Ianto joined Jack, crawling quickly across the warehouse until they reached the wall.

“Now what?”

Jack shrugged.

They watched bright blurs zipping back and forth at alarming speeds until…

PING

They vanished.

“Huh. Now we’ll never know.”

“Another Torchwood mystery!”

The End

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Chapter 36: What Now?

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 267 – Starting Over at tw100. This is my first drabble of 2013! My resolution this year is to write at least one drabble a week, so wish me luck!

Summary: His dreams are shattered, what happens now? Spoilers For Cyberwoman.


It was over. Lisa was gone.

He’d known for a long time, just couldn’t admit it, not even to himself. No choice now; his hopes and dreams were splintered beyond repair, his future unknown.

He looked at Jack.

“What do I do now?”

“That’s up to you. You have a month to think things over. After that, you’ll have a choice — retcon or Torchwood. A new life, or a fresh start with us.”

As Jack left the flat, Ianto sat on his couch and wondered if he had the courage to start over with people who no longer trusted him.

The End

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Chapter 37: Another Chance

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 267 – Starting Over at tw100.

Slight spoilers for Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Doctor Who The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.

I wanted to write fluff. Instead I got this. Hope you like it anyway!

Summary: After a year of torture, there’s only one thing Jack wants.


Jack knew he’d hurt Ianto badly, leaving the way he had, but he’d only expected to be gone a few hours, maybe a day.

Instead it had been months for Ianto, and over a year for himself. Not a good year, either. The Master tortured him relentlessly at first, but eventually grew bored and ignored the Freak for weeks at a time.

There’d been ample time for Jack to think about what he’d do if the Doctor’s plan worked, but as time passed he’d realised there was only one thing he really wanted: the chance to start over with Ianto.

The End

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Chapter 38: Second Chance

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 267 – Starting Over at tw100.

This is the other side of my earlier drabble ‘Another Chance’. It’s entirely tardisjournal’s fault for saying Jack probably didn’t have to grovel much to get Ianto to give him another chance.

Summary: Jack apologises to Ianto.


“I’m sorry. I know I hurt you by leaving that way, but I never meant to be gone for so long. I thought I’d be back in a few hours, a day at most.”

“Why weren’t you?”

“Everything went wrong, we were captured by a madman; it’s been a year for me, a year of being held prisoner and tortured. All I could think about was you and what a mess I’d made of everything. I wanted so badly to get home to you. If you’ll let me, I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. Anything.”

“Okay.”

The End

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Chapter 39: New Beginning

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 267 – Starting Over at tw100.

Summary: Tosh is offered the chance to make a new start.


Trying to save her mother had cost Tosh her life; not in the literal sense, but in every way that mattered. Yet even locked away in that dank little cell with only her thoughts for company, she still couldn’t regret what she’d done.

Then he came, so vibrantly full of life he was dazzling. He made her an offer — five years of service under his command in return for her freedom. Her criminal record would be erased.

There was only one answer she could give. Walking from the UNIT prison beside him, she felt as if she were being reborn.

The End (Or really, The Beginning for Tosh!)

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Chapter 40: Expecting The Unexpected

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 267 – Starting Over at tw100.
I finally managed to write something fluffy!

Summary: Ianto contemplates the sudden changes in his life.


A new year and a new life; Ianto couldn’t get his head around how much had changed in the last few days.

First had come the New Year and with it, an unexpected question.

“Happy New Year, Ianto! Will you marry me?”

Then, just a few days later, had come an even more unexpected pronouncement.

“Ianto, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I’m pregnant.”

Ianto glared at the tangle of yarn in his hands; he’d master this if it killed him. Unravelling the mess, he started casting on again.

How hard could it be to knit bootees?

The End

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Chapter 41: A Rabbit’s Tale

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 268 – White Rabbit at tw100.

I hope to continue this in my next drabble...

Summary: Alien tech strikes again…


Everyone looked up as Ianto entered through the cog door, looking rather put out, with a containment box in one hand and a large, white rabbit tucked under the other arm. It was wriggling.

“Stop that,” Ianto told it crossly. “I’m not putting you down here. Myfanwy might decide you’d make a good snack.” The rabbit immediately went still, looking oddly worried.

Ianto put the containment box down beside Tosh. “Be careful with it, but try to figure it out. I’ll put Jack in his office and give him a carrot.”

Tosh stared at the rabbit. “Jack?”

Ianto sighed. “Yep.”

The End

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Chapter 42: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Two

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 268 – White Rabbit at tw100. There will be at least two more parts to this, so watch out for them.

Summary: The continuing tale of Jack Rabbit. Ianto is not pleased with Jack.


Ianto carried Jack rabbit to his office, putting him down on the couch.

“Right, stay there and try to keep out of trouble. I’ll be right back.”

Jack sat with front paws neatly together and twitched his nose innocently at Ianto.

Ianto glared. “Stop looking cute! This is entirely your fault. If you’d watched where you were going, you wouldn’t have stepped on that piece of tech and you wouldn’t be a rabbit!” He stalked out of the office.

Jack shrugged, sat up on his haunches, and promptly fell off the couch. Being a rabbit was harder than it looked.

The End

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Chapter 43: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Three

Author's Notes: The third of my drabbles for Challenge 268 – White Rabbit at tw100.

Summary: The further trials of Jack the rabbit. It’s lunchtime. Jack is not impressed.


Ianto sat beside Jack, setting Jack’s lunch on the couch between them and resting his own plate on his knees.

Jack eyed the carrot suspiciously.

“Now what’s wrong? I washed it thoroughly, even put it on a plate for you. Not that you bother with plates most of the time anyway.”

The rabbit looked pointedly at Ianto’s lunch.

“No way! Rabbits don’t eat pizza. You’d never digest it.” Ianto had never seen a rabbit glare. He glared back. “You’re a rabbit. The scans prove it. Eat your carrot.”

Reluctantly, Jack started gnawing the carrot, holding it still with his paw.

The End

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Chapter 44: A Rabbit’s Tale – Part Four

Author's Notes: The last of my drabbles for Challenge 268 – White Rabbit at tw100, and the last of Rabbit Jack until I get time to expand these snippets into a fic.

Summary: Being a rabbit hasn’t changed Jack all that much.


Ianto followed the others into the conference room, sitting Jack on his chair at the head of the table before taking his usual seat to Jack’s right.

All anyone could see of Jack were the tips of his ears poking up above the table.

“Right, any progress, Tosh?”

“Some, but I need to be careful. I don’t want to turn Jack into a human with the brain of a rabbit.”

Unnoticed, Jack had hopped down under the table and was busily humping Ianto’s leg.

Ianto buried his head in his hands and groaned. “I’m not sure I’d notice any difference.”

The End

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Chapter 45: Monster Mash

Author's Notes: Written For Challenge 269 – There’s A Monster At The End Of This at tw100, though this is more the end of a monster than a monster at the end.

Summary: Another monster comes through the rift…


The rift alert indicated something big - and from the readings, very nasty if Jack was any judge. The team geared up appropriately and headed for the site of the incursion, ready to deal with the monster.

On arrival, they leapt from the SUV, weapons at the ready, only to stop and stare.

“As monsters go, that’s a bit of an anticlimax,” Ianto stated.

Tosh checked her readings and shrugged. “I guess even something that well armoured doesn’t handle being ejected from the rift fifty feet above ground level too well.”

“It’s pancaked,” Owen agreed. “Better break out the shovels.”

The End

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Chapter 46: Snowfall

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 270 – Snowflake at tw100. It took me a long time to come up with an idea for this week's challenge. Snow is the last thing I want to be thinking about!

Summary: It’s been snowing and Jack is eager to play in it…


When the first snowflake fell, Jack had been as excited as a child. He’d never seen snow until he first came to earth on Time Agency business, and he never tired of it.

Until now.

“Jack…” Ianto shouted as Jack bounded out of the house, eager to play in the snow that had fallen overnight.

Jack slammed the door behind him. “What?”

Ianto winced as all the snow cascaded off the roof in a miniature avalanche, right on top of Jack. He stood there, half buried in snow, looking like a poor attempt at a snowman.

“Don’t slam the door.”

The End

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Chapter 47: On Repeat

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 271 – Groundhog Day at tw100. Set post-Cyberwoman... Not sure this fits the prompt terribly well, and I apologize for it being so depressing and fluffless.

Summary: Ianto’s life is stuck on repeat…


Alarm goes off, waking him. 6.30am precisely.

Turn it off, get up, shower, shave, dress for work…

Halfway through dressing he remembers. No work today. No work for the next four weeks. Lisa is gone.

He undresses, puts clothes away neatly and crawls back into bed, pulling the covers over his head.

0000

Alarm goes off, waking him. 6.30am precisely.

Turn it off, get up, shower, shave, dress for work… Then remembers and crawls back into bed.

0000

Alarm goes off, waking him. 6.30am precisely.

Turns it off, gets up, showers, shaves, starts to dress…

Remembers.

Sits on the bed and cries.

The End (or just the beginning…)

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Chapter 48: Jumping The Gun

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 272 – Jump The Gun at tw100. No angst this time. I'm positively giddy!

Summary: Owen lands himself in a predicament…


Crashes and clatters sounded from the autopsy bay, accompanied by increasingly girly screams of “Get it off! GET IT OFF!” from Owen.

Ambling over to see what was happening, the team were treated to the unusual sight of Owen flailing about with the tentacled creature they’d found earlier wrapped firmly around his head.

After several minutes, Jack managed to prise the poor creature off, leaving Owen slumped on the floor, gasping for breath.

“I know I’m not the medical expert here, but I thought you were supposed to wait until something was dead before performing an autopsy,” Ianto commented mildly.

The End

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Chapter 49: Laying Down The Law

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 273 – Loud And Clear at tw100.
I struggled with this prompt, couldn't think of anything so I just started writing and in 5 minutes I had this. The art of writing never ceases to puzzle me. I never write that fast when I actually have an idea of what I want to write.

Summary: The team are in trouble…


Ianto was not happy with Team Torchwood.

“Look at this mess! Has anyone actually thrown anything away in the last week? Or bothered to wash a single dish? And Jack, I can’t even see your desk under all your unfinished paperwork! I take a week off to help Archie catalogue the backlog of alien artefacts that have built up, and this entire place goes to Hell! What have you all been doing while I was away?”

“We’re sorry.” Jack turned on the puppy eyes.

“You will be! Decaf instant until this place is tidy, understand?”

Everyone groaned.

“Loud and clear.”

The End

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Chapter 50: Feeding Time

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 274 – Meat at tw100. Not what I was going to write originally, but I got this idea and liked it better than what I'd planned.

Summary: Working for Torchwood, you never know what you’ll find yourself having to do.


Ianto picked up a bit of meat with a pair of long metal tweezers and poked it towards the nest.

“Here, have a bit of rat. Mmmm, juicy rat!”

It was quickly gobbled up.

“Have another bit of rat! Make you grow big and strong. Hopefully.”

That was quickly gobbled up too.

“More rat?”

“How’s it going?” Jack asked quietly, settling down beside Ianto.

“She’s eaten almost a whole rat,” Ianto replied. “You can do the next feed. Never thought we’d be foster parents to a de-aged pteranodon!”

“We got lucky. At least we’re not having to incubate an egg.”

The End

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Chapter 51: The Price Of Betrayal

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 275 – Scent at tw100. It's a gloomy one, sorry, but I have another one for tomorrow that has a happier outcome - depending on your point of view.

Summary: Ianto counts the cost of the team’s actions.


Ianto clutched Jack’s coat to his face and breathed deeply. It smelled of Jack, that warm, tantalising aroma Jack had always said was 51st century pheromones.

Jack.

Tears stung Ianto’s eyes as grief threatened to overwhelm him. Jack had told them he couldn’t die, but now he lay lifeless in the morgue, the life force drained from him as he sacrificed himself to save the world.

It was all their fault. They’d let themselves be deceived by visions of loved ones long gone. Their betrayal had cost Jack his life.

Ianto’s half-healed heart shattered inside him.

He should’ve stopped them.

The End

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Chapter 52: On The Hunt

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 275 – Scent at tw100. As promised, something rather less gloomy than the last one.

Summary: There’s something hunting in the Hub, look out!


The creature slunk silently through the Hub, following the scent of its prey. It moved stealthily, keeping to cover wherever possible, freezing in place whenever someone came into view. It must not be spotted, the success of the hunt depended on the people around it remaining unaware of its presence.

Closer and closer, its prey was in view. It watched from its hiding place, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, coiled in readiness. Now!

One quick lunge and….

SLURP!

“Oi! Get your snout out of my coffee!”

“I warned you, Gwen. Never leave coffee where Nosy can get it.”

The End

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Chapter 53: A Long Awaited Sound

Author's Notes: The first of four drabbles written for Challenge 276 – Sound at tw100. The other three are humour, but I though I should try to do something canon compliant.

Summary: Jack’s been waiting for so long.
Spoilers for: Captain Jack Harkness, End of Days


It had been a rough few days, Jack thought. Dragged back to 1941 with Tosh, he’d thought they might be trapped there but they’d made it back, only for time to start splintering.

Rhys died, the team mutinied, Owen killed him and he’d revived as the Hub began to crumble, courtesy of the now dangerously unstable Rift.

Then he’d sacrificed himself to defeat Abaddon, returning to life days later, his team guilt-ridden over their betrayal.

He needed a vacation.

As if on cue, he heard the sound he’d waited over a century to hear.

Somewhere above, the TARDIS was materialising.

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Chapter 54: The Sound Of…

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 276 – Sound at tw100. By popular request, a certain fluffy alien takes a starring role in this one.

I have two more drabbles for this prompt, both Ianto-centric.

Summary: Nosy is behaving a bit oddly…


It was a quiet day in the Hub. Mostly.

The team were busy at their various tasks, except Jack and Ianto, who were leaning on the railings outside Jack’s office, talking quietly.

Huff huff huff squeak.

Huff huff huff peep.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared as Nosy slithered past.

Huff huff huff peep.

“Why’s Nosy making that weird sound?” asked Tosh, looking concerned.

“Ah,” Ianto grinned, “Nosy heard me whistling to Myfanwy earlier. It’s been trying to copy me ever since, but I don’t think it’s quite got the hang of whistling yet.”

Huff huff huff peeeep.

The End

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Chapter 55: Silence Is…

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 276 – Sound at tw100, the first of two Ianto drabbles. The other one will be posted tomorrow.

Summary: Ianto is puzzled – and maybe a little worried.


Ianto stuck his finger in his ear, wiggling it around. Something wasn’t right. Everyone was going about their work in complete silence.

Except… When he looked more closely, they were obviously chatting to each other, he just couldn’t hear them. Which was odd, to say the least.

He jumped and spun around as someone grabbed his shoulder. Jack.

Jack’s mouth was moving but Ianto had never thought to learn lip-reading.

Jack sighed, taking the small artefact Ianto was holding. Sound flooded back in. Ianto looked questioningly at Jack.

“It’s a personal sound-dampening field.”

“Oh. That’s good. Thought I’d gone deaf.”

The End

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Chapter 56: Not So Silent Night

Author's Notes: My final drabble for Challenge 276 – Sound at tw100.

Summary: Ianto just wants to sleep, but something is keeping him awake.


Ianto was exhausted, head aching; he just wanted to sleep, but that sound was driving him insane.

Squeeeeeee! Honk. Squeeeeee! Honk. All the bloody time!

He turned over, trying to get comfortable.

Squeeeeeee! Honk. Squeeeeee! Honk.

Cursing, he rolled on his back. Nothing helped. There was no escape.

“You okay?” Jack asked from beside him.

“No. Is a bit of peace and quiet too much to ask for?”

“Sorry, can’t help you there.”

Ianto pulled his pillow over his head, but the sound continued.

Squeeeeeee! Honk. Squeeeeee! Honk.

Why did his nose whistle so irritatingly when he had a cold?

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Chapter 57: Treasured Possessions

Author's Notes: Only one drabble this week for Challenge 277 – Bottled at tw100. Quite a disappointment after last week. On the plus side, it's not a gloomy one!

Summary: It’s not just 21st century humans, is it, Jack?


Mooching around Ianto’s bedroom while Ianto was making the bed, Jack picked up a rather tattered something he hadn’t previously noticed.

“What on earth is this?”

That,” Ianto said with indignant emphasis, snatching the object in question from Jack’s hands, “is my teddy bear, Fred. I’ve had him since I was a baby.”

“You still keep your teddy?”

“Of course. He has great sentimental value.”

Jack snorted.

“21st century humans, getting sentimental over inanimate objects.”

“This from the man who keeps a bottled hand on a shelf and talks to it when he thinks no one can hear.”

Jack blushed.

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Chapter 58: The Disappearance Of Agatha

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 278 – Women’s History at tw100. I'll post the companion piece to this one in a minute.

Thanks to my amazing f-list who came to my rescue when I couldn’t come up with a single idea for this prompt. This and its companion piece are courtesy of tardisjournal, who suggested that Jack, in all his time travelling, must have met a few historical women - so here’s one!

Summary: Agatha Christie disappeared on Friday, December 3rd, 1926, and reappeared 11 days later. This is probably not what happened.


Agatha Christie met Jack Harkness only briefly. Stumbling from her car, still shaking from nearly hitting something, she was grabbed, there was a flash of brilliant light, and she was in the arms of a very handsome man.

He’d apparently been expecting her.

“Sorry about that. Let me buy you a drink.”

She never remembered her encounter, or knew what happened. One minute she was driving along a quiet lane in Surrey, the next she was checked into a Harrogate hotel under a false name, with no idea how she got there.

Only a handful of people knew the truth.

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Chapter 59: Returning Agatha

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 278 – Women’s History at tw100 and the companion piece to The Disappearance Of Agatha.

I might write more for this challenge as it's running for two weeks - and I now have lots of ideas, courtesy of my amazing f-list!

Summary: Sometimes Time Agency work is very straightforward.


Jack caught the famous author as she fell through the vortex. Other Time Agents were already dealing with the man who’d abducted her, planning to make his fortune by having her write novels he’d then pass off as his own.

“Sorry about that. Let me buy you a drink.”

Retcon had its uses. At least history was clear on when and where she would be found. All that was left was to put her in the Hydropathic Hotel and check her in — he knew the name to use and a bit more Retcon would deal with the staff.

Easy job.

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Chapter 60: The Sandwich Mystery

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 279 – Triangular at tw100. There will be at least one more, of dubious merit.

Apologies for the lack of drabbles the last couple of weeks. I couldn't come up with anything else for Women's History, and then last week's prompt failed to appear. I'll try to make up for it this week.

Summary: Jack is puzzled. Ianto is Ianto.




It was a gloriously warm, sunny spring day in Cardiff and they were determined to make the most of the good weather.

Jack leaned against the counter in Ianto’s kitchen, watching Ianto prepare food for their planned picnic, cutting the sandwiches diagonally into four neat triangular pieces.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Cut sandwiches in triangles.”

Ianto stared at the prepared sandwiches, then looked at Jack, bemused.

“I have absolutely no idea.”

Cutting the next one in squares, he stared at it.

“That just doesn’t look right.”

He quickly cut each square diagonally.

“That’s better.”

Jack laughed.

The End

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Chapter 61: Shapes

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 279 – Triangular at tw100. There will definitely be at least one more for this challenge.

Not sure about this one, I don't think it's one of my better drabbles.

Summary: Nosy is a fast learner.


“What are you two up to?” Ianto asked Tosh, who was talking animatedly to Nosy.

“I’m teaching Nosy about different shapes!” Tosh sounded rather pleased with herself.

Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Care to demonstrate?”

Tosh grinned. “Nosy, what shape is a wheel?”

Nosy squiggled around, nose to tail, until its body formed a circle.

“Very good!” She gave Nosy a grape. “What shape is an egg?”

More squiggling and Nosy settled into a rough oval, earning itself another grape.

“Impressive.”

“Bet you £10 it can’t do a triangle,” said Owen.

Nosy rearranged itself.

“Huh.”

“World’s first triangular Fluff!” Ianto smirked.

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Chapter 62: It’s Not Unusual – For Torchwood

Author's Notes: Written for biancaruth, for leaving the 100th review on my drabble collection at ff.net. She wanted something with Rhys learning about Torchwood....

I'm offering a drabble to the first person to leave a review on my drabbles here, lol!

Summary: Rhys finds out about the peculiar hazards of working for Torchwood.


“Nothing to worry about,” Ianto said cheerfully.

Rhys stared at Gwen in stunned disbelief.

“Happens a lot, does it?” He sounded a bit dazed.

“This exactly? Not to my knowledge. But similar things? All the time.”

Rhys kept staring.

“Could be worse,” Ianto attempted to reassure the stricken man. “Jack was a rabbit for almost two weeks, and Owen… Well, let’s just say orange really doesn’t suit him. Gwen’s fine, just a little shorter than usual.”

“A little? She’s five inches tall!”

“Tosh will fix it. On the bright side, her clothes shrunk with her.”

Rhys sat down.

“Bloody Torchwood.”

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Chapter 63: Object Unknown

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 279 – Triangular at tw100.

I just started writing with this one to see what would happen. I like the opening descriptions, but then I couldn’t think how to finish it and this happened. I’m considering a sequel…

Summary: Jack and Ianto find a strange but interesting object that has fallen through the rift.


It sat there, squat, grey and triangular, like an old, water-worn rock or a primitive sculpture. Jack poked it experimentally with a stick and the surface rippled, shimmering rainbow colours spreading in waves from the point of contact then fading to grey again.

“What is it?” Ianto asked, leaning back against the side of the SUV, hands in pockets.

“Damned if I know.” Jack prodded it again, watching the ripples of colour spread then fade. “Pretty though.”

He went to poke it again but an appendage unfurled, grabbing his stick.

“Stop poking,” the object rumbled, opening one large eye.

“Sorry.”

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Chapter 64: It’s Alive!

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 279 – Triangular at tw100.

By request, the sequel to 'Object Unknown'. I hope to write more about this alien, so there might be another drabble, or possibly a short fic. I'm sure he will pop up in other fics from time to time too. He will also be known as Bob in future.

Summary: Jack and Ianto bring their new acquisition back to the Hub.


Back at the Hub, Jack and Ianto set their burden down beside the rift pool.

“That came through the Rift?” asked Owen.

“Yep. Don’t poke it.”

“Why would I want to poke it?”

“Because it turns pretty colours when poked,” Jack replied.

“Okay, so then why shouldn’t I poke it?”

“He doesn’t like it.” Ianto set a plate of pebbles beside the triangular lump.

“He? It’s alive?”

“Yeah, we only found out when Jack started poking him. Apparently sunlight makes him very sleepy.”

“What are the pebbles for?”

“Dinner,” their new guest rumbled, opening its single eye and grinning toothily.

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Chapter 65: Nosewood

Author's Notes: This is entirely the fault of owensheart, who put the idea in my head. ;)

Summary: Nosewood, a secret team of alien-fighters with a fearless leader!


Captain Nosy the Fluff, fearless leader of Nosewood, lay on its desk, sipping coffee and looking out over its domain.

It had been a hard day, battling the scum of the universe, and its brave team were battered and tired but safe. Captain Fluff had come to their rescue in the nick of time, tricking the vicious aliens that had its team surrounded. The humans had rallied behind their Captain, throwing themselves into the fray; their defeat of the foe had been swift and final.


Jack watched Nosy twitching in its sleep.

“I wonder what Nosy’s dreaming about,” he mused.

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Chapter 66: Overwhelmed

Author's Notes: My first (and possibly only) drabble for Challenge 280 – Bad Advice at tw100.

Not what I wanted to write for this prompt, but try as I might, I couldn’t make a fluffy Nosy-Verse drabble out of it. Apologies for the angst.

Summary: Tosh knows she should never have listened to Mary in the first place…


It was her own fault really. She’d let Mary persuade her to wear the pendant — again.

“You need to go somewhere public, somewhere crowded.”

So she had and now she’d heard something she couldn’t ignore, something she had no choice but to try to prevent. You can’t overhear someone planning murder and just ignore it.

Now she was here, trying to stop a complete stranger from murdering his ex-wife and child. How was she ever going to explain this to the police — to Jack?

Why had she ever listened to Mary? She’d heard too much already, but she couldn’t stop…

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Chapter 67: Elusive Butterfly

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100. This is based, loosely, on my own experience with a hitch-hiking dragonfly.

Summary: Catching the alien is sometimes a bit unpredictable…


Just to be different, this time the Rift spat out the alien equivalent of a butterfly — 30cm across, four lacy, pastel coloured wings and tentacles for legs.

Chasing it proved exhausting and fruitless, until…

“Oh, well done! You caught it! I think it likes you.” Jack sounded half impressed, half jealous as he ushered Ianto into the SUV.



“Not a word from anyone, or you’ll all be on permanent decaf!” Ianto snarled, stepping into the Hub a short while later, the alien perched at a jaunty angle on his head like an Easter bonnet.

Owen fell off his chair laughing.

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Chapter 68: Night Fright

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100, and the first of a pair. The second will be posted directly after this one.

I still have two more written for this challenge!

Summary: It’s the little things that are the scariest…


Owen was on overnight duty, tucked up in the bottom bunk while Nosy snoozed on the top one.

Jack and Ianto had gone out to dinner, arriving home after midnight and heading towards their quarters when a loud shriek and a series of crashes sent them racing for the Night Duty Room, drawing their guns.

The sight that met their eyes was not what they expected.

“What the hell happened?” Jack demanded.

Owen sat up on the floor, rubbing his sore head.

“Nosy saw a moth.”

A fluffy head poked cautiously out of Owen’s bunk.

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Scaredy-Fluff.”

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Chapter 69: Night Fright – Owen’s POV

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100, and the second of a pair - the first is the chapter before this one.

Summary: Owen's having a rough night.


Owen was sound asleep, snug in the comfy bottom bunk with Nosy snoozing above when there was an alarmed squeak from overhead and something fuzzy slid under his duvet, scaring the life out of him.

With a decidedly girly shriek, he scrambled away from the intruder, got tangled in his bedding and fell out of bed, hitting his head on the bedside table and knocking it over with a resounding crash.

“What the hell was that for?” He eyed the quivering, duvet covered mound on his bed as something soft fluttered around his head in the half-light.

“A moth? Seriously?”

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Chapter 70: Adhesive Butterfly – Sequel to ‘Elusive Butterfly’

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100. This one's the sequel to 'Elusive Butterfly'. I'm in two minds about trying to write another of these...

I do have another, unrelated drabble, a serious one which I hope to post tomorrow.

Summary: Ianto considers his new accessory.


The alien butterfly flatly refused to shift. Clamped onto Ianto’s head firmly, yet painlessly, it seemed content to remain there permanently. Which was disconcerting, and a downright nuisance whenever the occasional shift of position caused its wings to cover his eyes. Catching sight of his reflection in one of the computer monitors, Ianto thought the damned thing resembled one of the fancy hats worn at Ascot on Ladies Day. It really didn’t suit him.

The others couldn’t look at him without giggling, and Jack seemed oddly envious.

On the other hand, all those legs gave a pretty good scalp massage.

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Chapter 71: Mara

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100, and the only serious one. I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out.

Summary: Looks can be deceiving.


They look so charming, delicate and innocent; pretty little fairy folk with butterfly wings, flitting about in the moonlit woods, playful, laughter like tinkling bells.

But it’s a lie, part illusion and part deception, a disguise for something dark, ancient and primal. Not entirely evil, just other; creatures from the oldest tales and nightmares, warped and wizened, their nature and motives beyond human comprehension.

Most of all, they’re dangerous. They take what they want, they can neither be reasoned with nor appealed to, and they must never be crossed. All of time is their playground, there is nowhere to hide.

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Chapter 72: Impulsive Butterfly

Author's Notes: Well look at that, I wrote another one! This is my sixth drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100, and a direct sequel to 'Adhesive Butterfly'. This saga will probably continue, because it's fun!

Summary: Jack wants to reclaim Ianto – and gets an unexpected bonus!


Jack felt he’d been patient long enough. The alien butterfly was monopolising his Ianto and while he though Ianto looked quite charming adorned as he was, enough was enough.

So, while Ianto waited patiently for the coffee to brew, Jack pounced, kissing him so thoroughly his knees buckled and he would have slid to the floor if Jack hadn’t been holding him up.

Finally separating several very enjoyable minutes later, they discovered that Jack was now wearing the butterfly. Apparently it had suddenly decided to switch perches while they weren’t paying attention.

Ianto smiled smugly. It was Jack’s problem now.

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Chapter 73: Decorative Butterfly - Sequel To 'Impulsive Butterfly'

Author's Notes: This is, I think, my seventh drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100. In the absence of a new challenge, I figure this one is still fair game and I was planning to continue the series anyway, so here's the next one. It follows straight on from 'Impulsive Butterfly' and is the fourth (but definitely not the last) in the Butterfly Series.

Summary: Jack’s finally got Torchwood’s new addition all to himself…


Jack seemed delighted with his new headgear.

Ianto watched with amusement as his lover pranced about the Hub, checking out his appearance in every reflective surface.

“It suits me, don’t you think?” Jack asked, striking a dramatic pose. “This would be the height of fashion on Zelmaxus IV.”

“Yes, Jack, you look very pretty,” Ianto agreed with a smirk. “Having an alien butterfly on your head might prove a trifle awkward if you have to go out on a Rift alert though.”

Jack looked thoughtful.

“Maybe I could camouflage it.”

Ianto wondered if the butterfly was regretting its rash decision.

The End

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Chapter 74: Transmissive Butterfly

Author's Notes: My eighth (I think) drabble for Challenge 281 – Lepidoptera at tw100, this follows straight on from 'Decorative Butterfly'.

For DarqueQueen7 over on ff.net. I couldn’t use the title she suggested because I wanted to keep to the theme I’d set with the earlier titles, but it fitted Tosh so perfectly I decided to use it in the drabble.

Summary: The butterfly seeks a less energetic ‘perch’.


Thankfully, Jack had calmed down a bit by the time the Rift alarm went off a couple of hours later and the butterfly was sitting quietly on his head instead of fluttering agitatedly.

He strode over to Tosh’s station and leaned over her shoulder to look at her monitor.

“What have we got, Tosh?”

“Rift spike over by Central Station, looks like whatever came through is inanimate but fairly big.”

Jack straightened up and blinked. The butterfly was now perched, calmly preening, on top of Tosh’s head.

“Huh.” Jack glared at it then grinned. “Looks good on you, Madame Butterfly!”

The End

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Chapter 75: Everyone Has Them

Author's Notes: New prompt! Yay!

My first drabble for Challenge 282 – Parents at tw100. I couldn't think what to write for this one, then I got two ideas in quick succession. This one is my second idea, but I decided to post it first and leave the funny one for tomorrow...

Summary: Everyone has them, but all are different…


Parents. Everyone has them.

Gwen’s are loving, caring, devoted to their only child.

Jack’s are long gone, yet at the same time haven’t even been born yet. As much a paradox as he is.

Tosh seldom gets to see hers; part of the deal made by Jack in order to free her from the UNIT prison.

Ianto’s are dead. A father too demanding and a mother too weak to shield him from his father’s temper.

As for Owen, he doesn’t even remember his father, and wishes he could forget the look on his mother’s face the day he turned sixteen…

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Chapter 76: Night Feeds

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 282 – Parents at tw100.

I have no idea if I'll write anything else for this week's challenge - I don't have any more bunnies for the prompt at the moment, but knowing the way they sneak up on me, it's always possible I'll think of something else before the deadline...

Summary: Ianto and Jack struggle to satisfy a hungry infant.

This is either a sequel or a prequel to my drabble 'Feeding Time' - I can't decide.


“Are you sure these night feeds are necessary?” Jack asked through a huge yawn.

“How the Hell am I supposed to know?” Ianto snapped peevishly, dragging himself from their bed. “I’ve never been a parent before! Anyway, even if they’re not, how’s anyone supposed to sleep through that racket?”

He dragged himself wearily towards the source of the screeching.

“Alright already, I’m getting your food! Can’t you just be patient for a minute? I’ll kill Owen for this. He can feed you tomorrow night. Here.”

Baby Myfanwy flapped her stubby wings and snatched the meat scrap from Ianto’s giant tweezers.

The End

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Chapter 77: Sneak Thief

Author's Notes: Written For: Quiet Time, for leaving the 200th review on my ff.net drabble collection.

Summary: Nosy is curious about Owen’s odd habit….


Nosy had noticed Owen often seemed to be chewing something, and was naturally curious. It had been watching for days, and now it saw Owen unwrap something from silvery paper.

“Owen, can you spare a minute?” called Jack from his office.

Cursing under his breath, Owen put down the paper and its contents.

“What is it now?” he grumbled, heading up the steps.

As soon as Owen had gone, Nosy slunk forward and sniffed. Minty! It delicately picked up the strange thing and started chewing.


A few minutes later, Owen returned to his workstation.

“’Ere, who’s pinched my chewing gum?”

The End

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Chapter 78: Sneak Thief Revealed

Author's Notes: A sequel to ‘Sneak Thief’, because I couldn't leave it there.

Summary: The Sneak Thief is identified…


As Ianto emerged from the archives with some files for Jack, Nosy slithered past, chewing on something. Ianto watched for a moment, then shrugged and headed for Jack’s office.

Emerging thirty minutes later, he spotted Nosy by the couch, still chewing. Frowning in puzzlement, he continued to the kitchen to make coffee.

He passed Nosy, who was still chewing, on his way his way to hand out the coffees. Noticing that Owen was also busily chewing, something clicked.

“Owen, I think I know who stole your gum earlier.” He pointed at Nosy.

“Damn! Good thing it wasn’t bubblegum,” Owen muttered.

The End

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Chapter 79: Accidental Parenthood

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 282 – Parents at tw100.

By popular demand, here is the prequel to my drabbles ‘Night Feeds’ and ‘Feeding Time’.

Summary: An accident with alien tech creates a small problem…


It all happened in a flash — literally.

Tosh was examining a piece of alien tech they’d retrieved. Owen dodged to avoid stepping on Nosy and tripped over his chair, knocking the tech to the floor.

A blinding flash of white light shot upwards, there was a startled squawk and suddenly Myfanwy was on the ground, glowing brightly and visibly shrinking.

Ianto thought later that if she had simply shrunk it wouldn’t have been too bad, but when the glow faded instead of an adult pteranodon there sat a small, newly hatched, hungry chick, convinced he and Jack were its parents.

Continued in ‘Night Feeds’

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Chapter 80: A Sticky Problem

Author's Notes: The first of a four-part mini drabble series. I'll hopefully be posted one a day, so look out for part 2 tomorrow...

Summary: Nosy is afflicted by a mysterious stickiness…


Ianto was relaxing on the couch, reading a file, when Nosy draped itself over his lap, humming disconsolately.

Still reading, Ianto dropped one hand to Nosy’s head to pet it, and encountered something unpleasantly sticky tangled in the silky fluff.

“What on earth…?”

Setting the file aside, he took a closer look. Several grey, sticky lumps were stuck in the fur on Nosy’s head. Ianto prodded one.

“Yuk! Owen, get over here!”

“Now what?”

“Care to explain why Nosy has chewing gum stuck in its fur?”

“I wondered where that kept disappearing to.”

“Well, now you know,” Ianto smirked evilly.

TBC in ‘A Sticky Situation’

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Chapter 81: A Sticky Situation

Author's Notes: The second part in my drabble mini-series, and the sequel To ‘A Sticky Problem’. There will be two more parts after this one.

Summary: Nosy is gummy, Ianto is displeased, Owen is in trouble…


Owen looked closely at Nosy. Yep, that was definitely chewing gum and since he was the only one who indulged (or at least the only one who stuck used gum under the nearest table), it was a safe bet that it was his gum. He was starting to get worried; Ianto had a decidedly evil smirk on his face.

“Well, since you admit it’s your gum, I guess you should have the pleasure of removing it from Nosy’s fur.”

“What? How do I do that?”

“Very carefully. Jack will not be pleased if Nosy starts looking like a motheaten rug.”

TBC in ‘A Sticky Solution’

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Chapter 82: A Sticky Solution

Author's Notes: The third in my drabble mini-series, sequel to 'A Sticky Situation'. There will be one more part, hopefully tomorrow.

Summary: Owen de-gums Nosy.


“Have fun!” Ianto smirked. He patted Nosy, carefully avoiding the gummy bits, and sauntered off.

“Oh, great. Come on you.” Owen headed for the autopsy bay, Nosy slinking along behind him.

OoOoO

Arranging Nosy on the autopsy table, Owen draped surgical cloths around the gummy areas, and prepared to start work.

Grabbing a blob of gum with his forceps, he applied an alien solvent and carefully started teasing the fur away. It was slow, painstaking work, but he didn’t want to cut off big clumps of fluff. Ianto was right, Jack would notice and then Owen would really be in trouble.

TBC in ‘Unstuck’

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Chapter 83: Unstuck

Author's Notes: The final part of my drabble mini-series, sequel to 'A Sticky Solution'. I hope everybody has enjoyed it!

Summary: Nosy is restored to fluffiness.


Owen dropped the last blob of gum into a dish, put down his forceps and uncovered Nosy.

“Now for the final part of the procedure.”

Fetching a bowl of warm water and the bottle of baby shampoo he used for his rats, he dampened Nosy’s head, added a drop of shampoo and worked up a good lather. A quick rinse, a spot of conditioner combed through the fluffy fur, and a thorough final rinse had Nosy looking… soggy.

“Better than being sticky, right?”

Nosy shook itself vigorously, soaking Owen, then slithered off the table and up the steps.

“You’re welcome!”

The End (I think)

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Chapter 84: Burnt Offerings

Author's Notes: My only drabble for Challenge 283 – Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Fire at tw100. I've tried all week to come up with something for this prompt, but I kept coming back to the one thing that immediately came to mind. Humble apologies...

Summary: Ianto still doesn’t like camping…


Ianto gingerly poked a stick into the campfire, rolling a charred sausage towards him. When it was close enough, he stabbed it with a fork and deposited it on a plate with several other sausage-shaped cinders.

He glared at Jack.

“I hope you’re not expecting these to be edible.”

“Sorry.” Jack looked sheepish.

“What on earth possessed you to try flipping sausages?”

“I saw a chef doing it on TV. He looked really cool, tossing and catching them. I thought I could do it.”

Ianto groaned. “No more TV, you’re too easily influenced.”

“At least we still have the beans!”

The End

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Chapter 85: The Language Of Vegetables

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 284 – Floriography at tw100. When I say 'first' I mean 'only' - so far, anyway. I'll have to wait and see if inspiration strikes again...

Summary: Ianto and Jack have a conversation while shopping.


Browsing the supermarket produce section with Ianto, Jack prodded at a lettuce.

“Back in Victorian times, lettuces symbolised cold-heartedness.”

If Ianto was surprised by Jack’s random comment, it didn’t show.

“So if you wanted to tell someone they were cold-hearted, you’d give them a lettuce?”

“Something like that I guess.”

“Bizarre. How about cabbages?”

“Profit.”

Ianto nodded sagely. “Sounds about right. Lot of money in cabbages.”

Jack laughed.

“So, if I were to give you this,” Ianto waved a cucumber at Jack, “What would that mean?”

“That I’m onto a sure thing tonight?” Jack sounded hopeful.

Ianto winked. “Could be.”

The End

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Chapter 86: Trash Or Treasure?

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 285 – One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Treasure at tw100. I'm hoping to manage more than one drabble this week, though I might write a random drabble rather than another for this prompt. We'll see. I have a week to decide!

Summary: Trash or Treasure? It depends on your perspective.


Late one night, Ianto was busy collecting rubbish from around the Hub before switching everything to night mode.

Retrieving a mug from Owen’s messy desk, he headed for the kitchen, returning to find Nosy rummaging in the bag of rubbish.

“Nosy, what are you doing? Get out of there!”

Nosy backed out of the bag, something unidentifiable clutched in its mouth, and slithered towards its play area. Curious, Ianto followed, watching as Nosy carefully placed its rescued object on a narrow ledge, beside an array of similar objects.

Bottle caps.

Ianto smiled.

One man’s trash was treasure to a Fluff!

The End

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Chapter 87: A Rare Treasure

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 285 – One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Treasure at tw100. This was inspired by in_motu_proprio over on livejournal. Thank you! I wrote it in 5 minutes!

Summary: Jack thinks Tosh deserves much more than she gets.


Jack watched Tosh carefully in the aftermath of Mary. It was so unfair. Time after time, she was tossed aside like yesterday’s newspaper, her heart broken by people like Mary who only wanted to use her, or like Owen who barely noticed she existed except when he needed her help with something.

Yet each time, she bravely picked up the pieces of her shattered heart and carried on, somehow keeping hope alive.

Brave, brilliant and beautiful, Jack knew she was a rare treasure, he just hoped that someday someone would see her true worth and cherish her as she deserved.

The End

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Chapter 88: Blue Is The Colour…

Author's Notes: My one and only drabble for Challenge 286 – True Blue at tw100. I struggled with this one, but I made it just in time. Not my best work, I don't think, it's a bit rushed, but at least I wrote something, so Yay!

Summary: Jack is blue. Owen is amused


Saving Cardiff from rampaging aliens wasn’t unusual for Torchwood, the Rift saw to that.

It wasn’t even that unusual for aliens to explode unexpectedly — earth conditions were hazardous to the health of many non-terrestrial species, so Torchwood had become adept at getting various kinds of alien gloop off clothing, pavements and people. Sometimes the gloop stained, but Ianto was amazingly good at stain removal. Usually.

Not this time though. Jack was bright blue and apparently there was nothing that could be done.

Owen, of course, found it hilarious.

“Guess you really are a true blue hero,” he sniggered.

“Bite me!”

The End

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Chapter 89: Not So ‘Super’ Man

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 287 – Superman at tw100. I think I like this prompt, so I'm hoping to write at least one more this week. We'll see if I actually succeed.

Summary: Ianto watches Jack on a roof and ponders.


Tipping his head back, Ianto looked up at Jack, standing on the edge of one of his favourite roofs, coat whipping around his legs in the wind like a superhero’s cape.

Smirking, he imagined Gwen would see Jack as Superman, the pure and perfect hero, always saving the day. But there was a darkness in Jack. For all his immortality, he was merely a man struggling to do the best job he could of protecting his adopted city.

More like Batman really. Underground, cave-like base, standing on roofs at night…

Ianto paused, rolling his eyes.

“Guess that means I’m Alfred.”

The End

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Chapter 90: More Than He Seems

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 287 – Superman at tw100. Not sure where this one came from. I'd hoped to get a couple of humorous drabbles written this week, but it hasn't happened, I've been too stressed to focus. So when the beginnings of this one popped into my head last night I scrambled to write it. Not entirely happy with the title or the last line, but I got what I was aiming for, I think, and it's the best I can manage without exceeding the word count.

Summary: He stands in the background and studies his hero.


Look at him, standing there staring out across his city, his home.

Tall, broad shouldered, standing straight and proud, head up as though scenting the air for trouble. A handsome man, dressed distinctively, his choice of clothing his armour against the world, a disguise to hide behind so that no one sees the real man.

There’s an air of mystery around him. He’s both more and less than he seems. Few people really know or understand him and he likes it that way.

Jack smiles. The world may only see Clark Kent, but looking at Ianto Jones, Jack sees Superman.

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Chapter 91: Mending Stuart’s Leg

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. This one has potential - a good thing as it's running for 4 weeks! I have a bunch of good episode titles to choose from, and several vague ideas of what I might do with them.... This one was just irresistible!

Summary: Jack can’t keep his hands to himself; Ianto deals with the consequences.


“It’s not my fault!” Jack whined. “I just touched it and it came right off in my hand!”

“What were you doing touching it in the first place?” Ianto sounded exasperated. “You know Stuart’s off limits, on Owen’s orders. He’s very old and fragile. I told Owen he should be kept at home, but apparently he was putting girls off when he was in Owen’s bedroom. One even complained Stuart was leering at her.” Ianto considered Stuart for a moment. “She has a point.”

“What do I do? Owen will kill me!”

“Give me the leg, I’ll mend the skeleton.”

The End

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Chapter 92: Picking Up The Pieces

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'm working on several other ideas, so there may be more. There are such brilliant titles to play with!

Summary: Owen is grumbling about the job. Again.


“Some days I feel like a litter collector,” Owen grumbled, picking up another fragment of something that had been ejected from the rift with so much force it had shattered. “Might as well be pushing one of those bins labelled ‘Keep Britain Tidy’. I didn’t join Torchwood to be a janitor.”

“Quit moaning, Owen.” Jack teased a fragment out of a nearby wall. “It doesn’t look like much now, but if one tiny bit is found by the wrong person it could advance science prematurely by centuries, completing wrecking timelines. We’re not just keeping Britain tidy, we’re preserving the future.”

The End

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Chapter 93: Defrosting Day

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100 - and I have another one for tomorrow! Did I mention I rather like this prompt? I'm playing around with a couple of other ideas too, but I don't know if anything will come of them.

Summary: Owen is being less than tactful, so Tosh sets him straight.


“It’s that day again,” Owen announced breezily, striding into the Hub. “Time to defrost Frozen Turkey guy. How time flies. Seems like we stuffed him back in the freezer only yesterday.”

Tosh was appalled. “He has a name, Owen; Tommy Brockless. You could at least try to show him some respect.”

Owen raised his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, Tosh, just trying to inject some humour into the situation.”

“Well don’t. Tommy deserves more than cheap jokes. He only gets to live one day a year, it’s up to us to make that day worth living.”

Owen sobered.

“Yeah, okay.”

The End

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Chapter 94: Cheering Up Gordon

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'm having a good drabbling week. I have a couple more that just need checking and polishing, they're not quite what I was aiming for, but about as close as I can get with the word limit. Still working on a final one and I've had to leave a lot of titles I would have liked to try, but next week will be a whole new batch of titles to choose from. I'm excited about that!

Summary: Owen is concerned about one of his charges.


Wandering into the hothouse, Ianto found Owen standing near one of his plants, looking troubled.

“Problems?” he asked casually.

“I think something’s wrong with Gordon.”

Ianto didn’t bat an eyelash, having long since become used to Owen naming his alien plants. He moved to stand beside his colleague.

“How so?”

“Not sure. He just seems down.”

Truthfully, Gordon did look rather droopy.

“Maybe he just needs cheering up.”

“How do you cheer up a plant?”

Ianto shrugged. “Not my area of expertise. You’ll think of something.”

Owen thought then moved Gordon to the window overlooking the Hub.

Surprisingly, it worked!

The End


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Chapter 95: The Art Of Concealment

Author's Notes: My... Um... 5th? drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I've done a final tune-up and I'm happier with it now, some of the phrasing was a bit clunky before. Still not perfect, but then again, sometimes I'm too picky.

In other news, the pit of gloom drabble is no more. I ditched the second half and re-wrote it so it's closer to what I originally wanted. It's quite a cheery, positive piece now and will be posted tomorrow. Then I have something quite daft and cracky for Monday.

Summary: Vague spoilers for Cyberwoman.
Ianto considers strategies as he keeps Lisa hidden.


It hadn’t taken Ianto long to realise the best way of keeping Lisa hidden was to make himself invisible.

Never one to draw attention to himself, he quickly learned to blend into the background, being indispensable while going about his tasks unnoticed.

It was simple. Most of the team barely noticed him as long as whatever they needed appeared when, or better yet, before they needed it.

Jack’s attention, however, proved impossible to avoid; different tactics were required.

So Ianto encouraged him, flirting, leading him on, diverting his attention.

Sometimes, he mused, the art of concealment is all about misdirection.

The End

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Chapter 96: In The Service Of Humanity

Author's Notes: My 6th drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. There will be one more, to be posted tomorrow.

Summary: Jack thinks about the difference between Torchwoods One and Three. (After several re-writes, I managed to rescue this one from the pit of gloom it had sunk into, thanks to my good friend timelordshines. This version is much closer to what I wanted, and hopefully not gloomy.)

General spoilers for Fragments and Doctor Who Army Of Ghosts/Doomsday.


Torchwood One grew too big for their boots, its leaders forgetting the Institute’s true purpose — to protect earth from alien threats — in their greedy quest for more power over the rest of humanity, regardless of the cost. When Canary Wharf fell, Jack felt guilty for momentarily thinking they’d got what they deserved. So many innocent lives lost…

On taking charge of Three, Jack had declared they would cease following One’s lead. They would be better; loyal, brave, compassionate, eliminating threats while defending the innocent, regardless of species.

Now, despite being battle-scarred and broken by life, his team make him proud.

The End

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Chapter 97: The Domino Effect

Author's Notes: My 7th and final drabble for Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. Apologies for the tense this one’s written in, it refused to be written any other way!

The new challenge is up, same as last week's but using the titles from series 9 to 16 of the show as prompts. I'm spoiled for choice! I think I have 5 definite ideas so far, and about 30 potential titles.... I may do some at a later date, after this reverse-fandom challenge is over, because there simply isn't enough time to write something for all the ones I like the look of (plus there were several from last week's batch that I didn't get written but I'd still like to take a stab at them at some point.)

Have I mentioned how much I'm loving this challenge?

Summary: It’s amazing how much chaos can be caused by one tiny mishap…


One quiet day at Torchwood, Ianto’s carrying a tray of coffee for the team’s afternoon caffeine fix, when he trips over Nosy.

Nosy squeaks and shoots forward, knocking Gwen off balance, sending her stumbling backwards. Tripping over her own feet, she lands in Tosh’s lap, her elbow hitting the computer keyboard and turning Tosh’s programming into gibberish.

Meanwhile, five mugs of coffee arc through the air, spraying their scalding contents over Jack, who staggers backwards, hits the railing above the autopsy bay and tumbles over, landing on Owen and the corpse he’s dissecting.

Ianto regards the chaos, wide eyed.

“Whoops.”

The End

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Chapter 98: Stop That Castle!

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100, this time using titles from series 9-16 as prompts. I have 4 written so far, so let's see if I can manage as many as last week!

Summary: Another bunch of aliens are up to no good in Cardiff.


Living on the Rift meant Torchwood were accustomed to peculiar happenings, from minor incidents all the way up to potentially world-ending scenarios, but to Jack’s knowledge, this was the first time aliens had ever tried to steal Cardiff Castle.

They needed to get it back, fast, preferably before anyone noticed it was missing. Tosh had set up a holographic projection so that from a distance it still appeared to be there, but if anyone got too close…

Four aliens, carrying the miniaturised castle, fled along the street, the Torchwood team in hot pursuit.

Stealing tourist attractions would not be tolerated.

The End

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Chapter 99: The Kiss

Author's Notes: My second drabble for week two of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100.

Summary: An old lady finds new inspiration for her romantic daydreams.


Mavis Poskitt had never married.

There had been suitors a-plenty back when she was young, but her beau had died in the war and none of the others could hold a candle to his memory.

She lived out her dreams of romance through the pages of lurid novels, full of manly men and maidens with heaving bosoms; until she moved house.

That’s when she first saw them, late one night, under a streetlight. Her handsome young neighbour and his dashing boyfriend, locked in a passionate embrace.

It set her old heart a-flutter!

Now her daydreams are all about that kiss!

The End

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Chapter 100: Name-Dropping

Author's Notes: I've lost count - is this my 3rd drabble for week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100?

Anyway, for this one I used the episode title 'The Man Who Nearly Knew Pavarotti' as my prompt.

Summary: Jack and Ianto tell each other about famous people they’ve ‘met’.


Browsing his record collection one evening for something to play, Jack turned to Ianto.

“Did I ever tell you I knew Pavarotti?”

“Really? What was he like?”

“Well, I didn’t really know him as such, but I met him. Once. In passing. Okay, I nearly bumped into him outside a restaurant in London.”

“Ah.” Ianto smiled. “So you knew Pavarotti the way I know Charlotte Church.”

Jack looked intrigued.

“Saw her once from behind when she was opening a summer fair. Could’ve reached out and touched her but a crowd was in the way.”

Jack laughed.

“Yeah. Exactly like that.”

The End

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Chapter 101: Come Back, Jack Harry Teesdale

Author's Notes: My 4th drabble for Week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100.

Tomorrow I will be posting a sad one - you have been warned.

Summary: The team get a brief glimpse into Jack’s post-war past.


Ianto came up from the archives chuckling, waving an old newspaper.

“You lot have got to see this!”

Gathering around him, they looked at the paper, The South Glamorgan Gazette, 20th August 1949.

The front page held a grainy photograph captioned ‘Jack Harry Teesdale of Cardiff displays his prize-winning leek at the South Glamorgan Agricultural Show.’

Jack, dressed in his usual attire minus the coat, beamed out at them from under a flat cap, holding up a gigantic leek.

Everyone giggled.

“Teesdale?” inquired Ianto.

Jack was unapologetic.

“Couldn’t use my real name. I won ten shillings for Best In Show!”

The End

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Chapter 102: Situations Vacant

Author's Notes: My 5th drabble for Challenge 288– Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100.

This is a sad one, folks. Spoilers for Exit Wounds.

On a brighter note, I still have three more (all more cheerful than this one) to post. That will make 8 for Week 2 of this challenge. There are two more weeks to go and I'm hoping to get at least 7 written for each week. Wish me luck!

Summary: In the aftermath of Exit Wounds, Jack roams the Hub late at night.


All was dark and silent; Gwen had long since gone home and Ianto was sleeping fitfully in Jack’s bunk.

Jack couldn’t sleep; the events of the past 24 hours — or was it two thousand years? — whirling through his mind in an endless loop.

Pausing by Tosh’s workstation, he ran fingertips over her keyboard. The thought flashed into his mind: She’d never use it again.

Finally stepping into the autopsy bay, once Owen’s domain, he stopped. Ianto had cleaned, scrubbing until his hands were raw, but in his mind Jack could still see blood.

And empty places where friends should be.

The End

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Chapter 103: A Mystifying Phone Call

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I still have two more to post here for this week o.O

Summary: Ianto can’t help listening in on Jack’s phone call.


Ianto hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on Jack’s phone call; it was unavoidable.

“That’s right.” A pause. “No, just the bottom. Extra reinforcement, heavy-duty if possible. It needs to hold up under rigorous use.” Another pause while Jack listened.

“What’s the largest size?” A brief silence, then, “Seriously? I think that might be a bit too big. What’s the next size down?”

Ianto was completely baffled by now.

“Sounds perfect. Can you have it ready by Friday? Splendid. See you then.”

As Jack hung up, Ianto asked, “What was that about?”

Jack smirked.

“Can’t tell you, it would spoil the surprise.”

The End

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Chapter 104: Once In A Moonlit Junkyard

Author's Notes: Drabble number 7 for Week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. There's still one more for Week 2 of the challenge and so far I have three written for Week 3. I'm off to a good start!

Summary: Another night, another Weevil hunt…


The long, exhausting chase ended in a rundown junkyard at the edge of town, their quarry cornered amid piles of rusting metal.

Moonlight shone down on proceedings, lending everything an ethereal glow.

The Weevil snarled, swinging its head from side to side, looking for a way out but not finding one. Even so, taking it down was no picnic.

When they finally had it sedated and restrained, Jack turned to Ianto, smiling softly. “Not exactly the romantic dinner I’d planned.”

Ianto smirked. “Romance is overrated. Right now I’d settle for chips and a beer.”

Jack laughed. “Sounds like a plan!”

The End

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Chapter 105: One Sunny Day

Author's Notes: My eighth and final drabble for Week 2 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. That means tomorrow I can start posting my Week 3 drabbles here! There are 6 written so far...

Summary: The sun’s shining, they have a day off, it should be heaven, shouldn’t it?


Glorious weather on their day off had Jack and Ianto heading for the park to enjoy the sun. Apparently, most of Cardiff had the same idea.

People were everywhere, sunbathing, or playing football and Frisbee. Radios tuned to a dozen stations competed with raucous laughter and screaming children.

Jack sighed heavily.

“We should have gone to the beach.”

Ianto peered over the top of his sunglasses.

“The beach would have been just as crowded and we’d have been stuck in traffic getting there.”

Jack huffed.

Ianto just rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and eat your ice cream before it melts.”

The End

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Chapter 106: A Chaise Longue Too Far

Author's Notes: The first of my drabbles for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I've actually lost count of how many I've written for this week...

Summary: Ianto takes Jack furniture shopping…


Shopping with Jack was usually a pleasure, not to mention highly entertaining, but buying furniture for their new flat was turning into an exercise in frustration.

It wasn’t even that Ianto didn’t approve of Jack’s rather eclectic taste in furnishings, it was more a case of Jack wanting to buy everything they both liked. Ianto couldn’t seem to make him understand that there simply wasn’t enough room.

“We don’t live in a TARDIS, Jack! If we buy all of this stuff, there won’t be room for us!”

“You think the chaise longue is too much then?”

“Yeah, just a bit.”

The End

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Chapter 107: The Coming Of The Beast

Author's Notes: This is my second drabble for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. It's also my only canon-based drabble this week. Well, unless I write another. There's still time!

Summary: Jack reflects on Abaddon’s release as he goes to confront the beast. Spoilers for End of Days.


Abaddon the devourer, freed from his prison to walk the earth, bringing death wherever his shadow touched.

And it was their fault. His team, the people he’d picked, the ones he’d trusted the most. Somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to blame them.

They’d been used, manipulated, tricked into believing that only by opening the Rift could they save the world from certain destruction and get their loved ones back.

Manger had played them all, one monster bound and determined to release another.

Jack could only pray that his overabundance of life would be enough to defeat the beast.

The End

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Chapter 108: The Thing In Wesley’s Shed

Author's Notes: Okay, this is the third of TEN drabbles I've written for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100, and I didn't even use all the titles I had ideas for. I'm saving some for later, I'm sure they'll serve me well when the prompt of the week isn't proving very inspiring.

Summary: A Cardiff citizen finds something strange in his shed one day.


One morning, Wesley found a thing in his shed. It hadn’t been there the night before, he was sure. It was green and purple, went ‘ping, ping, blip’ and bounced up and down.

Being the cautious sort, Wesley called the police.

A constable came, looked at the thing and then called Torchwood.

Two blokes arrived in a big black car. Wesley showed them the thing.

“Haven’t seen one of those in years!” said one. They thanked Wesley and left, taking the thing with them.

Wesley just shrugged.

“Can’t be having strange things in my shed, what would the wife think?”

The End

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Chapter 109: How To Create A Monster

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I still have another 6 to post!

Summary: The team discover that even Ianto’s patience has its limits.


When he discovered Jack’s clothes on the floor, Ianto tutted and put them away.

When Owen spread goo all over the autopsy bay, Ianto merely rolled his eyes and started cleaning.

Even when Gwen, going to the archives for a file, left the contents of two cabinets strewn everywhere before remembering she hadn’t given it to Ianto in the first place, she only got a stern reprimand.

But when Ianto discovered someone had raided his stash and eaten the muffin he’d bought for lunch, he blew up.

“That’s it, you’re on decaf for life!”

Jack winced. “We’ve created a monster!”

The End

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Chapter 110: The Great Escape

Author's Notes: I think this one's my fifth drabble for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'll post the sequel tomorrow.

Summary: Ianto’s had more than enough and decides to escape.


The Hub was in chaos. Myfanwy had taken offence at something and was flapping and screeching, scattering papers everywhere, while Owen and Gwen were having a very loud argument about… Well, Ianto hadn’t bothered to listen so he had no idea what it was about, he just knew he didn’t want anything to do with it. Or with them.

He grabbed his coat and headed for the cog door, only to find Jack at his side.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving home, forever. Might be back by teatime.”

Jack winced at a particularly loud screech.

“Can I come too?”

TBC in ‘Nowhere Particular’

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Chapter 111: Nowhere Particular – Sequel To ‘The Great Escape’

Author's Notes: My sixth (I think) drabble for Challenge 288, Week 3 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'll be posting a pair tomorrow because they were both for the same prompt and they work best as a single story.

Tosh joins the escapees in their bid for freedom.


Strolling across the Plas, Jack glanced at Ianto. The stressed look on his face was fading as he started to relax.

“So, where are we going?”

“Hadn’t planned on anywhere in particular, I just wanted to be somewhere that isn’t the Hub,” Ianto admitted.

“Good call. If I’d had to listen to that racket much longer I’d have gone nuts.”

The rapid clicking of heels sounded behind them and a voice called out, “Wait for me!”

They stopped to let Tosh catch up.

Linking her arms through theirs, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere particular,” they chorused.

“Sounds perfect.”

The End

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Chapter 112: Forewarned Is Forearmed

Author's Notes: Okay, this one’s a double drabble – or more precisely, a drabble and its sequel, posted together because they’re both for the same prompt and it’s less fiddly than posting them separately. They're my seventh and eighth drabbles for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I still have two more to post for Week 3 and so far I've written five for Week 4. Writing them is easier than posting them!

Summary: The Torchwood team receive bad news – the world is about to end.


Ianto looked up as the door to the Tourist Office opened and an elderly man walked in.

“Good afternoon, Mr Bickerdyke, how can I help you today.”

“Mr Jones, I am the bearer of grim news once again, I’m afraid. It appears the world will be ending next Thursday.”

Ianto’s brow creased with concern. “Thursday, you say?”

“After lunch.”

“That’s grave news indeed, Mr Bickerdyke.”

“So you’ll take care of it then?”

“I will indeed. The end of the world would be bad for the tourist industry.”

Mr Bickerdyke nodded. “Good day, Mr Jones.”

“Good day, sir, and thank you.”


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After Mr Bickerdyke departed, Ianto headed down to the Hub to deliver the news.

“Jack? We have a problem. According to Mr Bickerdyke, the world is ending next Thursday, after lunch.”

“That’s not good, gives us less than a week to prepare. I really wish he could be more specific. Okay, kids, listen up. Something bad is coming our way next Thursday. Tosh, monitor the Rift. Gwen, liase with the police; anything out of the ordinary, I want to know about it immediately. Ianto, Owen, internet and news. We have to keep the world from ending. Let’s get to it!”

The End


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Chapter 113: Faithful To The End

Author's Notes: This is my ninth drabble for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. I'll post the final Week 3 drabble tomorrow, then I can move on to Week 4... I'll catch up to myself eventually, I'm sure.

Summary: Ianto bids farewell to his faithful protectors, fallen in the line of duty.


They’d served him well since he joined Torchwood Three, faithfully protecting him through mud and mire, through slime and goo, through disgusting sewers and even through years of cleaning the cells and Myfanwy’s nest.

Now though, their faithful service had come to an end; they’d been defeated by a river of neon green, acidic gunge, bravely giving their last to keep his feet from being melted off.

The least he could do was give them a proper send off.

“Alas, poor wellies, brave to the last. I salute you,” Ianto murmured solemnly, then shrugged and tossed them into the incinerator.

The End

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Chapter 114: Gnome Is Where The Heart Is

Author's Notes: Here it is, my 10th and final drabble for Week 3 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. That means tomorrow I'll start posting my drabbles for Week 4. Right now I have no idea how many there are, I seem to have lost count...

Summary: There’s a situation up in the Tourist Office…

Rather pleased with this one - it was exactly 100 words with no need to edit! How often does that happen?


Up in the Tourist Office, Ianto clicked on his Bluetooth.

“Jack? Can you come up here please? We have a bit of a situation.”

Not knowing what kind of situation, Jack took the Invisible Lift up so he could enter by the front door, stopping dead as soon as he was inside.

The whole office was swarming with foot-high, white-bearded little men and women, all chattering at once in surprisingly deep voices.

He looked questioningly at Ianto.

“Gnomes?”

“Yes, sir, the entire Cardiff population. Apparently they’ve had a very nice visit, but they’d like to go Gnome now,” he smirked.

The End


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Chapter 115: That Sinking Feeling

Author's Notes: Okay, here's the first of 8 drabbles written for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. By the time I get all these posted I'll be onto the next challenge, whatever that turns out to be. Hope it won't be quite so inspiring, I need to ge caught up wih my posting!

Summary: Jack and Ianto’s romantic weekend away turns into a bit of a washout.


Ianto should have known a romantic weekend away with Jack at a hotel famous for their waterbeds was a recipe for disaster.

The first night was heaven. So was much of the first day, actually. Ianto found himself twisted into positions he never would have imagined possible, perfectly supported by the water filled mattress and was so inspired, he tested Jack’s flexibility to its limits too.

Everything was going swimmingly; a poor choice of words, in retrospect.

Jack’s ever-present Vortex Manipulator must have caught on the mattress, because suddenly they were sinking as water fountained over them.

Ianto groaned. “Fuck!”

The End

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Chapter 116: Watching The Clock

Author's Notes: The second of my eight drabbles for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. This is my only canon-compliant drabble this week.

Summary: Jack waits as ten minutes to pass agonisingly slowly.

Spoilers for They Keep Killing Suzie.


Jack glanced at the clock. He’d been checking the time every few seconds since he’d left Ianto finishing up with Suzie in the morgue. Ten minutes had never seemed more like an eternity.

As soon as he’d reached the main Hub, he’d ordered everyone home. The events of the day had been so unsettling that even Tosh didn’t argue, gathering her things with one hand while turning off her computers with the other as if she couldn’t wait to escape.

Owen followed Gwen out, muttering that he needed a drink.

Jack checked the clock again. Still three minutes to go…

The End


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Chapter 117: It’s Escaped!

Author's Notes: The third of my eight drabbles for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. There are two sequels to this one which will be posted tomorrow and Wednesday, barring unforeseen circumstances.

Summary: One of Owen’s specimens has gone missing.


Owen stared in horror. The lid had somehow come off the specimen jar and, predictably, its erstwhile contents were nowhere in sight.

“Crap! That’s all I need! I’ll be looking for the little bugger for the rest of the day,” he groaned.

A thorough search of the autopsy bay proved fruitless. Honestly, how could something that small move so fast?

Owen sighed heavily. He would have to extend his search, and that meant telling the others. Not an appealing thought. There was no choice though; they couldn’t let it escape.

“Guys? We have a problem. I’ve lost the Peruvian Wart.”

TBC in ‘If You’re Not Careful’

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Chapter 118: If You’re Not Careful… - Sequel to ‘It’s Escaped!’

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to yesterday's drabble; the third and final part of the Wart Saga will hopefully be posted tomorrow. It's also the fourth of eight drabbles written for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100, so there are four more to post before I can start posting other things. I'm slowly catching up.

Summary: The Peruvian Wart is not a pleasant creature – beware!


“How the hell did that happen?” Jack was definitely not pleased.

“I don’t know! The lid was off its jar.”

“We can figure that out later,” Ianto reminded them, “Right now we just need to find it fast, preferably before it selects a host and latches on. Whatever you do, don’t let it come into contact with bare skin.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to try removing it if it attaches to one of you and starts reproducing!” Owen shuddered. “You’d probably be stuck with it permanently.”

The look of disgust on Jack’s face would have been funny in other circumstances.

TBC in ‘An Apple A Day’

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Chapter 119: An Apple A Day – Sequel To ‘If You’re Not Careful…’

Author's Notes: The fifth of my eight drabbles for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100, and the final part of the Wart trilogy.

Summary: The Peruvian Wart meets its final demise.


Donning gloves and tucking trouser legs into socks, they began their search, armed with scanners for detecting the missing Wart and forceps for safe retrieval.

“When we find it, I want it destroyed,” Jack ordered.

Owen wasn’t inclined to protest. It was proving more trouble than it was worth trying to study it.

So no one complained when Ianto, spotting it scuttling across the floor, took it out with a well-aimed apple off Gwen’s desk.

“You know the saying, ‘An apple a day keeps the Wart away’.”

“I thought it was Doctor, not Wart,” said Tosh.

Ianto shrugged. “Same difference.”

The End

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Chapter 120: Get Out Of That, Then

Author's Notes: Here's the sixth of eight drabbles written for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. Two more to go, then I've got three drabbles to post for Challenge 289. Slowly catching up with myself!

Summary: Aliens invade and capture Torchwood.


They’d been captured by invading aliens. Again. Funny how that kept happening, Ianto mused.

Bound and gagged, they were locked up. In a tool shed.

Incompetent aliens then. Hadn’t even taken their weapons. Ianto would have rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t worth the effort.

It was the work of moments to find suitable tools, cut themselves free, then take the door off its hinges and escape. Jack was impressed with his ingenuity and promised suitable rewards. Later. They had an invasion to prevent first.

Which proved woefully easy.

The aliens, shocked that they’d escaped, promptly surrendered.

Another crisis averted.

The End

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Chapter 121: Application Rejected

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. One more from last week's challenge to be posted tomorrow, then I'll get on to the three drabbles for this week's prompt. I hope by the middle of next week I'll have all five of my accounts up to date. Wish me luck!

Summary: Not everyone is cut out to be a Torchwood operative.


As potential new recruits went, Harry Randolph didn’t get off to a good start.

At his first sight of Myfanwy, he shrieked like a girl and leapt into Owen’s arms, much to everyone else’s amusement.

He didn’t endear himself to Ianto either, loudly announcing that coffee was as bad as any drug and he’d only drink herbal tea or water. His strict diet meant he didn’t eat junk food either.

To cap it all, he passed out while observing an alien autopsy and cracked his head open.

At least the head injury provided the perfect explanation for his memory loss.

The End

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Chapter 122: Not Quite As Planned

Author's Notes: My eighth and final drabble for Week 4 of Challenge 288 – Reverse fandom – Last of the Summer Wine at tw100. The grand total was 33 drabbles over 4 weeks - I'm amazed, it's hard to believe I wrote so many! Tomorrow I'll start posting my drabbles for Challenge 289, barring unforeseen circumstances!

Summary: Jack takes Ianto on a disastrous first date.


Their first date hadn’t exactly gone to plan.

Jack had booked a table at a lovely restaurant, then they’d been late because he’d gone the wrong way down a one-way street and been stopped by the police.

Then Jack knocked the candle over and set fire to their table, making things worse when he tried to put it out with the brandy he’d grabbed from a passing waiter.

As they walked back to the car, Jack mumbled, “I wanted it to be romantic.”

Ianto stared at him, then burst out laughing.

“Romantic? No. Unforgettable? Definitely. It’s the thought that counts!”

The End

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Chapter 123: Future Dreams

Author's Notes: The first of three drabbles for Challenge 289 – Baby Names at tw100.

Summary: Lisa and Ianto talk about their future one lazy weekend. Slight spoilers for Cyberwoman I suppose.


Sprawled on the grass, Ianto and Lisa enjoyed their weekend away. Lisa closed her eyes against the sunshine, smiling; Ianto had never seen anyone so perfect.

“What’re you thinking?”

“Just daydreaming.”

“About?”

“Our life after we’re married.”

Ianto chuckled. “I haven’t even proposed yet! Tell me.”

“We’ll have two kids, a boy and a girl, Michael and Lauren.”

“Don’t I get a say in their names?”

“Nope! You’d pick something Welsh that I can’t pronounce!”

“We’ve got all the time in the world to think about our future. Let’s just enjoy today.”



A week later, they ran out of time.

The End

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Chapter 124: Unexpected News

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 289 – Baby Names at tw100. Just one more for this week, then I might get to post something else!

Summary: Owen discovers one of the Hub’s residents is expecting.


“Jack, one of the new Weevils is pregnant,” Owen announced, relishing being the bearer of less than joyful news.

Jack looked more than a little surprised.

“Are you sure? I thought you told me you didn’t know how Weevils reproduced.”

“Well, yeah, I said that, but only because I’d never seen a pregnant Weevil. None of the Weevils I’d studied had any reproductive organs, but this one does.”

“Which one is it?”

“The one you named Brad.”

“Ah. Guess I’d better rename her.”

“What would you call a baby Weevil?” mused Ianto. “A Weevlet? Weevling?”

“I’m thinking Fred,” said Jack.

The End

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Chapter 125: Choosing Names

Author's Notes: The last of my three drabbles for Challenge 289 – Baby Names at tw100. I wonder what I shall post tomorrow...

Sorry it's a bit late, it's been an insane day.

Summary: An overheard conversation puzzles Gwen.


Overhearing an odd conversation between Jack and Ianto had Gwen puzzled.

“I like Millie for a girl,” Ianto commented thoughtfully.

“How about Oscar for a boy?” Jack replied.

“Hmmm, okay. Or Oliver, Ollie for short.”

“No, I knew an Ollie once, he was an idiot.”

“How about Jasper then?”

“I like that. Maggie?”

“No way. I dated a Maggie once. She dumped me.”

Frowning, Gwen hurried over to Owen.

“Jack and Ianto are discussing baby names. Is Jack pregnant?”

Owen snorted. “Hardly. They’ve been arguing all morning over what to name their kitten and they haven’t even got one yet.”

The End


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Chapter 126: Safe Harbour

Author's Notes: Written for DarqueQueen7, for leaving the 300th review on my ff.net drabble collection. I hope this is what you wanted!

I realise I'm a bit behind posting this, but the month-long challenge on tw100 took over my life for a bit.

Summary: Sometimes Ianto feels adrift, but Jack is there for him.


Leaning on the railings, Ianto stared across the bay, wind ruffling his hair.

He shivered. Sometimes he felt like one of those boats out on the water, tossed relentlessly by storms, adrift, going where he was driven with no will of his own. It scared him. His life revolved around Torchwood and sometimes he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

Warm, strong arms enveloped him from behind; soft lips brushed his cheek.

He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into the embrace, anchored once more in the safe harbour that was Jack, knowing whatever happened, he wouldn’t face it alone.

The End

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Chapter 127: What Jack Wants

Author's Notes: The new drabble prompt was very late this week, so this might wind up being my only drabble for Challenge 290 – Mars at tw100. My brain insisted on this *rolls eyes*

Summary: Sometimes, even Ianto has trouble understanding Jack.


Ianto poked his head into Jack’s office.

“Jack?”

“Mmf?” Jack replied, chewing vigorously.

“I’m just popping out to the shops. Anything you need?”

“Ffffumph mmmf mmfff fffff?”

Ianto rolled his eyes as chocolate dribbled from the corner of Jack’s mouth.

“I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

Jack waved an empty bag at him.

“Mmmmmfff?”

Looking at it, Ianto raised his eyebrows.

“You’ve eaten them already?”

Jack gestured at his mouth.

“You know you’re not supposed to stick a whole Mars bar in your mouth at once, right?”

Jack looked sheepish.

“Mph.”

Ianto sighed. Jack’s pregnancy cravings were seriously odd.

The End

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Chapter 128: Craving Dangers

Author's Notes: I though the drabble I posted yesterday would be my only one for Challenge 290 – Mars at tw100, but apparently my brain had other ideas and wanted to continue the story in bite-sized chunks, so here is the first of three sequels.

I worry about my brain sometimes...

Summary: Ianto worries about Jack’s cravings.


Ianto winced as he watched Jack cram an entire Mars bar smothered with marmalade into his mouth.

Jack just gave a muffled groan of pleasure and started chewing, a blissful expression on his face.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll choke. Can’t you just bite bits off?”

Jack looked apologetic as he finally managed to swallow the last of his treat.

“They don’t taste right if I don’t eat them whole,” he explained.

Ianto sighed wearily.

“Your cravings are going to be the death of me!”

Jack gazed at him mournfully until Ianto kissed him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”

TBC in ‘Constant Cravings’

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Chapter 129: Constant Cravings

Author's Notes: The third of four drabbles for Challenge 290 – Mars at tw100, which means it's also the third part of the Cravings mini-series. One more part to be posted - hopefully tomorrow.

Summary: Ianto goes shopping to satisfy Jack’s pregnancy cravings.


“Getting those for Halloween?” the cashier asked as Ianto piled two dozen bags of fun-sized Mars Bars on the checkout.

Ianto sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“Pregnancy cravings.”

The cashier frowned.

“Aren’t you with that dashing American bloke?”

“I am. Friend of ours offered to be our surrogate.”

He emptied his trolley: six jars of marmalade, six of pickled onions, four tubs of strawberry ice cream, a steak pie and a bag of frozen chips.

“Now it’s Mars Bars and marmalade all day, pickled onions and ice cream for supper.” He grinned ruefully. “The pie and chips are for me.”

TBC in ‘Craving Dangers Solved’


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Chapter 130: Craving Dangers Solved

Author's Notes: The fourth and final part of the Cravings mini-series, and my last drabble for Challenge 290 – Mars at tw100. Hopefully I'll be posting something different tomorrow, but I haven't decided what yet.

Summary: Ianto finds a solution to Jack’s rather hazardous craving.


Ianto watched Jack smother a mini Mars bar with marmalade before stuffing it in his mouth and chewing experimentally.

“How does it taste?”

A brilliant smile lit up Jack’s face.

“Perfect! Even better than the big ones!” He pulled Ianto in for a strange tasting kiss. “You’re a genius, Ianto Jones, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He wiped away a few tears as the pregnancy hormones kicked in, then unwrapped another Mars bar.

Ianto smiled. Jack was happy, and the mini Mars bars were less of a choking hazard.

Perhaps they’d both survive this pregnancy after all.

The End

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Chapter 131: Pursued

Author's Notes: My drabble for Challenge 291 – On The Run at tw100. Don't know if I'll manage a second one this week or not, this is the only idea I've had so far.

Summary: Ianto is being pursued through the Hub!


Ianto ran through the dimly lit Hub, fleeing his pursuer, breathless but keeping far enough ahead to be out of immediate danger.

Ducking around a corner and up a flight of stairs, he took a second to check his weapon; as he’d suspected, he was out of ammunition. He had to keep moving, find somewhere to reload. His pursuer had him at a disadvantage.

Down a corridor, round another corner… Damn, he’d run right into a trap!

His pursuer fired, hitting him squarely, then fired again.

Ianto stood dripping, glaring at Jack.

“Cheat! You should only have one water pistol!”

The End

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Chapter 132: Keep Going

Author's Notes: Oh look, I wrote a second drabble for Challenge 291 – On The Run at tw100. What a surprise *g*

Summary: Tosh is running for her life – and for Ianto’s.

Spoliers for Countrycide.


Breathing hard, heart pounding in her chest, Tosh stumbled on through the woods.

The uneven ground, littered with roots and fallen branches, was treacherous in the darkness and having her hands tied behind her back threw her balance off, but she couldn’t stop, didn’t dare look back. He was behind her somewhere, that evil man with his crazy eyes and sharp knife, intent on butchering her.

She was already exhausted, but Ianto was alone back there. He’d risked everything giving her this chance to escape. She couldn’t let him down.

Keep going; find Jack, save Ianto. Nothing else mattered now.

The End

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Chapter 133: On The Run?

Author's Notes: And here's a third drabble for Challenge 291 – On The Run at tw100. This one popped into my head last night and I just hadwrite it.

Summary: The chase is on… or is it?


Jack was buying breakfast when he spotted a familiar figure running through the nearby park. Abandoning his plans, he set off in pursuit, ready to lend whatever assistance was needed, finally catching up when Ianto slowed to a stop.

“I don’t see anything. What happened, did we lose it?”

Ianto looked puzzled.

“Lose what?”

“Whatever it was you were chasing.”

“I wasn’t chasing anything.”

“But you were running.”

“It’s called jogging, Jack. I do it to keep fit.”

“Oh. Well, I can think of a better way to get all sweaty.”

Ianto rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Of course you can.”

The End

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Chapter 134: Invasion

Author's Notes: Okay, this should be my last drabble for Challenge 291 – On The Run at tw100. I wasn't going to write it, but it refused to go away.

Spoilers: Adam

Summary: “They came without warning. We thought they’d pass over us, but they didn’t. Not that day.”


“Take Gray, keep him safe.”

There was no more time left for arguing, nothing he could do but obey his father. Gripping Gray’s hand in his own, he ran, dragging his little brother behind him, the hot sand dragging at their feet and slowing them just when they needed every ounce of speed they could muster.

Stumbling onwards, struggling to keep going despite the treacherous footing, he didn’t notice Gray fall, didn’t register the loss of the small hand he’d been holding. Not until he reached the edge of the beach did he realise that he’d failed.

Gray was gone.

The End

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Chapter 135: What Is It?

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. No idea how many I'm going to write for this one; I have four so far and ideas for several others.

Summary: So what’s this that has fallen through the rift? Jack and Tosh can’t agree.


Arriving back in the Hub with the latest bit of flotsam tossed out by the Rift, Jack and Owen dumped it on Tosh’s desk.

“What is it?” Gwen asked, leaning over Owen’s shoulder to peer at the object.

“From the shape, I’d say it’s Caffronian,” Jack replied. “Look at the flanges.”

“I don’t think so,” Tosh disagreed, “It looks more like one of those cooking devices from the Riffix Nebula.”

Ianto strolled over with coffee for everyone. Picking the object up, he turned it over, examining it carefully.

“You’re both wrong,” he smirked, “Says right here, ‘Made in the USA’.”

The End

A/N: Song title used is ‘Made in the USA’

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Chapter 136: Gone, Gone, Gone

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. I've written six so far. This is the first canon-based one.

Summary: Jack is gone and Ianto is bitter


Ianto stared at the CCTV footage; there was no escaping the truth. Jack had left of his own free will, haring off to be with his Doctor, not a thought for his team.

‘Not a thought for me either, I didn’t even rate a goodbye. Owen was right; I was just the part time shag, filling in until Jack’s Doctor showed up.’

He hadn’t expected commitment or monogamy, but still, seeing the joy on Jack’s face was like a knife to his heart.

Jack was gone and Ianto couldn’t think of a single reason for him to ever come back.

The End

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Chapter 137: Red Nose

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. I'm up to six, but I'd like to write at least two more since this challenge is running for another week.

Summary: Ianto has a cold.


A loud sneeze echoed around Jack’s office.

“Bless you.”

“Thag you,” Ianto replied with what little dignity he could muster.

Jack tried not to laugh.

Ianto’s cold was the result of an unplanned swim in the Taff, courtesy of a rampaging Hoix. Being a strong swimmer, he’d hauled himself out easily enough, but the chill water and even chillier wind had combined to lower his defences. Now here he sat, bundled in a duvet on Jack’s couch, with a nose that resembled Rudolph’s in all its scarlet glory.

Jack was staring intently at it.

“What?”

“Your nose matches your shirt.”

The End


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Chapter 138: Everything Has Changed

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. I have several more written.

Summary: Rhys thinks about the way his life has been turned on its head overnight.

Spoilers for Meat.


Yesterday, he thought his girlfriend was special ops; today he’d learned the truth. Gwennie worked for Torchwood, catching aliens! Rhys felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. It was… bloody brilliant, if he was honest. Well, apart from the bullet wound; could have done without that

Aliens were real, and he’d seen one! A bloody great space whale, no less. Poor thing hadn’t had a good time on earth though, butchered alive like that. Rhys hoped he hadn’t eaten any of it. It was almost enough to put a man off meat.

Shame he couldn’t tell anybody.

The End

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Chapter 139: Sweater Weather

Author's Notes: How many is this? Five? I think so anyway. My fifth drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. I think I still have another five...

Summary: It’s winter, time to get out those sweaters!


Jack flung open the curtains of his and Ianto’s bedroom and stared out the window. Everywhere was a fairyland of winter white, with big, fat, fluffy flakes drifting endlessly down. It was quite hypnotic.

Smiling, he stood watching the snow. Even after all this time it amazed him. He’d grown up in an arid, desert climate; never saw snow until he left Boeshane.

Ianto stirred in the bed behind him, drawing Jack’s attention away from the window.

“Rise and shine, gorgeous! Better bundle up, looks like sweater weather today!”

Ianto groaned and burrowed deeper beneath the covers.

“I hate winter.”

The End

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Chapter 140: Brave

Author's Notes: My Sixth drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100.

Summary: Tommy doesn’t feel brave.


Tommy was scared.

He didn’t want to go back to 1918, knew he’d be sent back to the front and he couldn’t do that again.

Tosh said they were counting on him, that only he could save the world and all of time, save everyone.

She called him her brave, handsome hero, but he didn’t feel brave, didn’t want to be a hero. He just wanted to stay here, in the future, with her. Why did it have to be him?

But if it wasn’t him, he wouldn’t be here now, would never have met the beautiful Toshiko.

“Take me.”

The End

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Chapter 141: Red

Author's Notes: Drabble number 7 for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100.

Summary: Red is definitely Ianto’s colour.

This one deserves its T rating.


Red. Without a doubt, it was Jack’s favourite colour on Ianto.

He looked gorgeous no matter what he wore; whether in jeans or a suit he was always immaculately turned out. But red was definitely his colour. Whenever he wore one of his red shirts Ianto looked so stunning Jack could hardly take his eyes off him.

But however good he looked in his clothes, there was no doubt in Jack’s mind that Ianto Jones looked best like this: naked, sweaty and sated, sprawled bonelessly across the deep red sheets of their bed in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Perfection.

The End

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Chapter 142: Clarity

Author's Notes: This should be my eighth drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. Spoilers for Cyberwoman.

Summary: Ianto finds clarity as he thinks about the events leading to Lisa’s death.


Lisa was dead, callously murdered.

Except that hadn’t been Lisa. Not because she’d stolen another woman’s body, but because not even her mind had been her own by then.

When had that changed? When had Lisa ceased being the woman he’d loved? When had she stopped fighting, fallen to the cybermind?

After Tanizaki helped her breathe on her own? Before? Had there even been anything left of her once the conversion began?

Ianto didn’t know.

One thing was certain; it hadn’t been Lisa rampaging through the Hub, but the thing that killed her.

He understood.

Not murder.

Neutralising a threat.

The End

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Chapter 143: LoveHate Thing

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100. That means I have one more for tomorrow.

Summary: Tosh’s feelings are confused when it comes to Owen


There were times Tosh loved Owen so much that her heart would pound if he so much as looked at her.

Times when he could be so sweet and thoughtful that for a while she could actually believe he cared for her.

Then there were the times when he was dismissive, rude, crude and downright spiteful. When he seemed to take perverse delight in hurting her.

Times she hated him so much that she had to resist the temptation to shoot him.

Most of the time she just wished she could settle on one emotion. The Love/Hate thing was exhausting.

The End


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Chapter 144: Forever Love

Author's Notes: My tenth and last drabble for Challenge 292 – The Billboard Hot 100 at tw100.

Summary: The right person can make all the difference.


Ninety years married and Ianto looks just as gorgeous now as the day they wed. Sometimes Jack still can’t believe how lucky he is.

It’s not all perfect. They have their fights, like any other couple. Sometimes Jack sleeps on the couch and gets served decaf. Sometimes Ianto gets snapped at or given the silent treatment.

They can never remain angry for long though. Doesn’t matter who makes the first move; one of them will, because there’s no one else for either of them. Never will be.

Jack’s no longer afraid of living forever, now that he’s found true love.

The End


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Chapter 145: Captain Fluff Saves The World

Author's Notes: Written for I love Janto who left the 400th review on my ff.net drabble collection.

Summary: The fearless Captain Fluff must tackle a dangerous adversary!


It had been a slow day at Nosewood, but now alarms were blaring.

Captain Fluff slithered from its office to see what was happening.

“Captain, something’s come through the Rift,” exclaimed Toshiko, “I’ve traced it to Splott.”

The Captain hummed approvingly, rallying its team to investigate.

OoOoOoO

A Very Bad Alien had come through. The team were brave, but the Captain knew it must deal with this threat by itself, to protect them!

Slithering silently up a tree, it dropped on the alien, coiling tightly around it until it was completely squished.

Everyone cheered. “Once again, Captain Fluff saves the world!”

The End

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Chapter 146: Greener Than We Thought

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 293 – Going Green at tw100, the first half of a pair.

Summary: Is Nosy changing colour?


Jack found Ianto leaning on the railing outside his office, staring intently at something, a puzzled expression on his face.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Nosy.”

“Oh. Why?”

“Well, when we found it in all that dead bracken…”

“When you stepped on it you mean.”

“Whatever. It was really well camouflaged, rusty brown with a few green bits, just like the bracken it was hiding in.”

“What’s your point?”

“Is it just me or does it look a whole lot greener now?”

Jack took a long look at Nosy, who was mooching about the Hub.

“Huh, now that you mention it…”

TBC in ‘A Brighter Shade Of Green’

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Chapter 147: A Brighter Shade Of Green – Sequel to ‘Greener Than We Thought’

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 293 – Going Green at tw100. There will now be a third part to this - my reviewers inspired me!

Summary: The boys try to figure out the reason for Nosy’s colour change.


Still puzzling over Nosy’s colour change, Ianto turned to Jack.

“Maybe it blends into its surroundings, like a chameleon.”

Jack snorted. “It’s getting greener by the day! Unless it’s planning on spending its entire life in the hothouse, which I doubt, it’s going to be highly visible in here.” He gestured to indicate the complete absence of anything remotely green around them.

“Well, maybe it doesn’t feel the need to hide now so it’s reverting to its natural colour.”

“Maybe it’d faded due to poor diet,” suggested Owen, joining them.

“Is that possible?”

Owen shrugged.

“Good an explanation as any.”

A/N: This was going to be the end, but then I read everyone’s comments on the first part and I couldn’t resist writing just one more.

TBC in ‘It’s Good To Be Green’



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Chapter 148: It’s Good To Be Green – Sequel to ‘A Brighter Shade Of Green’

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 293 – Going Green at tw100 and the final part in the Green trilogy. Hope you all like it!

Summary: Nosy’s colour change is the most interesting thing happening in the Hub…


The team sat around the boardroom table, discussing Nosy’s colour change.

“Okay, what theories do we have?” Jack asked.

“It changes colour at will for camouflage.” Ianto was sticking with his original idea.

“Faded due to poor diet.” So was Owen.

“It fades in sunlight?” suggested Andy.

“In Wales?” Ianto’s eyebrows were getting a good workout.

“Maybe it’s moulting,” said Tosh.

“Doesn’t seem to be,” Mickey grinned. “I’m sure Ianto would’ve noticed.”

“It likes Sesame Street; maybe it’s copying Kermit,” Gwen giggled.

Under the table, Nosy listened, amused.

‘Green shows up. I don’t get stepped on,’ it thought with satisfaction.

The End

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Chapter 149: Fighting Back

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 293 – Going Green at tw100 and the first of a pair. Last one tomorrow.

Summary: The Hub is being invaded by a seemingly unstoppable foe…


Returning to the main Hub, Ianto tugged his overalls off and collapsed on the sofa with a groan, wiping his soot-streaked forehead with the back of one hand.

“How’s it looking down there?” Jack asked, handing him a bottle of water.

Ianto shuddered.

“Not good, the alien mould’s spreading fast. The flamethrowers are keeping it confined to level nine for now, but we can’t hold it off indefinitely. If Owen doesn’t come up with something to kill it soon, the whole Hub will be green and fuzzy by the end of next week. Imagine what that’ll do to the archives!”

TBC in ‘You Solve One Problem…’

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Chapter 150: You Solve One Problem… - Sequel To ‘Fighting Back’

Author's Notes: My fifth and final drabble for Challenge 293 – Going Green at tw100.

I'm going to try to keep up with challenges and posting, but my 82 year old mum had a stroke yesterday evening and is in the hospital, so things are a bit hectic at the moment. Please bear with me.

Summary: Owen comes up with an effective solution, but...


After thirty-six hours of fighting the encroaching mould, Owen finally had something he thought would work.

Thankfully the ventilation system for the lower levels was independent from the Hub’s main air-conditioning and had already been shut down to prevent the mould spreading through the ducts. Now they just had to flood the affected areas with herbicidal gas and that should fix the problem.

And it did. Sort of.

Staring at the resulting thick black slime, Ianto despaired.

Jack patted his shoulder sympathetically.

“Look on the bright side! At least now you don’t have to worry about your archives going green!”

The End

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Chapter 151: Everyone Needs A Teddy Bear – Sequel To ‘Treasured Possessions’

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. This one's a sequel to one of my earlier drabbles, 'Treasured Possessions'

Summary: Jack’s curious about Ianto’s bear.


“So,” ventured Jack, trying to get back into Ianto’s good graces after apparently insulting his teddy bear, “why’s this bear so important to you?”

“My grandparents gave him to me when I was born. He was my first friend and my confidante when I was growing up. I told him all my secrets. Didn’t you have anything like that when you were little?”

“No, not really.”

“I can’t imagine that. Everyone needs a teddy bear.”

“I don’t, I have you; you’re much better for cuddling.” He pulled Ianto into a bear hug.

“Daft sod,” muttered Ianto.

But he hugged back.

The End


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Chapter 152: Temporary Teddy Bear

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. No picnic again, and not even a teddy bear this time either - hope it's still allowed!

Summary: In Ianto’s absence, Jack needs someone to snuggle with at night to keep the loneliness at bay.


It was late at night and Jack was lonely. Ianto would be in London for three more days and somehow their bed seemed far too big without his Welshman to snuggle up to.

It wasn’t even the sex he was missing, just the companionship and having someone beside him if he woke in the night. Jack never used to have trouble sleeping alone, but being with Ianto had changed all that.

OoOoOoOoO

The next night, Jack found a solution.

“I think I finally understand about teddy bears,” he confided, snuggling up to the warm body beside him.

Nosy hummed in agreement.

The End

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Chapter 153: Have You Hugged Your Jack Today?

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. I also have a fourth for (hopefully) tomorrow!

Summary: Jack has to wear a disguise in order to retrieve what’s come through the Rift.


“Why am I doing this again?” asked Jack irritably.

“Because you’re infiltrating a costume party and you’re the only one the suit will fit,” Tosh replied, showing remarkable patience considering how many times she’d already answered the question.

“I know that, but why am I a teddy bear? It’s not exactly sexy. It’ll ruin my image!”

“You’re a bear because that’s all that was available. Anyway,” Ianto added brightly, “no one will recognise you and you can easily conceal the object once you find it. I think you look rather huggable.”

“Really? You can hug me anytime!”

“Perverts,” muttered Owen.

The End




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Chapter 154: The Gathering

Author's Notes: My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. I decided I should write something that fit the prompt a bit better…

Summary: Jack and the team observe some alien visitors.


“They’re not actually teddy bears,” Jack explained to his team in a low voice, “they just look similar.”

Truthfully, the creatures really did resemble oversized stuffed toy bears. There were around seventy of them, all shades of brown and grey, sitting in a circle in a woodland clearing.

“Are they having a picnic?” Gwen asked in an awed whisper.

“Clan gathering,” Jack replied. “Every year they choose a neutral planet and the clan leaders gather for a meeting; set up trade, exchange news, elect new leaders, that kind of thing. Don’t worry, they’re peaceful folk. By morning they’ll be gone.”

The End


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Chapter 155: Joining In – Sequel to ‘The Gathering’

Author's Notes: In the absence of a new prompt, here's another drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100.

Summary: Jack and the team join the ‘picnic’.


Their voices were growly but good-natured and they greeted the Torchwood team warmly, inviting them to join the Gathering. Jack accepted on everyone’s behalf and they soon found themselves seated between various bears, being offered food and fruit juice.

It was a merry affair, casual and relaxed, business deals being set up between small groups in between general announcements.

As the sun set, the entertainment began, singing and dancing and the telling of stories, which lasted until the sun rose the next morning and the weary bears teleported back to their orbiting ships.

Equally weary but happy, Torchwood headed home.

The End

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Chapter 156: Another One

Author's Notes: Still no new prompt, so here's another drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. Not my best work, but hopefully better than nothing.

Summary: What has the rift dumped on Cardiff this time? Same as last time…


Arriving at the site of the latest rift alert, the team weren’t especially surprised to find a small, brown teddy bear with a sign around its neck reading ‘Please look after this bear.’

“How many is that now?” asked Owen.

“Seventeen,” Ianto replied. “I’m starting to think the rift has a rather peculiar sense of humour.”

“At least they’re not dangerous,” said Tosh, picking the bear up.

“Maybe Cardiff is hosting an intergalactic teddy bear convention,” Owen suggested.

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’re a few bears short of a picnic.”

Owen grabbed the bear and threw it at him.

The End

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Chapter 157: Homeless Bears - Sequel to ‘Another One’

Author's Notes: Another drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100. This a sequel to the previous chapter.

Summary: What will become of all the stray bears the team have collected?


Scans and tests proved the bears to be completely normal, so once the Rift energy had dissipated, Ianto bagged them up and took them home.

Now he stood smiling in satisfaction at the results of his labours; fifty-three freshly laundered teddy bears, in various colours and sizes, hung on the washing line in his small backyard, swinging gently in the wind.

“So,” asked Jack, “what will you do with them now?”

“Thought I’d take them over to Tŷ Hafan once they’re dry and looking presentable. I’m sure they can find room for a few homeless bears.”

Jack nodded approval.

“Perfect.”

The End

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Chapter 158: A Friend In Need - Sequel to ‘Alone’ by timelordshines on LJ

Author's Notes: When my lovely friend timelordshines over on livejournal wrote her drabble, she decided she’d like a fluffy sequel to it and asked if I’d have a go at writing it. So, with her approval, here it is – it makes more sense if you read her drabble first.

Summary: Tosh gets a surprise visitor.


Curled on her couch, still hugging Ted, Tosh was woken by someone banging on her door.

Stumbling to her feet half asleep, she dried her face on her sleeve and opened the door. Owen stood there, looking awkward and uncertain.

“Owen, is everything alright?”

“I don’t know; is it? You took off so fast I didn’t get a chance to ask. After a day like today… I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You look like you could use a hug.”

She shrugged. “I have Ted.”

“Bears don’t hug back,” Owen said softly, hugging her, “but friends do.”

The End.

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Chapter 159: A Beary-tale – Sequel to ‘Have You Hugged Your Jack Today?’

Author's Notes: Everything seems to be getting a sequel! This is my absolutely final drabble for Challenge 294 – Teddy Bears’ Picnic at tw100.

Summary: Jack’s mission to the costume party was successful, but he’s developed a slight problem…


“Calm down, Jack.” Ianto attempted to soothe his agitated lover. “Tosh assures me it’s not the costume; we’ll have you back to normal as soon as she figures out the tech you brought back.”

“Calm down? I’m a BEAR, Ianto! Bad enough I had to dress as one, but now I’m a walking, talking TEDDY BEAR! Why would I calm down?”

Jack waved his furry arms about, accidentally knocking Ianto over.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.” He bent to help Ianto up and… “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“You growl when you bend over!” sniggered Owen.

Bear-Jack glared.

“Next person who giggles is fired!”

Silence.

“That’s better.”

The End

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Chapter 160: Boeshane Family Tree

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 295 – Family Tree at tw100. I do have a second drabble, but that will probably be it for this week - I'm lacking inspiration.

Summary: Jack reminisces about life on the Boeshane Peninsula.


Jack approached Ianto, working busily at his computer.

“What’ya doing?”

“Researching my family tree.”

“On Boeshane, we had actual trees.”

Ianto looked up, intrigued.

“It was a desert world, trees were vital. Every family adopted one; watered and pruned it, hung tokens from it for those who’d died. Babies were taken to their family tree and a lock of their hair buried at its roots, binding child and tree together. Then on birthdays, we’d take gifts to our tree in thanks for surviving another year.”

Jack sounded wistful.

“Maybe we could plant a family tree,” Ianto suggested.

“I’d like that.”

The End

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Chapter 161: The Family Line

Author's Notes: My other drabble for Challenge 295 – Family Tree at tw100. Inspiration and time were both lacking this week.

Summary: Jack reassures Ianto after Gwen’s wedding.


“It wasn’t what you were thinking, you know.” Jack spoke quietly into the silence as he drove Ianto home from Gwen’s wedding.

“What wasn’t?” Ianto was drowsy from the long day and the champagne.

“My dance with Gwen. It had nothing to do with me fancying her, or regretting that she’d chosen Rhys. I wanted, no, needed her to marry Rhys. It was such a relief to get them both through their wedding in one piece.”

“You’re not entirely making sense. Which isn’t unusual…”

Jack stopped the SUV outside Ianto’s home.

“They don’t marry, I don’t exist. They’re my ancestors.”

The End

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Chapter 162: The Rift In Autumn

Author's Notes: The first of two drabbles for Challenge 296 – Autumn In Cardiff at tw100.

Summary: Autumn in Cardiff can bring unanticipated hazards, as Ianto discovers.


Ianto stomped into the Hub, muttering under his breath, with Jack trailing along behind him.

“Ianto, calm down! It was a work related accident, Torchwood will pay for the repairs.”

“What happened?” Tosh asked, looking concerned.

“The Rift’s gone mental, that’s what! I think it has a grudge against me,” Ianto groaned, shoving his hands through his hair, making it stick up in all directions and dislodging bits of leaf.

“It’s not mental, just seasonal,” Jack explained, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder.

“Oh yeah? That’s no excuse for it to drop an entire bloody alien tree on my car!”

The End

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Chapter 163: Branching Out - Sequel to ‘The Rift In Autumn’

Author's Notes: Not the other drabble I mentioned yesterday - I wrote more! These are my second and third drabbles for Challenge 296 – Autumn In Cardiff at tw100. They're not a double drabble, but a pair of drabbles posted under a joint title because it worked better than posting them separately.

Everyone was feeling sorry for Ianto, but no one was showing the poor tree any sympathy, so I’m doing it myself ;)

Summary: Never mind fallen leaves, the team have a fallen tree to deal with.


Back at Ianto’s car, the team surveyed the scene of devastation.

There were leaves and small branches scattered everywhere while a couple of larger branches were cracked and oozing. The main trunk lay half on the bonnet of Ianto’s car, half on the pavement.

Even as they watched, the tree stirred feebly. Owen was shocked.

“It’s alive!”

“It’s a tree, Owen, of course it’s alive. It’s also in pain. See if you can set its branches,” Jack snapped out.

“Never treated a tree before,” Owen muttered, setting to work.

“Think of it as just another displaced alien,” suggested Ianto.

“Right.”

OoOoOoOoO

The tree was a Rift victim just as surely as any alien plucked from its home and dumped on an unsuspecting Cardiff. This autumn, the Rift seemed particularly keen on botanical specimens, Ianto mused, although at twelve feet tall, it was the largest so far.

They hauled it back to the Hub where it was temporarily planted beside the Rift pool so that Owen could treat its damaged branches. Despite complaining he was a doctor, not a botanist, he worked hard splinting its limbs to help them heal. It would recover, though the chances of sending it home were remote.

TBC in ‘Tree-Homing’

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Chapter 164: Tree-Homing - Sequel to ‘Branching Out’

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 296 – Autumn In Cardiff at tw100, and the final part of the Tree-logy. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

Summary: What can you do with a stranded alien tree?


Autumn was in full swing, leaves turning glorious colours before falling from the native earth trees, by the time the alien tree was fully recovered.

Despite his earlier protestations, Owen had thrown himself into caring for it; the alien plants in the hothouse were his responsibility so why not a tree? Besides, it was a living thing and Owen was, above all, a healer.

“What happens to it now?” he asked Jack, “It’s too big to stay in the Hub permanently.”

“Torchwood owns Flat Holm Island in the bay, we’ll plant it there.”

So they did, and there it remains.

The End

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Chapter 165: Autumn Temptation

Author's Notes: My final drabble for Challenge 296 – Autumn In Cardiff at tw100, even though it was the second one written.

Summary: Despite the hazards of working for Torchwood, you should never pass up the opportunity to have a bit of fun!


The Weevil they were hunting led them a merry chase before disappearing down an open manhole. It hadn’t harmed anyone, so they’d let it go; maybe it had just wanted a romp in the autumn air.

Which left Jack and Ianto a couple of miles from the SUV, trekking back through Bute Park in the early hours. The huge pile of fallen leaves they’d come across was just too tempting.

With no one around to see, they grinned at each other and dived in, tossing leaves around with abandon, filling the air with laughter.

Some immortals just never grow up!

The End

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Chapter 166: The Duel

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100. I have a couple more written.

Summary: There’s adventure to be found everywhere for two immortals travelling the universe, but sometimes Ianto wishes Jack would just behave.


Jack was apparently capable of causing offence wherever they went.

“I demand a duel to the death,” hissed the orange skinned alien. “Name your second.”

“What are seconds?” Ianto murmured to Jack.

“They remove the dead body of the loser.”

“Ah.” Ianto stepped forward, “I’m his second. Jones.”

“Very well. I choose Chialabanch.”

A small alien stepped from the crowd, looking nervous.

“Are we ready?” Jack’s grin was a mile wide.


OoOoOoO


The fight was brief and brutal. Jack died quickly and the seconds carried his body to their ship.

“Stop offending people,” Ianto grumbled as Jack revived.

“But it’s fun!”

The End

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Chapter 167: Seconds

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100. This one's rather angsty, sorry. I have two more to post - one angsty and one happy.

Summary: Time has slowed to a crawl for Ianto.


Time has slowed to a crawl. Each second lasts an eternity, ticking past so achingly slowly Ianto feels he could go insane between one tick of the clock and the next.

Sixty seconds a minute, three thousand six hundred an hour, eighty six thousand four hundred a day and it’s only been two days, one hundred and seventy two thousand eight hundred seconds.

“You’re on suspension, four weeks,” Jack told him.

Ianto doesn’t know how he can stay sane for another two million three hundred and thirty two thousand eight hundred seconds, or if he even wants to.

Lisa’s dead.

The End



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Chapter 168: Feeding Torchwood

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100. One more angsty one to post - unless I think of another idea, lol!

Summary: What would happen if Rhys joined Torchwood?


Having Rhys join Torchwood and take over some of Ianto’s more mundane daily tasks, namely the cleaning and providing of food, was proving to be something of a mixed blessing.

On the one hand, it meant Ianto had more time for his other duties; fieldwork, maintaining the archives, tending to Jack…

On the other hand…

“Anyone for seconds?” Rhys asked jovially, his question immediately answered by a sea of raised hands.

“Bloody hell,” muttered Owen. “If we keep eating like this we’ll all be too fat to chase aliens!”

But he dug into his second slice of lemon cheesecake anyway.

The End

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Chapter 169: No Dominion

Author's Notes: My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100. This one's a bit on the angsty side again. Also, spoilers for everything related to Jack's unique condition, and specifically vague ones for They Keep Killing Suzie and Dead Man Walking.

Summary: Jack, from death back to life.



Nothing exists in the dark place; not sound, not light. Not time. It’s oppressive, an absence of everything, even of self. It should feel suffocating but with no physical form, breathing isn’t required.

He’s nothing, surrounded by nothingness, existing (if something that is nothing can be said to exist) in a timeless no-place.

Frozen between heartbeats, he waits until…

With shocking suddenness he’s dragged from the dark, his first breath tearing his lungs, infinitely more painful than birth, and time re-starts; seconds ticking into minutes ticking into hours.

Death cannot hold him.

Jack’s never sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.

The End

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Chapter 170: Waiting

Author's Notes: There hasn't been a new drabble prompt yet, so here, have another one for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100.

Summary: Ianto waits for Jack to revive.


Slumped against a grimy wall in a rain-drenched, litter-strewn Cardiff alleyway, Ianto cradled Jack’s dead body in his arms.

At least there was no blood this time.

Jack had been killed by an alien wielding some sort of energy weapon; the creature responsible lay a few yards away, a neat hole in the centre of its forehead. Ianto had shot it just seconds too late to prevent Jack’s death.

Now he could do nothing but wait in the cold and the dark for Jack to gasp back into life.

Eyes closed, Ianto prayed his lover would return to him soon.

The End



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Chapter 171: Restrictive Butterfly – Sequel To ‘Transmissive Butterfly’

Author's Notes: Sorry about the delay, I got stuck on the next part of the Butterfly Saga so posting this one was held up. I want to get a few more written before I continue posting them but I'll try to have another one up soon.

Summary: Tosh gets left behind to butterfly-sit.


Jack clapped his hands together, making the butterfly on Tosh’s head flutter a little.

“Okay, boys and girls, gear up, we have an unknown but sizeable object to retrieve!”

He glanced at Tosh.

“Sorry, Tosh, looks like you’ll have to sit this one out. Direct us from here and keep us informed.” Turning away, he called out, “Mickey, we don’t know exactly how big this thing is so you’d better bring the van.”

Tosh sat and watched the team head for the garage, then turned to look at the butterfly reflected in her monitor.

“Well, just you and me now.”

TBC in ‘Reflective Butterfly’

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Chapter 172: Waking - Sequel to ‘Waiting’

Author's Notes: Not as fluffy as I’d hoped, but it’s what I ended up with. A pair of drabbles because it wasn’t fair to leave Jack dead and Ianto waiting.

A final fill for Challenge 297 – Seconds at tw100

Summary: Jack wakes from death again.


Between one second and the next, Jack jolted back into life, gasping for breath and clutching at Ianto like a drowning man.

“It’s okay, Jack, I’ve got you,” Ianto murmured in his lover’s ear.

“Ianto, you’re alright! Was scared you’d be killed too, didn’t have time to warn you.”

“I saw everything, dealt with the alien before it knew I was there.”

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, squirming around to face Ianto; the next few minutes were spent in very pleasurable kissing and groping as Jack checked for himself that all Ianto’s parts were attached and in working order.


OoOoOoOoO


Separating to catch their breath, Ianto leant his forehead against Jack’s and just breathed in his scent for a few seconds before finally pulling away.

The rain was coming down ever harder and they were now half-laying in a rapidly expanding puddle of freezing water, soaked to their skins. Funny how he hadn’t noticed that until just now.

“As pleasurable as this is, we should probably clean up the evidence,” Ianto gestured at the dead alien, “and get back to the Hub before we drown.”

Reluctantly, Jack let him go.

“You’re right. Work before pleasure. Later though?”

“Count on it.”

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Chapter 173: Ignorance Is Bliss

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 298 – In Vino Veritas at tw100.

Summary: Jack prepares to retcon the wedding guests.

Spoilers for Something Borrowed.


In vino veritas. In wine there is truth. Maybe that’s so, but not this time.

One little pill dropped in each glass and all this wine would hold was forgetfulness.

It was better that way. These were just ordinary people; they knew nothing of Torchwood and aliens before today. No one should have to live with the memory of homicidal, shape-shifting monsters on a day when the worst that should happen is a few guests drinking too much and getting a bit rowdy.

Tomorrow they would remember the perfect wedding; Tosh’s technical wizardry would ensure they had photos to match.

The End

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Chapter 174: Reminiscing

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 298 – In Vino Veritas at tw100.

Summary: Jack believes wine loosens Ianto’s tongue.


Ianto swigged from the wine glass and continued the tale of his doomed romance with Emily Hughes when they were eight.

“Then her mam caught us playing doctor in Em’s Wendy house; dragged me home by my ear. We were never allowed to play together again,” he finished gloomily. “Don’t know what she was so mad at though, Em still had her knickers on,” he added indignantly.

Jack wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“You should get drunk more often. Wine loosens your tongue.”

“What’re you talking about? I’m not drunk.” Ianto brandished his glass. “This is cranberry juice.”

The End



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Chapter 175: Friendship

Author's Notes: My third and final drabble for Challenge 298 – In Vino Veritas at tw100.

Summary: Tosh gets a little drunk and confides in her best friend.


“I love Owen,” Tosh confided in Ianto rather loudly, “but I have noooo idea why. He looks like a frog and he’s such a bastard! Sleeps with different women every night. He’s a… he’s a cad! I hate him!”

She threw her arms up in the air and nearly dumped the contents of her wine glass over her head. Ianto quickly took it away from her.

“Why doesn’t he want me, Ianto? Aren’t I pretty enough?”

“Owen’s an idiot. He’s not good enough for you.”

Tosh squinted myopically at her friend in awe.

“It’s true, you really do know ever’thing!”

The End

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Chapter 176: Playing Gooseberry

Author's Notes: Written for Little Nerdling, for leaving the first review on my drabbles here. I hope you like it!

This was meant to be just one drabble, but I couldn’t decide which idea to use so I wrote both – two drabbles for the price of one!

Summary: Jack and Ianto are in a romantic mood, but they’re not as alone as they thought.


The romantic, candlelit dinner for two had been Jack’s idea. He set the table, lit candles, chilled wine; everything looked perfect.

With Ianto seated across from him, gorgeous in dark suit and red shirt, Jack served the starter. He smiled at Ianto, reaching to take his lover’s hand, when suddenly a fluffy head popped out from under the table and stole the avocado right off Jack’s plate.

Ianto almost fell off his chair laughing at the look on his captain’s face. Jack was speechless; mouth open, eyes comically wide with shock.

“Don’t worry, cariad,” he chuckled, “you can share mine.”


OoOoOoOoO


Some weeks later, after being run off their feet for several very long days, Jack and Ianto had sent the others home and settled down to watch a movie.

Ianto was nursing multiple bruises and a sprained wrist following a disastrous encounter with large and clumsy aliens, so Jack was intent on pampering him. Thoroughly enjoying all the attention, Ianto was snuggling close to Jack and hoping for a bit of post-movie fun.

Right up until a certain Fluff decided it wanted to watch the movie too and draped itself across their laps.

‘Sometimes,’ Ianto mused, ‘you just can’t win!’

The End

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Chapter 177: In Wine There Is…

Author's Notes: A final drabble for Challenge 298 – In Vino Veritas at tw100.

Summary: There’s an accident with some alien wine…


The team returned to a Hub in chaos and a very harassed looking Ianto.

“What happened?” Jack asked, looking shocked, “and what’s that all over the floor?” He gestured at pools of purple liquid splattered about.

“It’s wine of some sort, probably alien,” Ianto replied. “A vat appeared on the Plas and exploded when I was bringing it down on the invisible lift. Unfortunately, someone got to it before I could clean up.”

They heard a loud “Hic!” and watched as a very sticky purple Nosy slithered erratically past them.

“Do Fluffs get hangovers?” asked Owen

“God, I hope not!”

The End

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Chapter 178: …Alcohol – Sequel to ‘In Wine There Is…’

Author's Notes: Okay, this is definitely my final drabble for Challenge 298 – In Vino Veritas at tw100.

Summary: Nosy is hungover.


Bathing a drunken Fluff had been an experience, but between them they’d managed to wash most of the wine off. There were some stains, mostly underneath where it had really soaked in, lending Nosy a purplish tinge but overall it wasn’t too bad.

Now though, Nosy was looking decidedly sorry for itself, lying limply by the sofa with an ice pack balanced on its head.

Owen sympathised, he’d been there only too often.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” he said, injecting Nosy with a hangover cure. “Too much wine isn’t good for you so don’t lay in it.”

The End

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Chapter 179: Spying - Quadruple drabble

Author's Notes: This one’s for Meirionwen, who left the 600th review on my drabble collection at ff.net. She asked for ‘Young Ianto in a tree. Bonus points for Jack. Ianto is seventeen.’ I tried to write a drabble, I really did, but it just wasn’t working, so here is a set of four drabbles.

Summary: Teenage Ianto likes being up trees, looking down on the world, especially when no one knows he’s there.


Ianto spent his 17th birthday up a tree. This wasn’t exactly unusual, at least not for Ianto, who spent a great deal of time up various trees. So much so, his sister Rhiannon said he must be part monkey.

There was a lot to be said for being up high, looking down on the world, especially if no one knew you were there.

Being up a tree was like being in a different world. It was peaceful, private, a good place for thinking and an even better place for spying, which was what Ianto was doing right at that moment.



A man stood a short distance away. Ianto had seen him before; tall, dark haired, gorgeous if you liked that sort of thing, and Ianto rather thought he did. Just looking at him made his skin tingle.

Maybe it was the coat, retro military. He wore it like it was as much a part of him as his blue eyes, white teeth and film-star smile. Made him look like the dashing hero in those war movies he watched with his dad at the Electra, back when he was a kid. Before dad lost the shop and turned to the bottle.



Ianto watched the man surreptitiously. He seemed to be waiting for someone, or something.

There was a communication device in his ear; he keep reaching up to touch it and speaking in a voice too low for Ianto to hear what he was saying.

Ianto wondered if he was some sort of secret agent, like James Bond. That would be so cool!

Suddenly, the man tensed, pulling a gun from a holster at his hip. Ianto’s eyes widened and he held his breath as the man took off at a run, coat flying out behind him like a superhero’s cape.



Ianto watched until the man was out of sight before slumping against the tree trunk, panting, unbelievably turned on by what he’d witnessed. There was something about the man that excited him in ways he’d never experienced before.

He liked girls, no doubt about that, and he was attracted to boys too, but this was different, stronger. He felt drawn to the man, like iron to a magnet.

Everything about him was perfect; his hair, that smile, the way he moved. That bloody glorious coat!

He was a mystery; Ianto didn’t even know his name, but someday, he’d find out.


The End


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Chapter 180: Bedtime Story

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100. Don't know yet how many I'll write this week, I've got two so far...

Summary: It’s Owen’s night on duty.


It was Owen’s turn on night duty, so he’d come prepared.

Snacks, a handheld computer game for entertainment until bedtime, his iPod loaded with great music, and something else hidden at the bottom of his bag that he’d made sure no one else found out about.

The team had all gone home, Jack and Ianto were on a date and the Hub was quiet. Nosy slithered obediently into its bunk and Owen tucked it in.

“Ready for your bedtime story?”

Nosy hummed eagerly.

Owen pulled a book from his bag and settled down.

“Green Eggs and Ham, by Doctor Seuss…”

The End




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Chapter 181: Tasty Treats

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100. I have two more to post.

Summary: Gwen can’t resist chocolates. That may be about to change...


The bag of chocolates sitting beside the coffee machine looked so tempting; Gwen was sure no one would mind if she had one.

Popping it into her mouth, she delighted in the chocolate and the crispy inside. Checking to make sure there were plenty left, she took one more, crunching it up quickly.

“Morning, Gwen, I’ll have coffee ready shortly,” Ianto said breezing into the kitchenette. “Ah, that’s where I left them.” He picked up the bag. “Myfanwy, loves chocolate covered scorpions.”

Gwen’s eyes widened and her face paled.

“Scorpions?” she squeaked, then fled.

Ianto frowned.

“What’s up with her?”

The End

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Chapter 182: Mystery Meat

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100, and the one I like the least. No offence meant to animal lovers everywhere. Blame the prompt.

Summary: Owen buys lunch for the team.


Returning to the Hub after a weevil hunt turned out to be a hoax, the team came across a bustling farmers’ market.

Stalls displaying fresh fruit and veg vied with those selling fancy cheeses, handmade chocolates or preserves. One section was devoted to meat of all kinds, from beef to buffalo, chicken to ostrich. Sausages and burgers sizzled on barbecues, filling the air with mouth-watering aromas that made their stomachs growl.

Approaching a stall, Owen bought burgers, handing them out.

Gwen took hers dubiously.

“What is it?”

“Reindeer.”

“I can’t eat Rudolph!”

“Just kidding.”

“Oh.”

“It’s kangaroo.”

“Bastard!”

Owen smirked.

The End




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Chapter 183: Snacking

Author's Notes: My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100. (Unless we don't get a new prompt this week...)

Summary: Ianto and Tosh enjoy trying unusual snacks.


Setting a steaming mug down beside Tosh, Ianto held out a bag.

“Chocolate covered ant with your Weasel coffee?”

“Oooh, yes please!”

Tosh took one, biting into it.

“Mmmm, lovely. Have you tried the grasshoppers?”

“Yep. I prefer the ants though, they have a nuttier flavour.”

“I think I’ll try the salt and vinegar grasshoppers next time. I eat far too much chocolate.”

Ianto pulled a catalogue from his pocket and flipped through it.

“I’ll get some toasted ants then. Owen, care for an ant?”

“I’ll pass. You two are seriously weird,” Owen muttered.

Ianto shrugged.

“No sense of adventure.”

The End







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Chapter 184: Food For Thought

Author's Notes: Here's another drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100.

Summary: There’s no accounting for tastes.


Ianto stared at the small group of aliens huddled together in the tourist office. They had endured an unimaginably long and perilous journey to reach Cardiff and now they stood before him, nervous yet hopeful that their quest had not been in vain.

“Let me get this straight. You travelled to Cardiff from the other end of the galaxy?”

Seven heads nodded in unison, round eyes blinking solemnly.

“Loooong way! Many danger. Much time pass.”

“All that way for…?”

“Great delicacy. We take back, we heroes, much praise, many females!”

“Wait here. I have to go shopping. For dog biscuits.”

The End

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Chapter 185: Different Tastes

Author's Notes: Another drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100. There will be one more, if we don't get a new prompt before I post it.

Summary: Ianto reports recent events to the team.


“They wanted what?” Gwen asked, gaping.

“Dog biscuits. Bonio actually. They’re the ultimate delicacy on their world.” Ianto shrugged. “Don’t think much to them myself, rather dry. No accounting for taste though.”

“Wait a minute, you tried one?”

Ianto looked surprised. “Of course. How else would I find out what other biscuits they might like? Sent them home with an ample supply and some samples.”

“Hold on,” Jack butted in. “Who paid for this bounty?”

“They did. Used my credit card though, didn’t think the supermarket would accept their currency.” He held out several flawless sapphires.

“They’re welcome back anytime.”

The End





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Chapter 186: Weirdest Foods

Author's Notes: This is probably my last drabble for Challenge 299 – Green Eggs and Ham at tw100. Unless inspiration happens to strike again or we don't get a new prompt this week.

Summary: “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?”


Gwen had suggested another team bonding game.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten? I’ve tried octopus. It was… rubbery.”

“I’ve had Rocky Mountain Oysters,” admitted Owen.

“What’s odd about oysters?” Gwen wondered.

“They’re not actual oysters, they’re deep fried bull testicles.”

“Oh. YUK!”

Owen sniggered.

“Tosh?”

“Roasted tarantula. It was good, quite crispy. What about you, Ianto?”

“Alligator. Tastes like chicken. Oh, and Witchetty Grubs.”

Looking disgusted, Gwen turned to Jack.

“I’m almost afraid to ask!”

“Dinosaur. No idea what kind though, they were pretty much pre-cooked after the asteroid hit.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Should’ve guessed you’d win!”

The End


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Chapter 187: Pale Purple Leather

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100. I'm hoping to manage all nine, plus one extra because I accidentally wrote two for one prompt...

Summary: Tosh is too practical to splash out on something she doesn’t need, no matter how much she wants it.


The bag was pale purple leather, butter soft to the touch, and Tosh coveted it the moment she saw it in the exclusive little boutique. It was also wickedly expensive, and being the practical sort, Tosh just couldn’t justify spending so much.

That didn’t stop her pausing to gaze longingly at it whenever she passed the shop window.

Until, one day she paused to look and it was gone.

Smiling sadly, she returned to the Hub.

OoOoOoOoO

Weeks later…

“Happy Birthday, Tosh.”

Seeing the joy on her face as she opened his present, Owen decided it had been worth every penny.

The End

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Chapter 188: Cloud Watching

Author's Notes: The second of hopefully nine (or ten) drabbles for Challenge 300 at tw100.

Summary: Jack and Ianto skive off work to enjoy the sunshine.


Jack and Ianto lay on their backs in a sunny meadow, staring up at the sky, cloud watching.

They’d come out here on a Rift alert. Rather than sending the team, Jack had decided to handle it himself, with Ianto’s assistance.

All they’d found was harmless junk.

They should have gone straight back to the Hub, but the sunshine was too enticing, so…

Ianto pointed at a cloud.

“That one looks like a butterfly.”

“Oh yeah! That one over there could be a swan.”

“That is a swan, Jack!”

“Swans can fly?”

“How long have you been living on Earth?”

The End

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Chapter 189: Simple Logic

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100. I have seven written now, two more prompts to write.

Summary: Jack and Gwen watch little Ianto drawing.


Jack sat quietly, watching the temporarily de-aged five-year-old Ianto drawing.

Ianto was concentrating hard, tip of tongue poking out and a little frown drawing his eyebrows together. He looked adorable.

“What are you drawing, pet?” asked Gwen, “Is it a duck? Why is it purple?”

Little Ianto rolled his eyes and replied with exaggerated patience, as if he were the adult and she the child.

“Not a duck, a swan. See the long neck? And it’s purple ‘cause swans are white but so is paper; if I drew it white it wouldn’t show up.”

Jack beamed.

“Can’t fault that logic!”

The End



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Chapter 190: An Unforgettable Sight

Author's Notes: The fourth of hopelly nine drabbles for Challenge 300 at tw100. I've written eight, just need an idea for the last one.

Summary:One night in Northern Scotland, Ianto sees something he’ll never forget.


Jack pulled off the coast road just north of Dunnet. Headlights off, the only illumination came from moon and stars; silence reigned but for the soft susurrus of the sea.

Ianto gazed through the windscreen at the silvered seascape. He’d never been this far North, but Archie had needed help with a crashed spaceship so they’d driven up, leaving the rest of the team in Cardiff.

They’d been heading home; Ianto didn’t understand why they’d stopped until Jack pointed overhead. Curtains of scintillating light were shimmering across the heavens.

The Northern Lights

Ianto gasped, breathless at the sight.

“It’s incredible!”

The End

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Chapter 191: Royal Purple

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100. I have all nine written, plus a sequel to one and I'm planning at least one other sequel, just because ;)

Summary: It’s Halloween, time to dress up, but what is Ianto wearing? Owen wants to know.


The team were in costume for a Halloween party on the Plas.

“Why’s Teaboy wearing a purple curtain?” asked Owen, who was rather unimaginatively dressed as a doctor.

Ianto rolled his eyes, but it was Jack, dressed in a short white tunic and sandals, who answered.

“It’s called a trabea, Owen, a ceremonial toga worn only by the Emperor.” He placed a circlet of vine leaves on Ianto’s head to complete the outfit.

“Huh. So if Teaboy’s the Emperor, what does that make you?”

Jack winked lasciviously.

“Every Emperor needs a slave.”

“He gets to feed me grapes,” Ianto smirked.

The End

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Chapter 192: Illusive Alien

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100. I've completed the challenge by writing all nine drabbles, and I've just started trying to write another nine, 'cause I'm a glutton for punishment, lol!

Summary: Some aliens prove harder to catch than others.


Torchwood had been chasing an alien through Cardiff’s streets for what felt like half the night, and probably was. It had eluded them numerous times, despite Tosh directing them via CCTV.

That was probably due to it constantly changing shape so they never knew what they were looking for, Ianto reflected.

He and Owen finally cornered it by the lake in Bute Park, quickly netting it before it could escape again.

“How did you know that one was the alien shape-shifter?” Owen demanded.

Ianto gave him a withering look.

“Is your eyesight that bad? Swans don’t usually have three legs.”

TBC in ‘Illegal Alien’




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Chapter 193: Leather Clad

Author's Notes: I've lost count, how many is this? I think it might be the seventh drabble of my first set for Challenge 300 at tw100. Which means I have two more of this batch and seven of the second batch still to post. Just two more to write and I will have completed the challenge TWICE! I must be crazy... But you already knew that ;)

Summary: Ianto is always gorgeous, but Jack wasn’t prepared for this!


Jack couldn’t stop staring.

Ianto, his Ianto, sat before him astride a motorcycle, a vision in black and red leathers, eyebrow raised and a wicked smirk on that oh-so-tempting mouth.

“Whu?” Jack mentally shook himself and tried not to drool. A second attempt at speech was more successful. “Since when did you ride a motorcycle?”

“Since I was eighteen. Haven’t had one since London, but a friend was selling his, so… What do you think?”

Jack’s brain was mush. In his opinion, Ianto Jones was the sexiest being beneath the firmament, but all he could manage was a heartfelt “Guh!”

The End

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Chapter 194: Smoke And Mirrors

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100. I have now completed the challenge twice so I have 10 more drabbles to post, and one for the bonus challenge! Yikes, how will I fit in posting them all?

Summary: Ianto sees right through Jack’s act.


Ianto watched Jack showing off for the police, flirting and smiling the smile until they gave up, leaving the investigation to Torchwood.

“It’s all smoke and mirrors with you,” he observed, coming to stand beside his captain.

“What do you mean?”

“The Wizard of Oz hid behind a curtain to fool people into thinking he was some great and powerful being; you hide behind the coat and a flirty smile, playing the Big Damn Hero so people don’t see that you’re just like them. But I see you Jack, you don’t fool me.”

Jack looked into Ianto’s eyes.

“I know.”

The End


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Chapter 195: Deceptive

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 300 at tw100, which marks my first completion of the challenge. I still have another set of nine to post.

Summary: Ianto’s date night attire is having a dramatic effect on Jack, and Ianto knows it!


Jack stared admiringly at Ianto’s outfit — deep red shirt, open halfway down his chest, matt black leather trousers that looked like they’d been painted on, and matching waistcoat. He looked good enough to eat. There was just one thing worrying Jack.

“You look positively sinful, but are you sure you can breathe wearing those?”

“Trust me, Jack,” Ianto purred, winking, “I can do a whole lot more in these than just breathe. They’re not as inflexible as they look.” With that he bent over and touched his toes to prove it.

Jack's jaw dropped and his brain left the building.

The End

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Chapter 196: Illegal Alien – Sequel to ‘Illusive Alien’

Author's Notes: The first in my second round of fills for Challenge 300 at tw100. Only ten more to post...

Summary: The swan impersonator is questioned.


The alien, now in its natural form, sat forlornly in its cell.

“What do we do with it now?” Owen asked Jack.

“We find out what it's doing here, aside from pretending to be a native.”

“According to our records, it's a Flummel. They're peaceful scholars,” Ianto supplied.

“I did no harm,” the Flummel protested.

Jack frowned.

“Then why’d you run?”

“I am not authorized to visit your world.” It sounded sheepish.

“So you tried to hide.”

It nodded.

“Why a swan?” Owen demanded.

“They’re similar. I thought I would blend in.”

“And the third leg?” Ianto inquired.

“I miscounted.”

The End

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Chapter 197: Worth The Price - Companion piece to ‘Pale Purple Leather’

Author's Notes: The second drabble for my second completion of Challenge 300 at tw100. Seven more to post.

Summary: Owen sees Tosh gazing wistfully into a shop window and makes a decision.


Headed back to the Hub, it took Owen a moment to realise Tosh wasn’t with him. Turning around, he spotted her looking into a shop window and trudged back to join her.

“You okay?”

”Hmmm?” She tore her gaze away from the purple leather handbag she was staring at. “I’m fine. We should get back.” She scurried off.

Owen glanced at the price tag, muttered “Ouch!” and followed, but he couldn’t get her wistful expression out of his head.



A week later, he exited the shop with a package and a significantly lighter wallet.

“Expense be damned, Tosh deserves it.”

The End

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Chapter 198: Marooned

Author's Notes: Third drabble for my second completion of Challenge 300 at tw100.

Set pre-series. Slight spoilers for Fragments and Doctor Who Parting of the Ways.

Summary: Jack contemplates his broken vortex manipulator.


The strap was old, its leather well worn and flexible where once it had been stiff and new, scuffed where it used to be shiny.

Back in his Time Agency days, and even after he turned rogue, it had been his ticket to adventure, all of time and space accessible at the touch of a few buttons. But not anymore; its circuits had burned out making the jump to Earth, leaving him marooned here, condemned to spending eternity in one place.

All he could do was stare at the heavens and pray that his Doctor would return for him soon.

The End

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Chapter 199: Telling Lies

Author's Notes: The fourth drabble in my second completion of Challenge 300 at tw100.

Spoilers For: Countrycide, They Keep Killing Suzie, Combat.

Summary: Gwen berates herself over her affair with Owen.


Standing at the bedroom window, Gwen stared between the curtains at the deserted streets, hating herself.

She’d lied to Rhys. Again. Told him she was working, when in reality she was here, with Owen.

What was she turning into? She kept telling her colleagues how much she loved Rhys, hated having to deceive him about the true nature of her job, but now she was doing something far worse; betraying his trust.

As much as she hated it, lying about her job was a necessary evil. But this was wrong. She knew she should stop.

She just didn’t want to.

The End

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Chapter 200: Transformed

Author's Notes: I think this is the fifth of my drabbles for my second completion of Challenge 300 at tw100.

Spoilers For: Very slight for Something Borrowed.

Summary: Tosh shops for a dress for Gwen’s wedding.



Growing up, Tosh considered herself dowdy and rather plain. Not that she minded, she knew her brains made up for what she lacked in looks. Boys, though, tended to be intimidated by her intelligence. She often thought if she were only prettier then maybe they wouldn’t mind that she was brainy.

Older and wiser now, she still lacked confidence. She wanted so badly for Owen to notice her, but how could she compete with Gwen on her wedding day?

Slipping into a purple dress, she turned to the mirror and gasped. The ugly duckling had miraculously transformed into a swan.

The End


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Chapter 201: Stormy Weather

Author's Notes: Ummm, the sixth (?) drabble of my second round of fills for Challenge 300 at tw100. Still three more to go. And one for the bonus challenge...

Spoilers: Mild for End of Days.

Summary: Ianto prepares for another day without Jack.


The sky was a bruised purple colour, indicating an approaching storm. Ianto threw back the curtains and stared out gloomily. The weather suited his mood.

He wished he could just go back to bed and hide from the world but that wasn’t an option. Since Jack disappeared, it was all hands on deck. Besides, the others couldn’t be trusted to clean up after themselves and no one else would think to feed Myfanwy and Janet.

He missed Jack.

With a heavy sigh he opened his wardrobe to select a suit. Time to don his armour for another day of work.

The End



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Chapter 202: Watching The Skies – Sequel to ‘An Unforgettable Sight’

Author's Notes: Seventh in my second round of fills for Challenge 300 at tw100. This one's a sequel to one of the drabbles from my first round of fills fot this challenge and there will be third part, hopefully tomorrow.

Summary: Ianto and Jack enjoy their romantic interlude.


Stretched out on the SUV’s bonnet, leaning against the windscreen, Jack and Ianto looked to the heavens, taking in the splendour of the Aurora Borealis, one of the most captivating spectacles earth had to offer.

As curtains of light danced across the sky, Jack tightened his arm around Ianto’s shoulders.

“I was hoping we’d be lucky enough to see this while we were here,” he admitted softly, “I wanted to share it with you.”

Ianto squeezed his hand.

“It’s breathtaking, Jack, thank you.”

“Guess I can do romantic dates when I try,” Jack teased.

“Never doubted it for a second.”

TBC in Stargazing

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Chapter 203: Stargazing - Sequel to ‘Watching The Skies’

Author's Notes: I think this is the eighth drabble in my second round of fills for Challenge 300 at tw100. One more left for this challenge and one for the bonus challenge, YAY!

Summary: Ianto and Jack continue to enjoy their romantic interlude.


The light show had ended, but still Jack and Ianto lingered in the pre-dawn stillness, gazing at a sky filled with more stars than could ever be seen over Cardiff. Jack had long since memorised earth’s constellations and now he pointed them out to Ianto, though he suspected his lover already knew their names.

“That’s Cygnus, the swan. One constellation, dozens of stars. Earth’s astronomers are only just learning how to detect planets around distant stars, but they’re out there, millions of them.”

“Do you miss it? Travelling among the stars?”

“Sometimes. Someday we’ll visit them together.”

“I’d like that.”

TBC in ‘Homeward Bound’

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Chapter 204: Deceived

Author's Notes: Success! This is the last one, I've completed Challenge 300 at tw100 twice, that's eighteen drabbles, two for each of the prompts.

I have one to post for the bonus challenge and then I'll be posting random drabbles in between whatever I write for forthcoming prompts at tw100, in an attempt to post 200 drabbles in one year. The total number of drabbles so far this year is 169, so I have to post another 31 before midnight on December 31st 2013.

Prompts are welcome! Wish me luck!

Spoilers For: Everything Changes, They Keep Killing Suzie.

Summary: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.


It’s raining again; Suzie likes it. Fewer people on the streets and they keep their heads down, hurrying home. It simplifies things.

Target selected, she follows him down an alleyway, reaching into her bag. Her fingers brush the glove and she smiles, grasping the knife that lies beside it and plunging it into an unsuspecting back.

Swapping leather glove for metal, she reaches for her victim’s head.

Suzie believes she’s helping people, learning to conquer death. But the glove is twined around her mind, whispering lies, obliterating the line between right and wrong. She thinks she’s in control.

She’s not.

The End


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Chapter 205: Spartan Living

Author's Notes: My drabble for Bonus challenge 300.1 at tw100.

Spoilers For: Cyberwoman I guess.

Summary: Jack visits Ianto while he’s on suspension and gets a shock.


Seeing inside Ianto’s flat for the first time came as a shock to Jack, though in retrospect it shouldn’t have. All Ianto’s time and resources had been poured into caring for Lisa when he wasn’t working, and sometimes even when he was. The flat was simply a place to keep things and to shower. Calling it Spartan was an understatement.

A sleeping bag on the bare floor, a radio, crates to sit on, boxes everywhere. There was no furniture whatsoever and the bare minimum in the kitchen, just enough for one person.

“Let me help you make this place home.”

The End


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Chapter 206: Homeward Bound - Sequel to ‘Stargazing’

Author's Notes: I decided to write one more part to complete the tale of their romantic impromptu date in Scotland.

Summary: After their romantic night, Jack takes the wheel for the long drive back to Wales.


They stayed up all night, first watching the Aurora, then stargazing, and finally watching the sun rise in a cloudless summer sky. Ianto said it was the most romantic and magical night he’d ever known; Jack had excelled himself.

Driving down the motorway, remembering Ianto’s words and the smile on his face as they’d lingered over breakfast in a small village café, Jack was filled with a warm glow.

Glancing across at his lover, fast asleep in the passenger seat, he smiled softly.

Whatever the future held, Jack knew there was no one he’d rather share it with than Ianto.

The End

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Chapter 207: Jack Behaving Badly

Author's Notes: Just a silly little one-off drabble, inspired by a prompt on comment_fic.

Warnings: Use of a very bad joke.

Summary: Gwen is shocked and Ianto is exasperated with Jack. Business as usual then.


“Sorry to call you boys in on your night off,” Gwen apologised, “but I don’t think I can handle this by myself. Whatever came through the Rift is alive and pretty big.”

“It’s fine, Gwen, Ianto and I were just having a quickie at the café on the Plas,” Jack explained airily.

Gwen’s eyes widened comically as she stared at them, face turning scarlet.

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Quiche, Jack. How many times do I have to tell you it’s pronounced quiche?”

“I like my name better,” Jack smirked.

“You just like shocking people to see their reaction.”

“That too.”

The End

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Chapter 208: Sexbot

Author's Notes: The first of the drabbles prompted by my friends to help me reach 200 before the end of the year. I'll post these in between fills for the tw100 prompts.

This one is or fanbot’s prompt ‘Sexbot’.

Summary: Jack’s delighted with the latest treasure from the Rift. Ianto’s somewhat dubious, with good reason.


Owen glared at the thing.

“How come we never get anything good?”

Peering over Owen’s shoulder, Jack laughed delightedly.

“That’s not just good, it’s brilliant!”

“You know what it is?”

“Yep. It’s a sexbot!”

“WHAT? But it has tentacles! And suckers! And what are those disgusting wiggly bits in the middle?”

“I never said it was a sexbot for humans.” Turning to Ianto, he whispered, “We’ll try it later; you’ll love it.”

Ianto nodded calmly.

“Very good, Sir. I’ll pack it for transport.” Under his breath he added, “I hope you’re right. The last ‘sex toy’ tried to eat us.”

The End

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Chapter 209: Compulsion

Author's Notes: Another of my prompted drabbles. his one's for angelsphonebox, who provided the prompt ‘Knitting.’

Summary: Alien tech does strange things to people.


Despite being used to the strange effects of alien technology, they all agreed this was among the strangest.

Tosh had started knitting and couldn’t stop.

As it was usually her job to figure out alien devices and reverse their effects, that was a bit of a problem.

Well, two problems really. Tosh only knew garter stitch and had no idea how to cast off, so just kept knitting while the others tried to work out how to turn the damn thing off.

‘On the bright side,’ thought Tosh, ‘it looks like I might break the record for world’s longest scarf!’

The End

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Chapter 210: The Scarf

Author's Notes: Still for angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Knitting’, but also for all the commenters and reviewers who said pretty much the same thing. I’m sure you can guess what I’m talking about, LOL! This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: Tosh wears her nice new handmade scarf, which gets admired.


After almost two days, the team finally succeeded in turning the device off.

Once the compulsion to knit wore off a few hours later, Ianto talked Tosh through casting off and they measured the finished scarf, which turned out to be just over 7 metres long.

Despite it falling far short of breaking any records, Tosh was still proud of her achievement. It was the first thing she’d ever knitted so she intended to wear it, even if it was rather long. Cardiff could get very cold in winter, but wrapped in her scarf she was sure to stay warm.

OoOoOoOoOoO

The following morning, Tosh grinned to herself as she wrapped her new scarf around her neck several times as protection from the bitterly cold Cardiff morning, before setting off to work.

Leaving her building, she hurried towards the bus stop and almost immediately ran headlong into a strange, tall man.

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Nonsense, my dear, it was entirely my fault,” he replied. “Oh, I say, I do like your scarf. It’s just like mine!” He beamed at her approvingly, then dug in his pocket. “Would you like a jelly baby?”

The End

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Chapter 211: Childhood Memories

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 301 - Frost at tw100.

Summary: Ianto remembers his mother.


Little Ianto stared in wonder at the frost making pretty patterns on the windowpanes. Coming up behind him, his mother wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug.

“That’s the work of elves you know,” she told him. “On winter nights they come and spin lace out of ice crystals to decorate the world and make everything beautiful.”

“Why do they only do it in winter?” Ianto asked.

“Because the rest of the year, the world is beautiful enough.”


OoOoO


Ianto smiled to himself. He knew better now, but frost on the windows would always remind him of his mother.

The End


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Chapter 212: Cold Comfort

Author's Notes: My second and final drabble for Challenge 301 - Frost at tw100.

Summary: Ianto and Jack are trapped by malicious aliens. This one’s a bit dark.


Ianto snuggled closer to Jack, pulling the blankets tightly around them both as he watched fingers of frost spreading lacy patterns across the SUV’s windows.

Jack was cold, almost frozen solid by the aliens they’d been hunting, but in here with the emergency heat packs and thermal blankets, the doors securely locked and the windows tightly closed, they’d be safe enough.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the team arrived with flame-throwers and heat grenades. Then Ianto would willingly join the fight against the ice demons who’d killed his captain for fun.

They were going to pay.

The End

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Chapter 213: Twisted Timelines - Sequel to ‘The Scarf’

Author's Notes: Still for angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Knitting’, a final part, just to tie up loose ends ;)

Summary: Tosh finds someone who needs a scarf more than she does...


Years later, the scarf was still with Tosh. She even still wore it occasionally on very cold winter days, though she’d now made herself several shorter ones that fitted better.

One day while wearing it, Tosh came across a familiar looking figure wandering through Cardiff. He seemed bewildered and confused, not to mention rather cold.

“Here,” she told him, looping the scarf around his neck, “looks like you need this more than I do.”

“Oh, thank you very much! Yes indeed, that’s much better! I say, you don’t happen to know where I could get some Jelly Babies, do you?”

The End

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Chapter 214: At Sunset

Author's Notes: For mahmfic. The prompt was this picture:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/a-lwin/11085776695/


Summary: Ianto’s brooding after a fight with Jack.


It had been such a stupid fight. Ianto couldn’t even remember what had started it. All he remembered was yelling at Jack, getting yelled at in return, and storming out of the Hub to his car.

He’d just started driving, not caring where he was going, until he’d found himself here, at a rocky cove with the sun going down over the sea.

His bad mood gradually melted away as he sat on a rock, breathing sea air and watching the sunset.

Pulling out his phone he found a text from Jack.

‘I’m sorry. I love you. Come home. Jx’

The End

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Chapter 215: Lazy Day

Author's Notes: For Kul_breez’s prompt ‘lazy day - Torchwood style’. This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: There’s nothing to do, so the team have a lazy day.


For the first time in living memory, team Torchwood had absolutely nothing to do.

All their paperwork was finished, all the filing done; cataloguing was up to date… There wasn’t even a corpse for Owen to dissect or one of Tosh’s programmes needing work.

“Now what?” asked Owen, throwing himself down on the sofa.

“Now we have a lazy day.” Ianto’s voice drifted up from where he lay on the floor, legs on the sofa, watching Myfanwy lazily circle the Hub on an updraft.

“Doing what?” Owen grumbled.

“Anything,” Jack replied, lying down beside Ianto. “Or possibly nothing at all.”


~~~~~~~~~


“Doing nothing suits me just fine.” Gwen flopped down beside Jack. “Been run off my feet planning the wedding. It’ll be nice doing nothing for a change.” She stared up at Myfanwy with a happy sigh.

Stretching herself out on the floor to Ianto’s other side, Tosh let out a huge yawn, setting everyone else off.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed,” she admitted.

“You lot are weird,” Owen muttered, sliding off the sofa to lay down with them. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”



Watching them from above, Myfanwy sighed. She’d never understand humans.

The End

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Chapter 216: Defrosting Jack – Sequel to ‘Cold Comfort’

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 302 - Thaw at tw100. The idea is for there to be two more to complete this story. I have one written, just got to write the final part.

Summary: Ianto waits for Jack to defrost and revive.


When they’d left the Hub to track whatever had come through the Rift, Ianto never imagined that he’d wind up having to defrost his lover.

Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Jack would revive until he’d thawed out a bit, so with grim patience, Ianto endured the discomfort of cuddling the frozen man, determined to do what he could to warm him even if it meant risking a touch of frostbite.

It seemed like forever before Jack’s skin finally began to warm, the blue tinge turning to a healthier pink, but Ianto only relaxed when Jack finally took his first breath.

TBC in ‘Preparing For Battle’

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Chapter 217: Preparing For Battle - Sequel to ‘Defrosting Jack’

Author's Notes: The second of my drabbles for Challenge 302 - Thaw at tw100. At the moment I've lost count of how many drabbles left in this story. There might be three more, possibly four. The final one doesn't fit this prompt, but is needed to complete the story. One of the others is a bit tenuous, but I'm hoping I'll get away with it.

Summary: Jack revives and gets a situation update from Ianto.


Gasping back to life, Jack found himself bundled in blankets and held tightly in Ianto’s arms.

“Hey,” he murmured, “how long was I gone?”

“About thirty minutes. Had to thaw you out first.” Ianto looked grim.

“How bad is it?”

“Ten of them, two of us. The team are on their way with weapons; we’ll be safe until then. Your playmates are getting frustrated, but at least while their attention’s on us they aren’t looking for victims elsewhere.”

“That’s some consolation I guess.” Jack pulled on the dry clothes Ianto handed him. “They’ll regret tangling with Torchwood.”

“Not for long!”

TBC in ‘Early Thaw’


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Chapter 218: Early Thaw – Sequel to ‘Preparing For Battle’

Author's Notes: You lucky people, here's a second drabble today!

My third drabble for Challenge 302 - Thaw at tw100, and the fourth part of this series. There are three more parts to this.

Summary: The Ice Demons don’t stand a snowball’s chance in Hell!


They’re Ice Demons, born on a frozen world, equipped for the cold. They don’t stand a chance against Torchwood’s weapons.

Jack thinks Ianto is being uncharacteristically vindictive but really, it’s just pragmatism. Jack’s only alive because he can’t stay dead. Anyone else wouldn’t have been so lucky. Ianto intends to make sure none of these creatures gets another shot at killing a human; he’ll take them on single-handedly if he has to, but they are going down.

Termination with extreme prejudice, if you like.

He’s not alone though, the team stands beside him. There’s going to be an early thaw.

TBC in ‘Victory’

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Chapter 219: Victory - Sequel to ‘Early Thaw’

Author's Notes: My fourth (I think) drabble for Challenge 302 - Thaw at tw100, and the fifth part of this series. There are two more after this.

Summary: The Ice Demons meet their end.


It’s not an easy battle, but it’s mercifully short, although merciful for whom is debatable.

The Ice Demons showed Jack no mercy, they’re shown little in return, but at least they don’t have time to suffer the way Jack did. Ianto supposes that’s a kind of mercy.

Flamethrowers are brutal but efficient, lasers slice cleanly, fire grenades…

They only use one; they have more but they’re simply not needed. The Ice Demons misjudged humanity; thought them easy targets.

They found out too late they were wrong.

Victory brings Ianto no joy, just the grim satisfaction of a job well done.

TBC in ‘Cleanup’

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Chapter 220: Cleanup - Sequel to ‘Victory’

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 302 - Thaw at tw100, and the sixth part of the series which started with 'Cold Comfort'. There will be one more part.

Summary: The battle is over, all that’s left is to clean up the scene.


Cleanup is a subdued affair. Death should never be taken lightly, not even when it’s meted out in defence of the planet.

The invaders’ remains will have to be burned. Creatures with an affinity for ice are not something Torchwood wants in their cryo freezers. They’re almost certainly dead, but it’s still a chance none of the team are willing to take.

Besides, there’s not all that much left anyway. Ice melts, and beneath that protective covering they were smaller than they’d appeared. Ianto might have felt sorry for them, had he not seen how much they’d enjoyed Jack’s suffering.

TBC in ‘Aftermath’

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Chapter 221: Aftermath - Sequel to ‘Cleanup’

Author's Notes: Second drabble today, and the final part of the series that started with 'Cold Comfort'.

Summary: Cardiff is safe again and Torchwood can rest.


Battle over, cleanup complete, bodies disposed of. Another invasion thwarted and the people of Cardiff remain unaware. The news briefly mentions a localised pocket of freak weather, but there’re more important events to report.



It’s been a rough night and the rest of the team need no encouragement to head home to their beds. Whether any of them will sleep easily is another matter entirely.

Ianto and Jack fall into bed, clinging to each other for reassurance that all is right in their world. Jack dying always takes a toll on them both.

But they’re together, and that’s what matters.

The End

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Chapter 222: Enjoying The View

Author's Notes: This one's for lexxiescott, for her prompt ‘Jack and Ianto on the London Eye’. Oh look, it’s a double drabble ;)

Summary: There’s a UNIT meeting in London, Jack and Ianto are meant to be there, but they got a little sidetracked…


It was inevitable that Jack would take to the London Eye like a duck to water; high places were his thing, after all. So naturally, as soon as he could, he dragged Ianto across London for the sole purpose of taking a ride (or ten) on it.

Not that Ianto objected; he had no problem with heights and the views were breathtaking.

Jack was never still, moving around the car pointing out familiar landmarks to Ianto as the wheel slowly turned, apparently forgetting that the Welshman had spent five years living in the city.

Ianto just smiled, enjoying the view.


OoOoO


When his phone buzzed, breaking the tranquillity, Ianto pulled it from his pocket, checking the caller ID.

“UNIT again?” asked Jack

“Yep.”

“Never give up, do they?”

“Apparently not. We are rather late for our meeting; we should probably head over there before they send out search parties.”

“I suppose so,” Jack agreed reluctantly. Then he smirked, flipped open his Vortex Manipulator and pressed a few buttons. The wheel ground to a halt, with their car right at the top. “On the other hand, maybe you should call them, tell them we’re unavoidably detained.” He winked.

Ianto grinned.

“Yes, Sir.”

The End



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Chapter 223: The First Day…

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100 and the first part of The Twelve Days of Riftmas. I haven't written them all yet, so wish me luck!

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the first day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call from the police. A pair of odd birds had got inside Mrs Partridge’s house and made themselves at home in her Christmas tree.

She hadn’t minded at first, they were pretty and seemed satisfied with the crumbs she fed them. Then they’d built a nest of tinsel and started courting.

“Can’t hear myself think over the racket they’re making,” she told the team when they went to investigate.

“Skreeeek! Skreeeek!” sounded from the living room, like fingernails down a blackboard.

“I see what you mean,” said Ianto, handing out earplugs.

TBC



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Chapter 224: The Second Day…

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100 and the second part of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’ . Still don't know if I can do them all, but I've written the first 7.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the second day of Christmas, Torchwood responded to a call for assistance by the Cardiff Harbour Patrol. It seemed there were two large turtles diving in the harbour.

“What does that have to do with us?” asked Gwen. “Shouldn’t they call the zoo?”

“Apparently they’re wearing scuba gear,” said Ianto.

Arriving at the scene, they found there were indeed two scuba-diving turtles.

“Sorry, guys, but the harbour is off limits,” Jack told them. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Diving for treasure!” said one, and they dove into the water again.

“I’m starting to see a pattern here,” Ianto commented.

TBC in ‘The Third Day…’


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Chapter 225: The Third Day…

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 3 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the third day of Christmas, the police called again. They’d picked up three very confused young ladies who claimed to have been in France only moments before.

Naturally, Owen volunteered to go and collect them.

Jack sent Tosh, who brought them to the tourist office.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.

“According to Sabine, Odette and Denise, they were at their friend’s hen party in Rouen,” said Tosh.

“Of course they were,” sighed Ianto.

“Anyway, there was a bright light and suddenly they found themselves in Cardiff. They’ve also jumped approximately 17 years into the future.”

TBC in ‘The Fourth Day…’

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Chapter 226: Deck The Hub

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon’s prompt ‘The Hub is decorated for the holidays’.

I have several other Christmas-themed drabbles that I want to post before Christmas day, so I'm interspersing them with 'The Twelve Days of Riftmas' whenever I can manage to post twice in a day.

Summary: The team are decorating the Hub for Christmas.


“Deck the Hub with boughs of holly,” Gwen sang, completely off-key, as she strung tinsel around the catwalk railings.

“Not holly though, is it,” commented Owen.

“Shut up, grinch.”

“What if I don’t? You gonna decorate me?”

Jack poked his head out of his office.

“Children, behave! Some of us are trying to work!” And he vanished again.

“He’s trying to put the fake Christmas tree together.” Ianto smirked. “Last time I checked, he had the branches on upside down.”

“Aren’t you going to help him?”

“I will when he’s frustrated enough to make it worth my while.” Ianto winked.

The End

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Chapter 227: The Fourth Day…

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 4 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’

Still only got the first 7 written, though I have ideas for most. 12 is still giving me trouble.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the fourth day of Christmas, Cardiff Council contacted Torchwood, concerning a group of peculiar creatures that had been spotted wandering around the Pengam Moors Allotments in Splott.

Sure enough, when the team got there, they were confronted by an unusual sight; about a dozen bewildered bird-like creatures were milling about carrying heavy-looking garden implements.

At the sight of them, Ianto groaned and buried his head in his hands.

Owen just looked puzzled.

“I don’t get it,” he confessed, “what are they?”

“I think you’ll find they’re the fork-hauling birds,” Ianto told him wearily. “The Rift has clearly gone bonkers.”

TBC in ‘The Fifth Day…’



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Chapter 228: Christmas Vacation

Author's Notes: This one's for star54kar’s prompt ‘Icicles’.

Summary: Jack and Ianto go on a Christmas vacation.


“Where better to spend our first Christmas out among the stars than the planet Winter?” said Jack as he brought their ship in to land at the spaceport. “You’ll love it here. The icicles chime like bells when the wind blows! There’s a roaring fire in every cabin, beautiful scenery and every kind of snow sport imaginable. We’ll hire an ice yacht to see the sights; frost caverns, snow sculptures, the frozen sea…”

Jack’s enthusiasm was infectious; Ianto felt excitement bubbling inside him like he was a kid again.

“Sounds amazing!”

“It will be,” Jack smiled, “because we’re here together.”

The End

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Chapter 229: The Fifth Day…

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and also, Part 5 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. I have all but the last two written now.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the fifth day of Christmas, there was a phone call from the Vicar at St Edeyrn’s Church, Llanedeyrn. It seemed a strange, glowing ball with flashing lights had appeared in the church sometime during the night.

Mystified, the team set out to retrieve it.

The Vicar greeted them warmly and informed them that the object was up in the bell tower.

Ianto slumped into the nearest pew.

“Don’t tell me; all five bells have inexplicably turned into gold, haven’t they.”

“How did you know?” asked the Vicar in surprise.

Ianto winced.

“We were due five gold rings about now...”

TBC in ‘The Sixth Day…’


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Chapter 230: The Sixth Day…

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 6 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. I think I might finally have an idea for Day 12.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the sixth day of Christmas, half a dozen hunky men suddenly appeared in the middle of the Plas, complete with a half-built section of brick wall.

“Now that’s more like it!” exclaimed Jack.

“You stay right there,” Ianto told him. “They’re confused enough already, the last thing they need is you flirting at them.”

“Spoilsport,” Jack muttered.

OoOoO

On returning, Ianto had some good news.

“At least they’re still in the right time. We just have to get them back to Cornwall.”

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” said Jack. “Six guys a-laying.”

Ianto gave a pained smile.

TBC in ‘The Seventh Day…’


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Chapter 231: Musical Mystery

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox, for the prompt ‘I swore I turned it off!’

‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’ will return in a few days.

Summary: Something mysterious is going on in the Hub.


Coming up from the garage, Ianto could hear the faint, tinny sound of Owen’s novelty Santa singing Jingle Bells. He groaned. Even from a distance it grated on his nerves.

“You okay?” asked Jack.

“Could’ve sworn I turned that bloody Santa off before we went out!”

“Maybe Owen turned it on again to annoy you.”

Ianto shook his head.

“He left early to take Tosh out to dinner.”

Making their way into the Hub, Jack started to laugh.

“Mystery solved!”

There was Nosy, wiggling and jiggling about in front of Santa.

“What’s it doing?” Ianto asked, puzzled.

Jack shrugged.

“Dancing.”

The End

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Chapter 232: Hot Pursuit

Author's Notes: The second drabble of the day, and onother one for angelsphonebox, who provided the prompt ‘Dashing through the snow.’

Summary: Chasing Weevils is always dangerous, but in winter there can be additional hazards.


Racing headlong past a group of carollers, Ianto reflected that this probably wasn’t what they meant by ‘Dashing through the snow.’ Of course, where Torchwood was concerned, such things tended to be literal.

It was snowing heavily; visibility was poor and the footing was increasingly treacherous. Ianto prayed he wouldn’t break an ankle. Jack was just ahead now, charging downhill in hot pursuit of the weevil.

Suddenly Ianto slipped, crashing into Jack, sending them both skidding out of control. The weevil didn’t stand a chance.

Coming to rest on top of their quarry, Jack noted, “At least we caught it!”

The End

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Chapter 233: Torchwood Christmas Morning

Author's Notes: For Francine S, for leaving the 1200th review on my drabble collection at ff.net. She asked for: A Christmas morning story of either Tosh/Owen or Gwen/Rhys. Well, I couldn’t leave the boys out, so here you go, have all three couples! This one’s a quadruple drabble.

Yes, I know I haven’t posted the fics for 800th, 900th, 1000th and 1100th reviews, but this needs to be posted today because of the subject matter – I wasn’t even sure if I could get it written in time, but I just made it. Enjoy!

A Very Happy Christmas to all my friends, readers, followers and favouriters, I hope you all have a wonderful time!


Summary: It’s Christmas morning for the Torchwood couples!


Christmas morning in the Harper household was chaotic, mostly due to a certain young Fluff. Dizzy was still small enough to go home with them, provided it was kept out of sight of the neighbours.

Owen heated sausage rolls for breakfast, while his lovely new wife sat on the floor playing fetch with Dizzy. Dressed in her robe, bedroom slippers and without a trace of make-up, Owen though Tosh looked more beautiful than ever.

“Happy Christmas, love,” he said as he handed her a plate and a cup of tea.

When she smiled, Owen felt like the richest man alive.


OoOoOoOoO


“It’s the crack of dawn!” Rhys complained, tugging the blankets over his head.

“But it’s Christmas, daddy!” Anwen shouted, trying to pull the covers off again. He peeped out at his daughter.

“Is it now, young lady? Then we’d best go see what Santa brought you, hadn’t we?”

“Yay!” Anwen squealed, bouncing with excitement.

Gwen stood in the bedroom doorway, laughing at them.

“Not so long ago it was you dragging me out of bed at the crack of dawn to open presents,” she teased.

“At least we got to go back to bed afterwards,” Rhys said with a wink.


OoOoOoOoO


“Morning, gorgeous,” murmured Jack, sneaking up behind Ianto, still half asleep and trying to make coffee.

“Gorgeous? You need your eyes testing; I look like there’s a demented hedgehog on my head. Knew I should’ve got a haircut,” Ianto grumbled good-naturedly.

“I like it, gives me something to get hold of.” Jack tugged gently. Ianto rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“Happy Christmas, Jack.”

“Happy Christmas!” Jack fiddled with the belt of Ianto’s bathrobe. “Can I unwrap my present yet?”

“You never change, do you?” Ianto chuckled.

“Would you really want me to?”

“Guess not,” Ianto smirked, kissing him.


OoOoOoOoO


And in the Hub, Nosy slunk about with Velvet riding on its head, leaving small gifts and Christmas crackers at each workstation, humming along to the tinny-sounding novelty Santa on Owen’s desk.

Bob the alien sat in a corner, snoozing, a Santa hat perched on his apex.

George bustled about, distributing party hats and setting out the buffet ready for all the party guests to arrive.

The alien butterfly perched on top of the Christmas tree, impersonating a Christmas star, and Myfanwy presided over everything, checking the decorations and making sure all would be perfect for the Torchwood family Christmas.

The End






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Chapter 234: Snow Joke

Author's Notes: This one's for mahmfic’s prompt ‘Snowman’.

Summary: It’s been snowing in Cardiff, but Ianto notices something’s not quite right…


The people of Cardiff had awoken to a blanket of snow covering the city is sparkling whiteness over a foot deep. Jack was completely enthralled, as he always was by fresh snow, but as they made their way to the Hub on foot, Ianto was troubled. His suspicions were confirmed when they finally arrived at the Plas.

“Jack, I don’t think this is normal snow.”

“What are you talking about? Snow is snow.”

“Usually you’d be correct, but don’t you think it’s the least bit odd that the snowmen are having snowball fights?”

Jack frowned.

“Now that you mention it…”

The End


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Chapter 235: The Seventh Day…

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 7 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the seventh day of Christmas, the team had the task of fishing seven very bedraggled beings out of the Taff.

It had to be said that as swimmers, they left a lot to be desired, but they were certainly giving it their best try.

“I’m no ornithologist, but I’m pretty sure these aren’t swans,” said Owen breathlessly, hauling one out of the water.

“Well spotted, Owen,” snarked a waterlogged Ianto. “What tipped you off?”

“Actually, they’re Melicans,” Jack explained, “They’re from a desert planet in the Swan Nebula.”

“That explains why they can’t swim,” Ianto muttered, wringing himself out.

TBC in ‘The Eighth Day…’

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Chapter 236: The Eighth Day…

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 8 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. I wasn’t happy with my first attempt, it was a bit on the bland side, so I tried again. I like this one better, but I’m posting my first attempt here too, so you guys can decide which one you prefer.

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the eighth day of Christmas, eight large cows were discovered in the Millennium Stadium. Ianto thought they certainly looked ready for milking. Not that he was an expert on cows or anything…

“Oh look!” said Jack cheerfully. “The Rift almost got it right this time!”

“Yes, Jack, because eight ready-to-milk cows are just what we needed.” Ianto rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out. “What am I supposed to do with them?”

“Call a farmer?”

“I was hoping for buxom milkmaids,” Owen grouched.

Ianto sank into a seat. It was entirely possible he was losing his mind.




Alternate Eighth Day...




On the eighth day of Christmas, several crates appeared in a car park.

There was writing on them.

“Maiden’s Milk? What’s that? Some sort of booze?” Owen sounded hopeful.

Prising a crate open, Ianto pulled out a bottle.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Owen, it’s bath oil. ‘You too can have skin as soft as a maiden’s’,” he intoned solemnly. “You should try some.”

“Bite me!”

Ianto smirked.

“Right, let’s load ‘em. Hold on.” He glanced around. “There’s only seven. Where’s the eighth?”

They found it in a ditch, half buried in mud.

“Oh joy,” groaned Ianto. “The Rift hates me!”


TBC in ‘The Ninth Day…’

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Chapter 237: The Ninth Day…

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 9 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’

For anyone interested, this is my 202nd drabble for 2013. I made it past 200, YAY!

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood...

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the ninth day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call about a disturbance in Asda; an entire checkout queue was doing the cancan.

Owen took one look and covered his eyes, saying something about being scarred for life.

Ianto had to agree. None of the ladies was under seventy; nobody needed to see that many pairs of bloomers on display!

Jack persuaded the dancers to form a conga line behind him and danced them into the staff area, while Tosh found the device responsible and switched it off.

All nine ladies agreed they hadn’t had so much fun in years.

TBC in ‘The Tenth Day…’


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Chapter 238: The Tenth Day…

Author's Notes: My tenth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 10 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. Only two more days to go!

This is also my 203rd drabble of 2013. Not bad at all!

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the tenth day of Christmas, Tommy Lord found a twinkling cube in his greenhouse and took it indoors to show his wife.

By the time the team managed to trace what had come through the Rift, all ten members of the Lord family, including their two pet cats, had been turned into frogs.

Luckily, they were all inside at the time, otherwise Torchwood might never have found them. As it was, they spent two hours trying to catch the leaping Lords so Tosh could change them back.

Ianto wondered if it was too late to run away from home.

TBC in ‘The Eleventh Day…’


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Chapter 239: The Eleventh Day…

Author's Notes: My eleventh drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 11 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. There are two again today. The first one I wrote wouldn’t go right, but I’ve included it as an alternate Day Eleven. I like the new one better as it shows the cumulative effect the last ten days have had on poor Ianto…

This will also be my last drabble posted this year. I'd originally hoped to write and post 100 drabbles over the course of 2013, but I flew past that total and aimed for 200 instead. The final number of drabbles posted over the year is 204. However, some were double or even quadruple drabbles, which brings the total up to 217. In 2014, I'll be aiming to post 250. Note that I'm not saying write and post this time. I still have almost 30 drabbles written in the last month for prompts from my friends that I simply haven't had time to post, so they'll get posted next year.

Happy New Year to all my readers!

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.


On the eleventh day of Christmas, Torchwood found themselves dealing with eleven very irate pipe-layers and half a mile of the pipeline they’d been building in Texas.

Ianto took one look, threw both hands in the air and announced, “That’s it, I’m going home, somebody else can sort this one out.”

Jack looked at the muscular men for a moment, clearly wrestling with temptation, then chased after Ianto, catching up just as he reached the SUV.

“Ianto? Wait, please! I’ll be your slave for a week if you just help me sort this out!”

Ianto hesitated.

“My slave? Well… alright.”



Alternate Eleventh Day



On the eleventh day of Christmas, eleven blonde girls materialised in the Millennium Centre, all talking excitedly at once. Naturally, Torchwood were called to investigate.

After speaking to them, Ianto rejoined the team.

“Apparently they’re contestants in a Billie Piper lookalike contest.”

Owen frowned.

“Who’s Billie Piper?”

Ianto shrugged.

“Search me. Jack? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. They seem vaguely familiar, I just can’t think why.”

“Maybe it’s because they look alike.”

“Maybe,” Jack agreed, then brightened. “Tosh thinks she can send them home.”

“Thank God,” Ianto muttered, wandering away, “Just one more day and this insanity will be over.”

TBC in ‘The Twelfth Day…’


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Chapter 240: The Twelfth Day…

Author's Notes: My twelfth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and the final part of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

Spoilers For: It’s Christmas, and the Rift finally gets something right…


On the twelfth day of Christmas, Ianto had to admit he was pleasantly surprised.

After strange birds, gold bells, French girls, pipe-layers and bricklayers, frogs, turtles, cows, bewildered aliens and dancing pensioners, the steel drum band was a relief, bringing the sound of the Caribbean to wintry Cardiff.

Dancing around the Plas, held closely in Jack’s arms, Ianto reflected that all in all, Christmas was turning out to be quite pleasant after all. One good day made all the difference.

As for the Rift, it breathed a sigh of relief; finally it had succeeded in making its beloved Ianto happy.

The End



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Chapter 241: Winter Fun

Author's Notes: For jsks. Prompt at the end.


Summary: The boys sneak out of work to enjoy themselves.


Everyone thought Ianto and Jack had gone Weevil hunting, but they were wrong. The lovers had waited for weeks and finally conditions were perfect! A full moon in a clear sky provided more than enough light.

Wrapped up warmly against the winter chill, they trudged to the top of the hill and turned to admire the scene.

Pristine white snow stretched before them, completely untouched as it had only just stopped falling.

Settling comfortably, Ianto asked,

“Ready?”

Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto.

“Ready!”

One push and they were off, flying downhill, whooping with delight!

Sledding wasn’t just for kids!

The End


A/N2: For the prompt ‘Sledding’.

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Chapter 242: The Perils Of Boredom

Author's Notes: For star54kar’s prompt ‘Toshiko gets bored and…’

Summary: Having a computer genius on the team comes with its own unique set of hazards.


There was a soft rapping at Jack’s office door and Tosh poked her head inside.

“Jack? Could you spare a minute?”

“Come in, Tosh. What’s up?”

“I think I may have done something terrible.” She wrung her hands together, looking worried.

Jack gestured for her to continue.

“I was bored, so I was hacking into various places, just to see if I could. I didn’t mean to do anything, but…”

Jack hardly dared ask, but he was her boss.

“What did you do?”

“I think I’ve accidentally taken over the world. Sorry.”

Jack shrugged.

“At least it’s in safe hands.”

TBC in ‘Empress Of Earth’







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Chapter 243: Empress Of Earth - Sequel to ‘The Perils Of Boredom’

Author's Notes: A sequel for star54kar’s prompt ‘Toshiko gets bored and…’

There are two endings with this one, it’s up to you which one you believe!

Summary: Toshiko rules the earth…


Empress Toshiko the Bountiful, they called her, though she still preferred to be known as Tosh, especially by her many consorts.

Firm but fair, she worked hard to make the world a better place, free from hunger, hate and prejudice. The earth flourished under her reign.

It was the beginning of a new Golden Age, a time when they finally began to make official contact with alien races. Everyone agreed it was a great time to be alive!


OoOoOoOoO


Tosh sat up suddenly in bed.

“Good lord, what a weird dream! Maybe having sushi for supper wasn’t such a good idea!”

The End.



Alternate Ending



Tosh sat up suddenly in bed.

“What a weird dream! Never having sushi for supper again!”

A knock at the door.

“Empress?”

The End.




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Chapter 244: Stress Relief - Sequel to ‘Deck The Hub’

Author's Notes: This one’s for sendian1, who asked to for a sequel to Deck The Hub concerning ‘what Jack will do to make Ianto's efforts worthwhile’. It's a triple drabble.

Summary: Ianto goes to Jack’s aid, and gets his reward.


Jack stuck his head out of his office again, and barked out,

“Ianto! My office! Now!”

Smirking to himself, Ianto obeyed his Captain’s order immediately. He’d been waiting for this all afternoon. As he passed them, he noted with amusement that the rest of the team were quickly gathering their belongings and heading for the exit.

“Something I can do for you, Sir?” he asked, closing Jack’s office door behind him.

Jack looked pathetically at Ianto, waving a Christmas tree branch.

“No matter what I do, I can’t make all the pieces fit together! Help?”

“You only had to ask.”


OoOoOoOoOoO


Ianto removed his Jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves before getting down to business, which naturally involved plenty of bending over with his back to Jack. He could practically feel Jack’s eyes glued to his arse, following every movement.

Ten minutes later, the artificial tree was properly assembled, ready for decorating. He turned to Jack, smiling politely.

“There you go, Sir. Anything else I can help you with?”

He barely managed to finish the question before finding himself pressed against the nearest wall by a hot, sweaty and very eager Jack.

“I have a few ideas,” Jack replied huskily.


OoOoOoOoO


Ianto’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Oh yes, this was definitely worth waiting for!

A frustrated Jack was a force to be reckoned with, but Ianto gave as good as he got, stripping his captain even as his own clothes seemed to magically disappear. He spared a moment to hope they wouldn’t demolish the tree in their eagerness, then gave himself up to enjoying some very energetic stress relief.

When he was finally capable of coherent thought again, Ianto found himself on the floor underneath Jack. Seemed they’d missed the couch again.

“I should get you frustrated more often.”

The End



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Chapter 245: Competitive

Author's Notes: For fanbot. Prompt at the end.

Summary: There are mysterious things going on in the Hub!


Everyone thought it strange that whenever the whole team went out together, there was always CCTV footage missing when they returned.

It was a complete mystery.

OoOoOoOoO

The moment the Hub was empty, George fetched the chessboard, setting it up on the coffee table in readiness for the players, who took up their positions on either side.

Silence reigned except for the muted click of the pieces being moved.

Being closely matched, complete concentration was required from both players. Time ticked slowly past, until…

“Hummmmm!” (Checkmate!)

“Squawk?” (Are you sure?)

“Hum,” Nosy confirmed. (See for yourself.)

Myfanwy huffed.

“Kaaaa!” (Smarty Fluff!)

The End


A/N2: For the prompt ‘Myfanwy vs. ...’


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Chapter 246: Out Of Step

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 304 – Time Zones at tw100. Don't know if I can write another one, inspiration is proving elusive for this prompt.

Summary: Jack knows where he is, but has no idea when.


Jack stood in the Plas, alone and feeling exhausted. The Doctor and Martha had left, fading away in the TARDIS and he realised he had no idea what day it was, or even what time of day. He couldn’t even work it out from the position of the sun, currently hidden behind heavy clouds.

He’d travelled all over the universe, was accustomed to jet lag, but this was far worse than crossing time zones. He was out of step with the rest of the world. A whole year had ceased to exist; it never happened. He needed time to readjust.

The End

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Chapter 247: Homemade Treats

Author's Notes: For star54kar’s prompt ‘Gingerbread’.

Summary: Ianto can be fiercely possessive at times.


Down in the archives, Ianto looked about cautiously, checking the coast was clear, before opening the secret panel and pulling a tin from its hiding place. Setting it on his desk, he opened it and selected two homemade gingerbread cookies shaped like Christmas trees, decorated with green and red glitter.

He’d just hidden the tin again and settled down to enjoy his cookies and coffee when Jack appeared.

“Oooh, cookies!”

Jack reached for one, only to have his hand slapped away.

“Hands off my cookies!”

“Sorry!” Jack retreated rapidly, chastened.

Ianto huffed.

No one came between him and his gingerbread!

The End

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Chapter 248: Poor Myf

Author's Notes: For jsks’s prompt ‘Nursing Myfanwy’.

Summary: Myfanwy has a cold.


AAAAACHOOOOOOO!

Myfanwy’s sneeze echoed through the Hub.

“Poor old girl,” Jack sympathised, “winter really doesn’t suit you, does it?”

The Pteranodon croaked feebly.

Ianto struggled into the nest, laden with duvets, and Jack helped him arrange them over their shivering friend.

“Do you think she has a fever?”

“I don’t know,” Ianto replied, “Owen refuses to take her temperature, he’s afraid he’ll lose his thermometer.”

“Oh. Understandable I guess.” Jack winced at the thought. “She seems to like the soup,” he added, pouring another cupful down Myfanwy’s throat.

“Homemade chicken soup cure’s everything.”

Myfanwy sighed contentedly. She felt better already!

The End



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Chapter 249: Scarred Love

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Scarred Love’

Summary: They’re both scarred.


They both have scars, physical ones from bullet wounds and emotional ones from… well, from life taking every opportunity to kick them in the teeth.

Lost loves, parental neglect, imprisonment; few people come to Torchwood undamaged and they’re no exception.

OoOoOoOoO

It takes almost dying to make Owen notice Tosh, see her clearly for the first time. And just as he starts to consider a relationship with her, she almost dies at Gray’s hands. Saving her life cements the bond between them.

At night they trace each other’s scars tenderly.

Without them, they might not be where they are now. Together.

The End

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Chapter 250: Sexbot Coda – Sequel to ‘Sexbot’

Author's Notes: I couldn’t help myself. A sequel, for fanbot’s prompt ‘Sexbot’ and also for red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Sweat’

Summary: Ianto approves the sexbot.


“What did I tell you?” Jack asked with a satisfied smirk.

Lying half on top of him in an exhausted, sated, sweaty heap, Ianto lifted his head briefly from where it rested on Jack’s chest before letting it flop back again. Moving took far too much effort.

“You were right, for once. Tentacles are very stimulating, not to mention versatile. And those wiggly bits… I never imagined they could do that!” Ianto sounded awed.

“I take it you approve then.”

“Oh yeah!” Ianto smiled dreamily. “We’re definitely trying that again! It’s going in our personal archives tomorrow.”

Jack just laughed.

The End

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Chapter 251: Duty First

Author's Notes: I managed to write a second drabble for Challenge 304 – Time Zones at tw100! YAY!

Summary: Jack and Ianto have to work on New Year’s Eve.


This wasn’t how either of them had planned to spend New Year’s Eve, but the Rift had no respect for earth’s traditions, and Torchwood were obliged to deal with anything that fell through, regardless of where or when.

Or what, Ianto mused, dousing another of the slug-things with salt water and watching it shrivel away to nothing. The neon pink beasties were parasitic and lethal, but thankfully easy to track and neutralise.

Nearby, church bells chimed and Jack pulled Ianto into a quick but heated kiss.

“Happy New Year!”

“It’s only ten o’clock!”

“Really? Well, it’s midnight somewhere.”

“Fair point.”

The End

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Chapter 252: Soap Star

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 305 – Soap Operas at tw100. So far I have one more written.

Summary: Ianto comes across a familiar face in an unexpected place.


It was one of the stranger and more innocuous items to fall through the Rift. Amused and intrigued, Ianto settled down with the old TV guide, flipping through it to see if there were any shows he recognised.

He soon realised it must have fallen through from an alternate universe. Some of the shows were familiar, but the casts were different.

Turning a page, he was suddenly confronted by a familiar face.

“Jack! Take a look at this!” he laughed, pointing to a cast photo for Titans, an American soap opera.

“He looks just like a younger version of you!”

The End

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Chapter 253: Sweet Shopping - Sequel to ‘Twisted Timelines’

Author's Notes: I know I said ‘Twisted Timelines’ was the final part, but DarqueQueen7 asked me to write one more with Tosh taking the Doctor to a sweet shop. How could I possibly refuse? It’s a little longer than planned, a set of 5 drabbles.

Summary: Tosh takes the Doctor to buy sweets.


As Tosh looped the scarf around the man’s neck, he smiled at her, the manic yet infectious grin she remembered from so long ago. She was so caught up in remembering their last/first meeting she almost missed what he was saying…

“You don’t happen to know where I could get some Jelly Babies, do you? I have the oddest craving for them, but I can’t for the life of me recall what they are.”

Smiling back at him, she took his arm, guiding him along the street.

“As a matter of fact, I know just the place. It’s not far.”

OoOoOoOoO

Pushing open the door, Tosh led the way into an old-fashioned sweetshop, the kind with jars of sweets around the wall, waiting to be weighed out into bags.

Small independent shops had started making a return to high streets a few years previously. People had grown tired of the pre-packaged sweets, craving a taste of their childhoods, and enterprising businesspersons had quickly spotted a potentially lucrative opportunity.

Tosh had taken to buying herself some sweets here a couple of times a week. Somehow they tasted so much better from a paper bag, and Ernie stocked all of her childhood favourites.

OoOoOoOoO

“Morning, Ms Sato, what can I get you today?”

“Morning, Ernie. I’ll have half a pound of Sherbet Lemons, please, and my friend here will have a pound of Jelly Babies.” Tosh loved that Ernie had chosen to use pre-decimal weights. It added to the authenticity of the place.

Ernie fetched the jars and weighed out Tosh’s sweets, but just as he was about to weigh out the Jelly Babies, she stopped him.

“On second thoughts, could we buy the whole jar? My friend doesn’t live near a traditional sweetshop.”

“No problem. That’ll be £27.50.”

Tosh paid with a smile.

OoOoOoOoO

With the plastic jar and a bundle of paper bags in a brown paper sack cradled in the Doctor’s arms, they set off back along the street.

“I feel rather bad. You gave me this lovely scarf and you’ve bought me sweets, and I haven’t done anything for you.” He dug in his pocket. “I don’t think I have the right currency to repay you.”

“That’s alright, Doctor. I’ve been expecting you for a very long time.”

“You have? You know who I am? Extraordinary!”

“Let’s just say we’ve met before. I know some of your later regenerations quite well.”

OoOoOoOoO

The Doctor and Tosh stopped outside an old 1960s police box, incongruously parked in the middle of a flowerbed. Tosh found it highly amusing that not one person amongst the throngs of shoppers gave it a second glance.

“Well, here we are.” The Doctor opened the door. “Would you like to come in for a cup of tea? It seems the least I can do.”

Tosh smiled.

“Thank you. I’d like that very much,” she said, stepping through the door he held open for her.

Morning tea in the TARDIS seemed like a very good way to start the day.

The End (and this time I really mean it!)



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Chapter 254: Like A Soap

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 305 – Soap Operas at tw100. I do now have a third one written.

Summary: Life with Torchwood is worse than a soap opera at times.


It had been a hellish week, even by Torchwood standards.

A stranger accused Ianto of being the father of her unborn baby, despite the fact they’d never met and she wasn’t pregnant anyway.

Tosh had come face to face with her evil twin.

Owen found himself being sued for malpractice because someone had stolen his identity and injured a patient.

Jack had woken up in the city morgue, twice, and Gwen was at war with her in-laws over a recipe.

“Someone should make a TV show about us. It would be the most whacked-out soap opera ever made,” muttered Owen.

The End




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Chapter 255: Misinformed

Author's Notes: For red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘a horse carriage without a driver’

Summary: Just another typical day on the Rift with Torchwood…


“Just got a report about a driverless horse and carriage in Bute Park,” Jack announced to the team.

“What’s that got to do with us?” grumbled Owen.

“Apparently, it appeared in a flash of light, going flat out, and nearly mowed down a family picnic. Sounds like one of ours to me. C’mon, people, let’s go round it up.”

OoOoOoOoO

Ianto frowned at Jack.

“I thought you said ‘carriage’.”

“That’s what I was told,” Jack shrugged.

“Humph. You’d think no one had ever seen a Roman chariot before,” Ianto muttered testily as he led the chariot and pair into a Harwood’s lorry.

The End


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Chapter 256: Soap Addicts

Author's Notes: My third and last drabble for Challenge 305 – Soap Operas at tw100.

Summary: Jack is corrupting the Torchwood pets.


Ianto watched in concern. Nosy and Myfanwy were motionless, gazing with rapt attention at the TV Jack had installed. It was a disturbing sight.

Eyes widening in horror as he heard the theme tune begin, he spun on his heel, storming off in search of Jack.

“Jack? How could you?”

“Huh? What did I do now?”

“Myf and Nosy are glued to the TV!” Seeing Jack’s look of alarm, he added, “Not literally, idiot!”

“Thank God. You had me worried there.”

“You should be worried! You’ve turned our pets into couch potatoes! Worse than that, they’re watching Home and Away!”

The End

A/N: Apologies to any fans of the soap.

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Chapter 257: Love & Chocolate

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s quote prompt:
“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.”
― Charles M. Schulz


Summary: Jack helps Ianto feel better after a bad day.


It had been a rough day. An alien creature had fallen through the Rift; frightened and confused, it ran into the road and was hit by a car. The driver hadn’t even bothered to stop.

Ianto, arriving on the scene first, found the creature alive but badly injured. He’d called Owen, but despite the medic’s best efforts, it hadn’t survived.

Ianto took the loss hard, so Jack did what any good boyfriend would; took his partner home for some TLC.

“Better?”

“Much better, thanks.”

“See? All you need is love!”

“Clichéd but true,” Ianto agreed. “The chocolate didn’t hurt either.”

The End


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Chapter 258: Back Trouble

Author's Notes: For fanbot’s prompt ‘Chiropractor’.

Summary: Rhys is having back problems


Rhys had thrown his back out again, this time playing rugby.

Helping him into the car, Gwen tried to persuade him to see a chiropractor, but he refused.

“I’m not paying some overpriced sadist to torture me! I’ll be fine with a few days’ rest,” he insisted, but next day, he couldn’t even straighten up.

Gwen didn’t know what to do, so sought Ianto’s advice. After all, he did claim to know everything.

His answer was certainly unexpected.

“Ask Tosh, she has magic hands, and she knows acupuncture.”

Tosh was happy to help, and surprisingly, Rhys didn’t complain at all!

The End


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Chapter 259: Complex Calculations

Author's Notes: First of five drabbles for owensheart, who prompted me with ‘Ianto discovers the actual date of Jack’s birthday and decides to surprise him with a little celebration.’

Summary: Ianto had set himself a formidable task, but with some help from his and Jack’s friends, he’s come to a fitting conclusion.


Ianto sat back, grinning; he’d finally done it!

It had taken him weeks. There’d been talks with the Doctor and the TARDIS, help with calculations from Tosh and mainframe, but he’d actually managed to convert Jack’s birthdate on Boeshane into the earth calendar and work out his birthday.

November 15th.

He snorted. That made Jack a Scorpio. Not that Ianto really believed in Astrology, he was too down-to-earth for that, but there was no denying it fit.

Forceful, passionate, exciting, magnetic, he was all of those. Also secretive, obstinate, jealous and resentful, but no one was perfect.

Not even Jack.

TBC in ‘What’s Going On?’

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Chapter 260: What’s Going On? – Sequel to ‘Complex Calculations’

Author's Notes: Second of five drabbles for owensheart, who prompted me with ‘Ianto discovers the actual date of Jack’s birthday and decides to surprise him with a little celebration.’

Summary: Ianto has a surprise in store for Jack.


Ianto realised he’d figured out Jack’s birthday just in time. He had ten days to plan a birthday celebration for his lover, so he decided against a big party and arranged something for just the two of them.

OoOoOoOoO

Jack was puzzled when Ianto pulled up in front of a small hotel just up the coast from Cardiff. He was even more surprised when Owen dumped two bags out of the boot, jumped into the driver’s seat and calling out, “See you on Friday,” drove off with the rest of the team.

“Ianto? What’s going on?”

“Patience, Cariad, you’ll find out.”

TBC in ‘Happy Birthday, Jack’



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Chapter 261: Happy Birthday, Jack – Sequel to ‘What’s Going On?’

Author's Notes: Third of five drabbles for owensheart, who prompted me with ‘Ianto discovers the actual date of Jack’s birthday and decides to surprise him with a little celebration.’

Summary: Ianto explains and gives Jack his present.


Up in their hotel room, Ianto sat Jack on their bed and explained what he’d done before rummaging in the bags and presenting Jack with a beautifully wrapped gift.

“Happy birthday, Jack.”

For the first time in a very long time, Jack was rendered speechless; he just sat there, staring first at the gift in his hands, then at Ianto, then back at his gift in complete bewilderment.

“It’s my birthday?”

“Yes, Jack, and since we only have two days here you might want to open that before we have to leave.”

“Oh, right!”

Jack carefully peeled the wrapping away.

TBC in ‘Lost And Found’



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Chapter 262: Lost And Found - Sequel to ‘Happy Birthday, Jack’

Author's Notes: Fourth of five drabbles for owensheart, who prompted me with ‘Ianto discovers the actual date of Jack’s birthday and decides to surprise him with a little celebration.’

I had no idea what Ianto could give Jack for his birthday, so special thanks to owensheart on this part for giving me the idea for the perfect gift, and for helping me work out all the details. I couldn’t have done it without her.

Summary: Jack is amazed by his present.


Jack gasped when he saw what Ianto had given him. Lifting the glowing globe in both hands, he stared as moving images came and went inside it.

“Ianto, where did you get this?”

“I found it at Torchwood House when I was helping Archie catalogue his archives.” Ianto pointed at the next image that appeared, a young boy, beaming widely as he held a toddler. “That’s you, isn’t it? I recognised the smile.”

Jack just nodded. He could barely speak past the lump in his throat.

“It was lost somehow when Boeshane was attacked. Thought I‘d never see it again.”

TBC in ‘The Greatest Gift’



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Chapter 263: The Greatest Gift - Sequel to ‘Lost And Found’

Author's Notes: Last of five drabbles for owensheart, who prompted me with ‘Ianto discovers the actual date of Jack’s birthday and decides to surprise him with a little celebration.’

I had no idea what Ianto could give Jack for his birthday, so special thanks to owensheart on this part for giving me the idea for the perfect gift, and for helping me work out all the details. I couldn’t have done it without her.

Summary: Jack is amazed by his present.


Side by side they watched the moving images in the globe. Jack demonstrated how the slideshow could be paused on a chosen image, and drank in the familiar, much loved faces of his family and friends.

Images of his parents; of himself as a baby in his mother’s arms, as a toddler, and as a growing boy with his younger brother. Memories of his childhood on the Boeshane Peninsula he’d believed lost forever.

“Ianto, thank you, this is the best gift I’ve even been given!”

Ianto shrugged.

“I only returned what was already yours.”

“You gave me back my family.”

The End

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Chapter 264: One Hand

Author's Notes: For Zealith on AO3, who said: ‘I would love to see how Jack got a hold of the Doctor's hand or his reaction to first getting it.’ This is the short version, but I’m working on a longer fic written as a set of drabbles with an altered version of this as one section.

Summary: Jack’s thoughts when he first got the Doctor’s hand.

Spoilers For: Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion, Torchwood: Day One, End Of Days.


Jack stared morosely at the hand in its jar. Over a century of waiting for his Doctor and all he had to show for it was a severed hand. He didn’t know whether to feel hopeful or insulted.

On the one hand (the one in the jar), it would serve as a Doctor detector. On the other hand (the one still attached to the Doctor), he was no closer to finding out what had happened or why the Doctor had left without him.

He was trying so hard to be patient, but he needed answers only the Doctor could provide.

The End




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Chapter 265: Indelible

Author's Notes: Written for brewsternorth’s prompt ‘a good memory’ on dailyprompt.

Summary: Ianto’s memory is too good.



Growing up, everyone kept telling Ianto he’d been blessed with a good memory and that he should be grateful. They never seemed to understand that he had no choice but to remember, and no control over what he remembered either.

While other people could block out unpleasant memories, forget the worst moments of their lives, he couldn’t. Everything was indelibly printed on his memory in excruciating detail and the worse the memory, the more clearly he remembered.

He took to filling his head with useless trivia in an effort to block unwanted memories, but nothing worked.

Until he met Jack.

The End

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Chapter 266: Basking

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Fire’

Summary: What could be better than lazing by the fire on a cold day?


Ianto sighed contentedly. Nothing beat a roaring fire on a bitterly cold day. While howling winds drove sheets of rain against the windows, he and Jack were snug and warm, basking in the flickering glow of the flames, soft music playing in the background.

Leaning back against Jack’s chest, a thought occurred to Ianto.

“You know what would make this even better?”

“Both of us being naked?”

Tilting his head back, Ianto peered at his lover.

“Actually I was thinking about hot buttered toast, cooked over the fire.”

“Toast is good. Can we be naked after?”

“I’ll consider it.”

The End


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Chapter 267: Tall Tales

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Tales’

Summary: Jack has an endless supply of amusing stories to tell.


Jack was a spinner of tall tales, so his team took everything he said with a grain of salt. His claims were far too outrageous to be true, but they were fun to listen to so no one really minded.

Of course, most of Jack’s tales involved sex. There were stories of his sexcapades with boyfriends and girlfriends, humans and aliens; anecdotes about the historical figures he’d bedded during his many years on earth; long, rambling accounts of the hair-raising adventures he’d had with the Time Agency.

No one would have believed that his wildest tales were the absolute truth.

The End

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Chapter 268: Shopping For Dresses

Author's Notes: For jsks’s prompt ‘Helping Tosh pick a wedding gown’

Summary: There’s only one person Tosh would trust to help her choose her wedding dress; her best friend.


Tosh knew just who to ask for help choosing her wedding dress, which caused slight problems in the bridal shop.

“It’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her gown before the wedding,” the assistant told them, frowning.

That puzzled Tosh but Ianto just rolled his eyes.

“I’m not the groom, I’m the gay best friend.”

Apparently, those were the magic words. Before they knew what was happening, they were inundated with assistants showing them dresses. Tosh felt like a queen!

“Next time I go shopping, I’m taking you with me,” she joked. “I’ll get better service!”

The End


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Chapter 269: Oh Crumbs!

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Ianto is less than pleased with Jack.


After a long and tiring day at work, Ianto and Jack headed home, more than ready for an early night.

As he was sliding wearily into bed, Ianto froze.

Something was digging into his arse, and it wasn’t the pleasing something that usually dug into him when he shared his bed with Jack.

Reaching down carefully, he felt around and… Just as he thought!

“Crumbs! Jack, what have I told you about eating crackers in bed?”

“Ummmm, use a plate?” Jack mumbled.

“No, I think you’ll find that what I actually said was ‘Don’t’.”

“Sorry?”

“You will be!”

Jack winced.

The End

A/N: Prompt ‘Jack gets cracker crumbs in bed and Ianto is not amused’.



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Chapter 270: Unbearable?

Author's Notes: For neverminetohold’s prompt: 'Jack (Ianto optional): the unbearable lightness of being.' It turned into a double drabble!

Summary: Jack ponders on love and immortality.


As a child, Jack believed being immortal would be wonderful, but now he knew better: It was a curse he would never escape. Even death provided only a brief respite.

He was condemned to live forever, watching everything change while he stayed the same.

Worse, he would inevitably outlive everyone he loved, watching them age and die, leaving him behind.

Hard as he tried to keep people at arm’s length, it never worked. Someone always managed to sneak past his defences into his heart, making him care.

Just how many times could a heart break before it shattered beyond repair?


OoOoOoOoO


But what was the point of life without love?

It didn’t bear thinking about.

A hollow, empty, existence devoid of companionship and that precious, unique connection to another living being would be even worse torture than loving and losing.

Although it was his greatest source of grief and pain, love was also the only thing that made immortality bearable.

Having someone to share experiences with meant making memories to sustain him after they were gone.

Despite the agony of loss, Jack couldn’t ever regret loving. He would carry his memories of each and every loved one with him, throughout eternity.

The End



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Chapter 271: Lurking

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 306 – Under The Sofa at tw100. I have another one written and a third not quite finished.

Summary: Something is lurking in the Hub.


Something was lurking in the Hub.

It lurked in the shadows under the stairs, barely visible but Ianto knew it was there.

Later, he half saw it lurking behind a kitchen cupboard, almost but not quite hidden.

Jack spotted it lurking beneath his office shelves. Unable to concentrate on his paperwork, he went to bother Ianto in the archives.

It lurked under Tosh’s desk and startled Gwen into dropping the file she was reading.

And when they were eating lunch, there it was lurking under the sofa.

“Why’s Dizzy doing that?” asked Jack.

Ianto smirked.

“It’s hoping for cookie crumbs.”

The End


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Chapter 272: A Natural Mistake

Author's Notes: For KitandMip, who just happened to mention an image she’d got stuck in her head because of something I’d said.

Also for timelordshines, who wanted something silly, Janto-centric and featuring the whole team. Hope this is okay!


Summary: Owen makes a mistake, with interesting consequences.


It was a perfectly natural mistake really; the alien tech Tosh and Gwen retrieved looked exactly like an ordinary ball, how was he supposed to know it wasn’t? And to be fair, he’d only bounced it once. Owen was sure Jack and Ianto would understand. Later. For now, it was probably a good thing the Rift pool was there. God knows where they could have been put otherwise.

They seemed to like it, judging by the splashing. They were…

Owen covered his eyes, but he’d already seen too much. Octo-Jack was doing thoroughly indecent things to merman-Ianto with his tentacles.

The End

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Chapter 273: Nice View

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 306 – Under The Sofa at tw100. I have one more written, and one more idea to write.

Summary: Even when you’re in a hurry, you should take a moment to appreciate the finer things in life.


They’d overslept because the alarm hadn’t gone off, which had started their day badly. Now they were racing around, bumping into each other, trying to get ready for work in a hurry.

“Ianto, I can’t find my braces!”

“I think you tossed them over the TV last night.”

“Got ‘em, thanks. Have you seen my phone?”

“Try under the sofa, something fell on the floor when we were… busy.”

Jack scrabbled about beneath the furniture, arse in the air. Ianto watched, smirking.

“Nice view from here!”

Emerging, clutching his phone, Jack grinned.

“Well, I did win rear of the year!”

The End

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Chapter 274: Weird Awakening

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 306 – Under The Sofa at tw100. I only have one more left to post!

Summary: Napping in strange places isn’t that unusual for Torchwood, but even so, this strikes Ianto as a little odd.


Ianto awoke feeling somewhat confused. For reasons he couldn’t begin to fathom, he appeared to be underneath the sofa in the Hub.

He looked critically at the underside. He’d suspected for a while now that it had a broken spring. Apparently he’d been correct.

“Ianto? Is that you?” Jack’s voice came from underneath the coffee table.

“I think so. Why am I under here?”

“Not sure. Something weird is going on.”

Checking the CCTV, the reason became clear.

Two ferrets, one air-force blue, the other grey with red pinstripes, chased each other around the Hub.

“Ah. Guess that explains it!”

The End

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Chapter 275: Spring-Cleaning

Author's Notes: My final drabble for Challenge 306 – Under The Sofa at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s spring-cleaning unearths a few things.



Spring-cleaning for the first time since Jack moved in was quite an experience, especially when Ianto moved the sofa to clean underneath.

He discovered three odd socks, a pair of Jack’s boxers, a comb, half a packet of mints, Jack’s blue braces, which had been missing for over a month, a stocking… Ianto smiled dreamily, he remembered that night well; Jack had excellent legs!

Three squares of chocolate from another very enjoyable evening, £7.69 in change, seventeen sweet wrappers, a set of handcuffs, a blindfold and an alien porn magazine.

One thing was certain; life with Jack was never boring!

The End


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Chapter 276: After The Storm

Author's Notes: Inspired by the weather here in Britain

Summary: The British weather has been causing problems for Torchwood too.


It had been a tough few days, the Rift as unsettled as the weather. Multiple Rift spikes had sent the team out into torrential rain and gale force winds countless times, retrieving everything from broken alien toasters to unstable explosive devices and an invasion attempt by lizard-like aliens which failed miserably because being cold-blooded, they hadn’t the energy to fight.

The Rift had finally settled sometime during the night while the waterlogged team were trying to get dry. Now, as dawn broke over the bay, Ianto smiled as a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds. Torchwood had weathered the storm.

The End

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Chapter 277: Silly Lies

Author's Notes: For anastasisrick, who prompted me with the lyric: "my silly lies versus your silly lies". It’s about time I posted this, but I’m glad I waited because I’ve re-edited it, made it longer and now I’m much happier with it! This is a double drabble, 200 words.

Summary: Jack and Ianto are really good at lying.


They were both as good at lying to themselves as they were at lying to each other. Whenever they spoke in anger or in lust, the words they said were never those they wanted to say. Each was too afraid of his own feelings, and of how the other might react; lying was easier.

~~~~~~~~~

“You betrayed the team.” (Don’t I mean anything to you?)

“You killed Lisa, I hate you!” (Thank you for doing what I couldn’t.)

~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t do relationships.” (I could love you so easily.)

“Good, ‘cause I’m not looking for one.” (I think I’m falling for you.)

~~~~~~~~~

“Let’s just keep this casual.” (You’re all I want.)

“Fine with me! Friends with benefits.” (You’re all I need.)

~~~~~~~~~

“See you tomorrow, Ianto.” (I don’t want you to go.)

“Goodnight, Sir.” (I’d rather stay with you.)

~~~~~~~~~

Then Jack left, running off with the Doctor.

Ianto’s heart shattered.

And Jack? He discovered that what he’d waited so long for was nothing compared to what he’d left behind.


OoOoOoOoO


When Jack returned, he was no longer afraid to say what he meant, and neither was Ianto.

It was time to stop lying.



“I missed you so much!”

“Me too. Never leave me again!”

The End


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Chapter 278: Funfair Fun

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox. Prompt at the end.

Summary: In Torchwood, days off are rare and should be enjoyed to the full when they happen.


Jack and Ianto were spending a rare day off enjoying all the fun of the fair.

They’d already been on all the best rides, twice, had candyfloss and a toffee apple each, and were now exploring the sideshows and booths.

Ianto won a stuffed monkey on the coconut shy by throwing the ball so hard he split a coconut in half.

Then Jack’s marksmanship won him a balloon that looked like the earth seen from space.

Grinning, he grabbed Ianto, and danced off down the midway singing ‘I’ve Got the World on a String’ at the top of his voice.

The End

A/N: Prompt was ‘I've got the World on a String’.


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Chapter 279: Workplace Tension

Author's Notes: My solitary drabble for Challenge 307 – Special Snowflake at tw100. Not my best work by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s all I can come up with for the prompt.

Summary: Gwen and Owen are having a go at each other. Again. The others are not impressed.


“You think you’re so special! Just because you have someone to go home to doesn’t make you better than the rest of us, just luckier,” snarled Owen.

“At least I have someone who loves me, I don’t have to get some stranger drunk just so they’ll sleep with me,” Gwen threw back at him.

Tosh sighed heavily and retreated to the archives, in search of more pleasant company.

“Hi, Tosh, what brings you down here?” Ianto asked, smiling.

“Our special snowflakes are squabbling. Thought I’d escape before they tried to drag me into it.”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Wise decision!”

The End

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Chapter 280: Valentines

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Valentine’s Day is approaching. Jack and Ianto are busy.


Sitting at his kitchen table, Ianto spread glue carefully in a heart shape then sprinkled red glitter over it. Jack liked glittery things. He hoped his captain wouldn’t find a homemade Valentine’s card ridiculously cheesy.


Across town, Jack sat at his desk. Reaching for the glue, he carefully stuck another heart on the card he was making, adjusting it until it was at precisely the right angle. It had to be perfect. He hoped Ianto would appreciate the effort he was putting into it.


Thinking of each other, the two men smiled as they poured their love into their creations.

The End


A/N2: Prompt was ‘card-making’

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Chapter 281: Creature Feature

Author's Notes: For star54kar’s prompt, "It's a one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater!"

Summary: Torchwood never knows what will come through the Rift next…


They really should have been accustomed by now to the strange creatures the Rift took pleasure in dumping on an unsuspecting Cardiff.

However, the monstrosity now hovering in front of them had come as something of a surprise.

“It's a one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater!” Tosh gasped. “Whoever wrote that song must have seen one!”

“Sheb Woolley,” Ianto said distractedly.

“What?”

“The writer.”

“Oh.”

The one eyed, one horned, flying purple creature glared at them.

“I’ll have you know I most certainly do not eat people! That’s slander! I happen to be a vegetarian,” it said huffily.

The End


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Chapter 282: Not Enough

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Let Her Go’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Sometimes loving someone isn’t enough.


Owen had only known her a few days, but he’d fallen head over heels for Diane. She was a remarkable woman, especially considering the time she was from, where women were still expected to be dutiful wives and homemakers.

She was different. Her self-confidence, independence and pioneering spirit drew him like a moth to a flame; it was inevitable that he’d get burned.

He loved her, and though she said she felt the same, it wasn’t enough to make her stay.

Despite begging and pleading, even offering to go with her, he had no choice but to let her go.

The End


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Chapter 283: Good Newts!

Author's Notes: For kul_breez’s prompt ‘conservation’

Summary: Torchwood has previously unnoticed residents.


Coming down into the Hub on the invisible lift, Jack was treated to a very stimulating view of Ianto, on hands and knees, peering into the Rift pool.

“Loving the view, Ianto!” he grinned. “Mind if I ask what you’re doing?”

“We have Newts!”

“Oh. That sounds bad.” Jack frowned. “How do we get rid of them?”

Ianto looked horrified.

“We don’t! I’m pretty sure they’re Great Crested. Do you have any idea how endangered they are? We should consider ourselves lucky, they’re a protected species.”

“Really?” Jack peered at the Newts. “Looks like Torchwood’s branching out into nature conservation.”

The End

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Chapter 284: Raining Tears

Author's Notes: For red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Rain against the window’

Summary: Ianto watches the rain on the window and mourns Lisa.


Sitting by the window, Ianto watched raindrops chasing each other down the windowpane, the way he used to as a child on rainy days when he wasn’t allowed outside.

The weather matched his mood; it seemed like the sky was crying, grieving for Lisa too. He’d cried for her until he had no tears left, just a hollow emptiness inside him where his heart had been.

He’d vowed to save her, but he’d failed.

A traitorous little voice in the corner of his mind whispered that there hadn’t been anything left of Lisa to save.

He wished it was lying.

The End


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Chapter 285: Keeping Busy

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 308 – Multitasking at tw100. I'm hoping to write another if I can come up with an idea.

Sorry there was no drabble yesterday, my birthday got in the way and I ran out of time. Unlike Ianto.

Summary: The effects of alien tech are not always unwelcome.


Jack had always admired Ianto’s ability to multi-task; he was the master of doing several things at once, moving smoothly between tasks like a juggler spinning plates.

This, however, was bizarre.

A beam of light from their latest acquisition had hit Ianto while he was busily working through his ‘to do’ list and now, despite there still being only one of him, he was somehow managing to be in several places simultaneously, doing completely different things. Jack was getting dizzy just trying to look at him, but Ianto was delighted. He’d done a week’s work in a couple of hours.

The End

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Chapter 286: Unlucky In Love

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Don't Let Me Be Lonely’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Tosh thinks about the lack of love in her life.


Tosh had become resigned to the fact that she was unlucky in love. Even before she joined Torchwood, she’d never had much luck with relationships. There were always reasons. She was too shy, too quiet, too smart, too studious.

It didn’t help that she often got crushes on boys who weren’t interested. History repeated itself with Owen in that respect.

She’d thought her luck had changed with Mary, who turned out to be using her, and then with Tommy, who returned to his own time.

Watching a falling star, she found herself wishing, ‘Please don’t let me be lonely forever.’

The End



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Chapter 287: Fragmented - Sequel To ‘Keeping Busy’

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 308 – Multitasking at tw100. I decided to continue with the idea from 'Keeping Busy'. There will be one more part to finish this one off.

Summary: The effects of the alien tech on Ianto may not be unwelcome to Ianto, but they’re seriously disorienting to everyone else.


Although Ianto was enjoying his new ability to do everything at once, it was freaking the team out.

He was impossible to look at or to interact with in any way since none of him was in any particular place at any given time. Just trying to look at him proved so disorienting that Jack eventually had to go and lie down. The others just kept their heads down, focussing on their own work to avoid seeing the fragmented, blurry image of their colleague flitting about the Hub like a disjointed ghost.

Everyone hoped the effect would wear off soon.

TBC in ‘Running Down’

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Chapter 288: Running Down - Sequel To ‘Fragmented’

Author's Notes: My third (and fourth) drabble for Challenge 308 – Multitasking at tw100.

A final pair of drabbles to complete this story. Posted together because they work better that way and it saves me coming up with another title, both parts are exactly 100 words each.

Summary: The effects of the alien tech are finally wearing off.


Owen was the first to notice that Ianto was starting to look less fragmented and more… together. There seemed to be more of him existing in one place, as if the fragments were being pulled back together. Instead of just seeing a hand, there was a whole arm and shoulder visible and sometimes, both legs were in the expected place at the same time. If you didn’t look any higher than his knees, you could almost believe that all of Ianto was walking across the Hub. It seemed whatever the alien tech had done to him was gradually wearing off.


OoOoOoOoO


Soon it was clear that from doing a dozen things at once, Ianto was down to just two or three.

Tosh managed to scan Ianto in bits and confirmed that the strange energy he’d absorbed was dissipating. After almost seven hours, he was finally slowing, like a clockwork toy running down.

In due course, he ground to a halt and stood, wavering slightly, in the middle of the Hub.

“Well, that was different.”

“How d’you feel, mate?” Owen asked.

“Tired. Think I’ll join Jack for a lie down.”



Jack had never been more grateful to see just one complete Ianto.

The End



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Chapter 289: Multitasking?

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 308 – Multitasking at tw100, and my 50th drabble posted this year! Only need to post 200 more to reach my goal for 2014!

Summary: Ianto finds a way to do three jobs at once and save himself some work with some sneaky delegating.


Ianto had been cleaning the boardroom the last time Jack checked his whereabouts, but now the captain spotted his lover leaving the kitchenette with a bag of sprouts in one hand, a bundle of cloths in the other, and Nosy slithering along behind him.

Curious, Jack followed.

Back at the boardroom, Jack peeped inside and saw Nosy, with towels fastened around its body, slithering rapidly around the floor, chasing the sprouts Ianto tossed for it.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Ianto blushed.

“Multitasking? This way I can feed and exercise Nosy while polishing the floor at the same time.”

The End


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Chapter 290: What They Don't Know

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘They Don't Know’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The people of Cardiff are very good at ignoring things they don’t want to think about.


There are dangers to be found in the back alleys of any city: thieves, muggers and worse. Cardiff’s no exception, but on top of the expected dangers, it has its own unique set of hazards that most people somehow manage to remain blissfully unaware of.

It amazes Jack, the way Cardiff’s citizens go about their lives rationalising or ignoring things that would shock anyone else.

Creatures in boiler suits, rooting through dustbins are dismissed as kids in masks. Even blowfish driving sports cars are shrugged off.

It’s left to Torchwood to ensure that what they don’t know doesn’t hurt them.

The End

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Chapter 291: Repairs

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Sewing’

Summary: Ianto gets called on to fix everything!


“Shit, I’m coming unravelled!”

Owen’s sweater was trailing a long thread.

“Give it here.” Ianto pulled a needle case from his pocket.

“Thanks, mate!”

OoOoOoOoO

“Damn it, the button’s come off. Ianto, pet, could you…?”

“No problem, Gwen.” Out came the needle case again.

OoOoOoOoO

“Tosh, sticky tape won’t work, your hem needs sewing.”

“I know. I just didn’t like to ask.”

“It’s okay, won’t take a minute.”

“Thanks, Ianto.”

OoOoOoOoO

“Ianto?” Jack stood there looking forlorn, cradling his coat. “Can you fix it? Please?”

Sometimes Ianto wasn’t sure whether having a master tailor as a father was a blessing or a curse.

The End


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Chapter 292: Mislaid

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100. I have three more written, yay!

Summary: Jack’s lost something important.



Jack had turned his room upside down; he’d searched under the bed, in the wardrobe, even in the laundry basket, to no avail. Where the hell was it? He knew he’d put it somewhere safe so he wouldn’t lose it, but he’d lost it anyway.

“Jack, what the hell are you doing? Look at this mess!”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll tidy up, I promise.”

“What’re you looking for?”

“I got an overdue notice from the library, but I can’t find the book! I’ll be fined!”

Ianto held up a book.

“This one?”

“That’s it! Where was it?”

“On your bookshelf.”

“Oh.”

The End


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Chapter 293: The Library Vandal

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Torchwood business takes Ianto to the local library.


Libraries always reminded Ianto of his childhood. They’d been his refuge on wet afternoons, losing himself in tales of wonder and imagination to escape the drabness of council estate life.

He wasn’t about to have his happy memories wrecked by the Rift’s contrariness.

Stun gun in one hand, Weevil spray in the other, he stalked towards the ‘vandal’ the librarian had reported.

Hissing at him, the Weevil swept books off a nearby shelf and bared its teeth.

One book came to rest at Ianto’s feet and he glanced down.

Frankenstein. How appropriate.

Apparently, the Rift had a sense of humour.

The End

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Chapter 294: Library Surprise

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Ianto finds something unexpected in the library.


Ianto wandered happily around his local library, relishing the chance to pick out some fresh reading material.

It seemed like forever since he’d last read a good book; one of the downsides of working for Torchwood was that it rarely left much time for enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

He browsed the shelves slowly, reading the blurb on the back of the occasional novel, until he’d made his final choice, then cut through between the stacks to reach the desk.

The last thing he expected was to come across Jack, with his nose buried in a lurid bodice ripper!

The End

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Chapter 295: The Torchwood Library

Author's Notes: My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has a favourite room in the archives.


It’s a little known fact that Torchwood has its own library.

Deep below the Hub is a large room filled with shelves of dusty books; Ianto found it while looking for somewhere to hide Lisa, and it’s become his favourite part of the archives.

Here the books that fall through the Rift are stored. Shelves full of novels that have yet to be written, by authors as yet unborn. Great works of literature from unimaginable worlds, written in unknown languages. Alien poetry, guides to places never discovered, treatises on the flora and fauna of distant planets.

Ianto cherishes each one.

The End

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Chapter 296: A Series Of Misfortunes

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Nobody Messes with Tony the Throat’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one ended up as a triple drabble.

Summary: Tony the Throat picked the wrong place to go into hiding from the law and his disgruntled business partners.


Tony the Throat was a small-time hoodlum turned big-time London gangster. At least, that’s the way he thought of himself. No doubt others had a rather different opinion of him, but he was magnanimous enough to believe everyone was entitled to their own opinion.

He’d been doing well for himself until he’d got on the wrong side of some rather more powerful gangsters. Discretion being the better part of valour, he’d decided to make himself scarce until the fuss died down and a few misunderstandings were sorted out.

In retrospect, he might have been better off somewhere that wasn’t Cardiff.

OoOoOoOoO

Cowering among the dustbins in a back alley, he watched the monster advancing on him, teeth bared in a snarl. He was trapped, there was no way out unless he could get past the creature, and that seemed unlikely.

Just as death seemed inevitable, a big black SUV screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley and several people leaped out brandishing weapons. They moved quickly and efficiently, spraying the monster in the face then throwing a hood over its head and tying it up. In a matter of minutes they had it stowed in the SUV’s boot.

OoOoOoOoO

Two men remained in the alley, one in a vintage coat, the other wearing a stylish suit easily matching Tony’s in quality.

The suited man approached him.

“Are you alright, sir?” he enquired calmly, then frowned. “Wait a minute, I know you.” He turned to the guy in the coat. “Better call in Detective Swanson, there’s a warrant out for this one. Tony Selby, self-styled gangster. Pulled a huge heist a few weeks ago.”

“What did he steal?”

Suit guy smirked.

“It was supposed to be high-end electronics, but this genius stole the wrong truck and got inflatable bananas instead.”

The End

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Chapter 297: Working Out

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Isometrics and After’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto likes to keep in shape, but there’s one kind of exercise he favours above all others.


As a Torchwood operative, Ianto knew the importance of keeping in shape. Fieldwork could be very physical; chasing Weevils, fighting hostile aliens, carrying all kinds of heavy objects. He did his best to keep to an exercise regime, but Torchwood’s irregular work hours made it difficult.

Still, he swam whenever he could spare the time, went running at least three times a week and even managed to fit in some weight training.

But this was undoubtedly his favourite fitness routine.

Breathing hard, body glistening with sweat, he collapsed in a heap beside Jack.

“Nothing beats sex for a full-body workout!”

The End

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Chapter 298: After Hours Visit

Author's Notes: Yes, it's another drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100!

Summary: It’s long past closing time at the library, but something’s afoot.


It’s well past midnight; the library is deserted, silent and still. The only light is from the moon shining through tall, arched windows, laying stripes of silver across the shadowed floor.

A door creaks gently, soft footsteps can be heard, then a thud.

“Ow!”

“Shhhh!”

“Stubbed my toe! It hurt!”

“Could you at least try to be stealthy?”

“I am trying to be stealthy! It’s not my fault I can’t see where I’m going!”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t need a torch, Jack! This is the last time I’m helping you sneak overdue books back into the library.”

TBC in 'Belated Realisation' (Chapter 1073)

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Chapter 299: Saved By The Library

Author's Notes: In the absence of a new challenge, I'm just going to carry on wth the one we've got, so here's my sixth dabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: What would we do without libraries?


The librarian smiled as she checked out the books Ianto had chosen.

“Good choice, your kids will love these,” she said with a smile.

“I hope so. Anything to keep them quiet for a while and get them to sleep,” Ianto replied. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, have a good day.”

Books in hand, Ianto got in his car and drove back to the Hub to be greeted by a frazzled-looking Jack.

“I got books!”

“Thank goodness! Okay, kids, story time!”

“Yay!”

Little Tosh, Gwen and Owen clustered around Jack, eager smiles on their faces, tantrums forgotten.

“Thank God for libraries.”

The End

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Chapter 300: Bookworm

Author's Notes: Hmmmm, I think this is my seventh drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Everyone loves a good book – even fluffy aliens!


“Right,” said Ianto, “I’m off to the library, does anyone have any books to return?”

“I do!” yelled Jack, scrambling to fetch his books. “I’ve got a book reserved too. Just came in, could you collect it for me please?” He gave Ianto his best puppy dog eyes as he handed over his books and library card.

“No problem, Cariad.”

Nosy hurriedly slithered over, its toy cart laden with books.

“Hummmm?”

“Yes, Nosy, I’ll get you some more books.”

“Hang on, Nosy has a library card?” Owen was stunned.

“Of course it does,” Ianto smirked. “Under the name Neil Ayson.”

The End

A/N: Confused by Nosy’s alias? Try reading it backwards ;)


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Chapter 301: The Library Of Lives

Author's Notes: My eighth (I think) drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Perhaps there’s a library where everyone’s life is written down…




Ianto scanned the vast, cavernous room; he was in an immense library. Shelves upon shelves of books stretched before and behind him, fading into distance; to each side were yet more. He’d never felt so insignificant. How would he ever find what he was seeking?

Checking the nearest shelf, he started walking. The books were in alphabetical order, one for every human who ever had or would exist. At least he was in the right section.

After walking for miles he found Jack’s life, shelves of books beyond number and beside them his own, equally numerous.

Smiling, reassured, he awoke.

The End

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Chapter 302: End Of An Era

Author's Notes: A/N: My tribute to the end of the last ever series of Dancing on Ice. Sundays will never be the same.
A/N2: I do have one more Library drabble, but the new prompt went up before I could post it, so I'll post that one to my journals in a day or two.

Summary: Three avid fans watch the last ever final of their Sunday night treat.


Nosy lay, eyes glued to the television screen, entranced, just as it was every Sunday evening.

“You know this is the last week, don’t you?” asked Ianto.

Nosy sighed.

“I know,” Ianto agreed, “Sunday nights just won’t be the same. It’s the end of an era.”

“I’ll miss all the sequins,” said Jack.

“You and sparkly things.” Ianto shook his head. “Lines are open, time to vote.”

They reached for their phones while Nosy carefully dialled the landline.

“Who’d you vote for?” asked Jack.

“Ray of course.”

“Same here.”

“Hummm!” (Hayley!)

“Traitor!”

They were going to miss Dancing on Ice.

The End

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Chapter 303: The Caffeine Provider

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100. Hopefully there will be more...

Summary: Ianto muses on being the team’s coffee provider.



Sometimes, it seemed to Ianto that his sole purpose in life was to keep the entire team functioning by the judicious application of caffeine, supplied in an easily absorbed liquid format.

Then he’d roll his eyes, mutter something about turning into a pretentious prat and get on with making the coffee. Still, the fact remained that he spent an inordinate amount of time doing just that.

It wasn’t that the others couldn’t make coffee; more that their coffee wasn’t drinkable, which meant the only sensible option was to make his own, and make theirs too.

He shrugged.

It was self-defence.

The End




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Chapter 304: Facts Of Fluff

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100. I have two more written at the moment, but I'm hoping to write more.

Summary: Owen tries to explain Fluff reproduction.


“Let me get this straight,” said Jack. “You’re telling me that Fluff reproduction is tied to the amount of caffeine in their systems?”

“Sort of.” Owen looked thoughtful. “Look, it’s not like giving Nosy coffee will make it spontaneously start producing more Fluffs. It’s more that they can’t reproduce at all unless they have enough caffeine in their diets.”

“Then there’s not going to be a Fluff population explosion?”

“Let me put it this way. We’ve had Nosy more than five years and we only have one baby Fluff.”

“So that’s a no?”

“Right.”

“Pity. We could’ve made a fortune.”

The End

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Chapter 305: Secret Weapon

Author's Notes: Third of six (so far) drabbles for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100.

YES! 100 words exactly, first try, no editing!

Summary: After an exhausting day, Ianto has a secret weapon to ensure the work gets finished.


It had been a long and busy day for Team Torchwood, mostly spent out in the field chasing down a horde of harmless but very energetic aliens. They’d finally been persuaded to give up sightseeing and return to their spaceship; now all the team wanted to do was go back to the Hub, collapse, and preferably never move again.

Except, of course, they couldn’t.

There was still the police to appease, Retcon to administer and a general cleanup to be done.

Ianto felt it prudent to deploy his secret weapon and pulled out a large thermos flask.

“Anyone for coffee?”

The End

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Chapter 306: Fair Trade

Author's Notes: Fourth of seven drabbles for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100.

Summary: Aliens have come to Torchwood to arrange trade.


Well, this was certainly an intriguing proposition. Not that aliens wishing to trade for valuable commodities was all that unusual; only last year there’d been a group of aliens who’d traded flawless gems for dog biscuits. That had been interesting, but this…

These beings were interested in trading for Jelly Babies. It seemed a strange visitor some years earlier had got them hooked on the sweet treat so they were seeking a supplier.

They’d chosen their trade goods well. Owen had done a full analysis, now Ianto tested the product.

“You have a deal.”

Premium grade coffee beans; caffeine heaven!

The End

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Chapter 307: Fuelled By Coffee

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100. Two more to go. I might post another one today.

Summary: The whole of Torchwood seems to be addicted to coffee.


It was fair to say that Torchwood Three was fuelled by coffee.

It hadn’t always been that way; pre-Ianto, tea had been Torchwood’s beverage of choice. Jack had always preferred coffee though, even when he’d had to buy it from a nearby coffee shop in order to get a decent cup.

Things were different now. It was entirely possible that without caffeine the entire operation would just grind to a halt. It wasn’t only the team who were hopelessly addicted either.

Jack watched Ianto leave coffee on everyone’s desk then head for the hothouse.

Even the alien plants craved caffeine.

The End

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Chapter 308: No Rest

Author's Notes: Sixth of eight (yes, I wrote another one) drabbles for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100.

Summary: There’s no rest for Torchwood’s coffee provider.


Ianto was dozing and dreaming on the couch, enjoying a break from his hectic existence as general support.

In his dream, he was laying on a tropical beach, palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze, azure sea lapping against pristine white sand. It was paradise at first; then slowly it changed, the beach becoming a desert, the warm sunshine turning to blistering heat.

Two figures were dragging themselves across the baking sand towards him, gasping and reaching out weakly. Jack and Owen.

“Coffee, need coffee!”

Ianto woke with a start.

“Bloody hell! Can’t even escape their demands in my dreams!”

The End

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Chapter 309: Instant Coffee Blues

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100. Just one more to go.

Summary: Ianto and Jack’s dinner date doesn’t end well.


Ianto was appalled. How could such a swanky restaurant be so backward in one vital respect? If he were a restaurant critic, he decided, he would definitely not recommend eating there.

The food had been excellent, the ambience pleasant and welcoming, the service faultless, the staff polite and the standards of hygiene beyond reproach. Even the prices were reasonable. He and Jack had thoroughly enjoyed their meals.

Then they’d made their one mistake; they’d ordered coffee.

It had been served in elegant cups, along with after dinner mints, but even beautiful presentation couldn’t disguise the fact that it was instant!

The End


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Chapter 310: Worrying Behaviour

Author's Notes: My final drabble for Challenge 310 – Caffeine at tw100.

Summary: Nosy is exhibiting strange behaviour, worrying Owen


Owen was concerned. He’s arrived early and found Nosy laying on the steps leading to Jack’s office, immobile and looking somehow deflated, as if it had just stalled halfway up. Prodding it failed to get any response at all.

“Jack, something’s wrong with Nosy. It’s just laying there, not moving.”

Coming out of his office, Jack looked.

“Oh dear. Ianto had errands to run this morning, so Nosy hasn’t had its caffeine fix yet. I think it’s run out of energy.”

Owen sat on the steps beside Nosy.

“I know just how you feel, mate. I’ve had days like that.”

The End

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Chapter 311: Information Retrieval

Author's Notes: The last drabble I wrote for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100. It didn't get posted for the challenge because Challenge 310 was posted early.

Summary: Ianto’s perfectly suited to his new undercover assignment.


As undercover assignments went, Ianto decided, this was about as good as it got. He smiled to himself as he looked around the shelves of books that constituted the private library of the respectable gentlemen’s club. Yes, he could see himself enjoying this task.

As librarian, he would have complete access to all the beautiful old books residing on the shelves, books that required proper cataloguing before being scanned into the computer. The club’s members didn’t use the library these days, but Torchwood would benefit from the information stored here.

Ianto was sure Jack wouldn’t mind him taking his time.

The End

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Chapter 312: Eyes Of Age

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Eyes’. This is one of two very different drabbles I wrote for this prompt. This is the serious one...

Summary: Ianto thinks about Jack’s eyes.


Looking at Jack, most people would think he was somewhere in his thirties, a young-looking forty at the outside. Then again, most people wouldn’t look further than his handsome face, dazzling smile and easy charm.

Only when you really looked into his eyes was the illusion broken.

Jack had the oldest eyes Ianto had ever seen. Sparkling flirtatiously on the surface, their depths were swarming with shadows borne of pain, hardship, loss and bitter experience. They were the eyes of a far older man, one to whom life had been less than kind.

And they drew Ianto to him irresistibly.

The End

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Chapter 313: Leprechaun Logic

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 311 – Leprechauns at tw100.

Summary: Ianto and Owen try some alien alcohol, with unusual results.


Owen had tested the alien alcohol, pronouncing it safe for human consumption, so he and Ianto had tried some. Then a bit more, and another glass… It really was very good. Maybe a bit too good.

Giggling and clinging to each other, they staggered through the Hub, searching for something.

Jack watched them, baffled.

“What’re you looking for?”

“Pots of gold,” Ianto grinned dopily.

“S’right!” Owen said solemnly. “Can’t be Leprechauns without pots o’ gold.”

“Leprechauns?”

Ianto nodded so hard he fell over.

“Gotta be Leprechauns on Paddy’s Day! It’s patriotic!”

“You’re Welsh!”

“Welsh Leprechaun!” Ianto agreed.

Jack gave up.

The End



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Chapter 314: High Fliers

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Jack’s worrying about Nosy again.


Called in to work on his night off, Owen stopped just inside the Hub and rubbed his eyes.

“I must be way drunker than I thought. Could have sworn I just saw Myfanwy fly past with Nosy on her back.”

“You’re not seeing things; I wish you were.” Jack shoved both hands through his hair, leaving it standing on end. “Nosy was napping on Myf when the Rift alarm went off. It startled her, she took off and somehow Nosy managed to hang on, but now she won’t come down. I don’t know what to do! Ianto will kill me.”


OoOoO


Ianto stepped into the Hub from the garage just in time to catch Jack’s last words.

“And why will I be killing you this time?”

Jack’s eyes widened in panic; Owen just pointed.

Ianto looked up, tilted his head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that’s certainly not something you see every day,” he commented mildly. “Is this why we were called in?”

“No. There was a Rift alert. This is more of an accidental side effect.” Jack explained what had happened.

“Nosy does like to nap in odd places.”

“It must be a Torchwood thing,” Jack muttered.


OoOoO


After watching the Pteranodon circle the Hub a couple more times with her unlikely passenger, Ianto turned to his team mates.

“Did anyone try to tempt Myf down with chocolate?”

Jack brightened.

“I didn’t think of that!”

“Of course you didn’t.”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto headed for the kitchenette, returning moments later with a bar of Myfanwy’s favourite dark chocolate. Whistling to get her attention, he waved it in the air.

“Come on, old girl. Got your favourite here!” he coaxed.

With an ear-splitting screech, their mascot swooped down, coming in to land a few feet in front of him.


OoOoO


While Ianto fed Myf her treat piece by piece, Jack and Owen hurried to check on Nosy, who hadn’t moved at all.

“Nosy? Are you okay?” Jack sounded frantic with worry.

“You’re safe now, you can get off,” Owen added.

Nosy just lifted its head and glared at them.

Gulping down her last piece of chocolate, Myf turned her head and squawked at Nosy, who hummed back and held on. Before anyone could move, the Pteranodon had launched herself into the air again.

“Ianto, do something!”

“Why? Seems to me that Nosy likes flying. They’ll come down when they’re ready.”


The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘Nosy takes a ride on Myfanwy’


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Chapter 315: Lost Property

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 311 – Leprechauns at tw100. There will ve one more, a sequel to this one.

Summary: The Rift’s latest gift gets a less than enthusiastic reception from Torchwood.


Life with Torchwood was seldom boring, even if the team sometimes wished otherwise. The Rift could be counted on to toss out all kinds of flotsam and jetsam, some of it fascinating, some deadly, some completely pointless as far as anyone could tell.

Now they stood staring at the latest object to fall through.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked Owen.

“Looks like an old pot full of gold coins to me,” Jack replied.

“Wonderful,” Ianto muttered sarcastically. “Guess we should expect a visit from a very pissed off Leprechaun in the near future.”

“Oh joy,” grumbled Owen.

TBC in ‘Reclaiming Property’



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Chapter 316: Reclaiming Property - Sequel to ‘Lost Property’

Author's Notes: My third and final drabble for Challenge 311 – Leprechauns at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s not going to just hand the gold over to the first Leprechaun who happens along!


“Give me back my pot ‘o gold, ya thief!”

Ianto folded his arms across his chest and glared down at the little man standing in front of him.

“Can you prove it’s yours?”

The little man glared right back at him, drawing himself up to his full height; all of two foot six.

“I’m a Leprechaun!”

“I’m not disputing that. But if this turns out to be some other Leprechaun’s pot of gold and I’ve already given it to you, then I’m going to be in trouble with the real owner.”

“Alright, damn ye, I’ll sign the paperwork!”

“Thank you.”

The End

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Chapter 317: Voices

Author's Notes: Double drabble. This one’s for red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘voices in the wind’.

Summary: Jack hears voices on the wind.


There were voices in the wind. That was one reason Jack spent so much time in high places. He could hear them more clearly there.

He knew them all.

They were his family, long gone and yet unborn. The friends who’d passed on and the lovers he’d left before he had to watch them grow old and die while he remained the same.

They were the people he’d failed; those he couldn’t save and those who would have been better off if he hadn’t.

They were the ones whose lives he’d taken with his own hands. He remembered every one.




Through his childhood on Boeshane, his years with the Time Agency, and the centuries since Rose had saved and cursed him with a single act, he had loved and lost so many good people.

Through work and war he’d been responsible for more deaths than his conscience could bear. They haunted his dreams

But there remained one voice that would never become an echo on the wind; that of the man who stood beside him now, as unchanging as Jack himself.

He would be eternally grateful for the sacrifice Ianto had made in order to stay by his side forever.

The End

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Chapter 318: Strange Invention

Author's Notes: This one’s for KitandMip, who came up with the idea.

Summary: Tosh is making something, but what on earth is it for?


Tosh had been tinkering with the device on and off for days, whenever she had a few free minutes, but the others couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was.

There was something that looked like an Alice band, which had tiny built-in speakers on each side. Then there was a soft, stretchy fabric belt with a small pouch attached to it. Coiled wires like phone cords connected the two.

It was most peculiar.

Finally, Tosh announced it was finished.

“What is it?” asked Ianto.

“It’s a music player for Nosy,” Tosh replied, slipping it on their pet. “An iFluff!”

The End


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Chapter 319: Doctor Owen Harper

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘doctor’

Summary: This is what he is.


Owen knows he’s a pain in the arse; a cynical, lazy, sarcastic bastard and he’ll make no apologies for that. He has his reasons and those who need to, know what they are. Everyone else can take him as they find him or get stuffed, and quite frankly he couldn’t care less which.

But for all his cynicism and bitterness, first and foremost he’s a doctor, and God help anyone who gets in the way of him doing his job.

Human or alien, doesn’t matter; if they’re hurting he’ll fix them, or bust a gut trying.

He has no choice.

The End

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Chapter 320: Transforming – First prequel to ‘Weird Awakening’

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Experiment’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto and Jack test out an educational toy.


Jack knew what the device was; he’d seen them before though he’d never had the opportunity to try one. It was a sort of educational toy, popular on a distant planet where the people enjoyed learning through being. The effects were temporary, typically wearing off in a couple of hours. He explained what he knew to Ianto.

Ianto raised an eyebrow.

“So if I press that button I’ll turn into something else?”

Jack nodded.

Smirking, Ianto reached for the device and suddenly, instead of Ianto there was a ferret.

Jack grinned and triggered the device himself. Now for some fun!

TBC in ‘Ferreting About’

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Chapter 321: Ferreting About - Sequel to ‘Transforming’

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Day of the Welsh Ferret’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one’s a double drabble

Summary: Ianto and Jack experience ferret-hood.


A tiny corner of Ianto’s mind that still thought like a human registered that being a ferret was fun! The Hub was full of interesting smells to sniff at, especially the odd sock he found under a desk, which smelled very good indeed. Almost as good as the other ferret did!

The ferrets played tug o’ war with the sock for a bit, then went romping across the vast expanse of the Hub, which seemed so much bigger to a ferret. They chased each other round and round, up and down stairs, in and out of rooms and under furniture.




Becoming more adventurous, they found ferret-sized holes to explore, wriggling sinuously through air ducts and cable conduits before returning to the open area, where they pounced on each other.

Wrestling the other ferret was exciting! Rolling over and over they nipped at each other, tugged on tail tips and ears, pawed and chewed each other all over. The intoxicating scent of the blue-grey ferret made Ianto-ferret feel quite giddy and licking it, he discovered it tasted as good as it smelled. The other ferret seemed to agree, so they turned their attention to grooming each other enthusiastically. It was bliss!

TBC in ‘Goodnight Sweet Ferret’


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Chapter 322: Goodnight Sweet Ferret – Sequel to ‘Ferreting About’

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Goodnight Sweet Ferret’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The ferrets have worn themselves out, it’s time for a nap.


Although it was fun being a ferret, it was also tiring. After all the chasing, wresting, exploring, grooming and… other things, both ferrets were growing weary. They’d slowed from their earlier mad scampering to a more sedate pace, just ambling about, sniffing here and there, slowly wending their way back to where their adventure began.

Creeping under the sofa, they snuggled up together for a nap, licking each other sleepily.

A while later, the blue-grey ferret awoke; it licked the striped ferret’s head, then driven by an instinct it didn’t understand, moved away, curling up under the coffee table, alone.

TBC in Chapter 274: ‘Weird Awakening’

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Chapter 323: Tangled

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100. Hopefully I will come up with a few more ideas for this challenge.

Summary: Some days, Tosh swears the universe is out to humiliate her.


Some days, Tosh was certain the universe was having a laugh at her expense.

Despite a brisk breeze, Ianto had decided he’d fetch lunch for the team, inviting Tosh to accompany him. Now she wished she’d said no.

She wasn’t sure what happened, but somehow her wrap-around skirt had got caught on Ianto and suddenly she was skirtless. Turning bright pink, Ianto hastily untangled the wayward skirt from his arm, handing it back and averting his eyes.

“Um, I’ll just pretend I didn’t notice that, shall I?” he asked.

“Good idea.”

Tosh really hoped that hadn’t been caught on CCTV!

The End

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Chapter 324: April Fool

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: Owen thinks he’s so clever sometimes…


“Owen, your flies are undone,” said Ianto.

“Haha, Teaboy, pull the other one. I know what day it is, you’ll have to work harder than that if you want to fool me,” Owen grouched, breezing past him and stalking out of the Tourist Office.

Watching him go, Ianto shrugged.

“Suit yourself,” he muttered to Owen’s retreating back. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Up on the Plas, Owen sauntered up to a group of young women.

“Lovely day, ladies,” he greeted.

They sniggered.

“Aren’t you a little drafty?”

He looked down.

“Shit!”

Of all the days to go commando…

The End



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Chapter 325: The Perfect Date. Almost…

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: It was the perfect date, so naturally it had to go wrong.


The evening had gone surprisingly smoothly, unlike all their previous dates. Nice restaurant, great food, just enough wine to ensure conversation flowed easily. Perfect.

The bill paid, they finished their coffees and rose to leave when Ianto’s cufflink snagged on something. Without thinking, he jerked his arm.

A collective gasp rose from the other diners followed by applause, and Ianto glanced back to see their table centrepiece and coffee cups sitting on the table while the tablecloth dangled from his wrist.

As Jack started laughing, Ianto handed the tablecloth to a waiter and hurried out.

Their dates were definitely jinxed!

The End


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Chapter 326: Unwelcome Assistance

Author's Notes: Hmmm, my fourth for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100. I think.

Summary: Just as Jack thinks things can’t get any worse, they do.


He’d thought the day couldn’t get any worse. Turned out he’d been wrong.

A routine raid on a warehouse believed to be housing alien artefacts had resulted in the entire Torchwood team being knocked out by some sort of gas. They’d regained consciousness handcuffed together, their ankles tied and their comms gone.

That had been bad enough, but while they were trying to work out how to get free, the doors burst open and in walked the police.

Jack plastered on his best smile, inwardly cursing fate.

“Detective Swanson! Looking as lovely as ever!”

Swanson smirked.

“Oh, this is priceless!”

The End

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Chapter 327: Mobbed

Author's Notes: Ummm, fifth drabble (I think) for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Thanks to NinjaGirlRebecca who gave me part of the idea for this one!

Summary: Jack and Ianto try a simpler kind of date, trying to escape the jinx.


“Right,” said Jack, “restaurant dates keep going wrong, so let’s try something simpler. We’ll get takeaway, a six-pack, and find a secluded rooftop somewhere so we can enjoy the view without interruption. What do you say?”

“Sounds good,” Ianto agreed with a smile.

Both of them casually dressed, they queued for their food then stepped out of the chip shop to be confronted by a clamouring mob, begging Jack for his autograph.

Ianto sniggered behind his hand.

“I’ve always thought you looked a lot like him,” he teased unhelpfully as Jack tried to explain that he really wasn’t John Barrowman.

The End


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Chapter 328: Aftereffects

Author's Notes: This should be my sixth drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100. It's little coda following ‘Weird Awakening’ because I just couldn’t resist…

Summary: The effects of the transforming device have worn off by morning. Mostly.



Waiting to start the morning briefing, Jack sniffed the air. Ianto was approaching!

The rest of the team, settling into their seats at the boardroom table, were startled when Jack suddenly jumped to his feet as Ianto entered with the coffee. The moment the tray was set safely on the sideboard, Jack pounced, sniffing Ianto and licking his face enthusiastically. Ianto immediately started licking Jack’s ear.

Everyone was staring.

“That’s it,” Owen yelled, covering his eyes, “I’m scarred for life!”

Ianto and Jack froze, mid-lick.

“Umm, I think we might be experiencing some residual ferret behaviour.”

Jack nodded.

“Apparently so.”

The End




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Chapter 329: Foot In Mouth

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100, yay!

Summary: Gwen’s upset and Rhys is tactless. He realises too late that sometimes it’s better not to say anything!


Storming into the flat, slamming the door behind her, Gwen slumped onto the sofa, coat still on and hood up.

“Not taking your coat off, Gwennie?” Rhys asked cautiously.

“No!” Gwen snapped.

“Um, why not?”

“There was an accident at work.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why…?”

Gwen whipped her coat off. She was bright orange.

“Nobody knows how long I’ll be like this! I look like a pumpkin!”

Rhys scratched his head.

“Good thing it’s nearly Halloween.”

A deathly hush fell as he realised he’d said the worst thing possible. Maybe one day he’d learn to think before speaking.

The End

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Chapter 330: Snickered

Author's Notes: This one is entirely the fault of missthingsplace, who happened to mention that the word Snickered made her think that someone was attacked by a Snickers bar… Of course, my brain just had to take that thought and run with it. So, here it is – a quadruple drabble.

Warnings: Eating or drinking while reading is not advised.

Summary: Jack has to head to the rescue when the rest of the team find themselves in a sticky situation.


The team had headed to the shops, investigating a Rift alert. Jack had followed soon after, listening on comms. as he drove. The sounds he heard were disturbing.

“What the Hell’s happening?”

Ianto’s voice came through clearly.

“The chocolate is revolting!”

“Why? What's wrong with it?”

“It's revolting! Gwen's under attack by a horde of Snickers Bars, Owen is trying to fend off the Curly Wurlies, Tosh is in a pitched battle with some Twix... They’re twice the trouble!”

“What about you?”

“Aero is not as light and fluffy as you might think!”

“I’m on my way!”

“You’d better hurry!”


OoOoOoOoO


When Jack arrived, joining the fray, he found himself pelted by a hail of Maltesers, so ducked to safety behind a nearby shelf. He had a feeling his trusty Webley would be useless in this situation. Ianto crawled over to join him. He had chocolate smeared all over his face. Jack resisted the temptation to lick it off. Now was not the time.

“Any idea what’s causing this?” he asked as Ianto swung a French stick like a baseball bat, sending a small army of chocolate bars flying across the shop to collide with the wall.

“Alien tech, what else?”


OoOoOoOoO


It had been a stupid question, Jack reflected. When it came down to it, alien tech was behind most of Torchwood’s more unusual problems. Whatever fell through the Rift had apparently animated everything containing chocolate, and the sweet treats clearly weren’t too happy with humans.

Jack couldn’t remember ever being bitten by a Yorkie before. Not the chocolate kind anyway. He stamped on the chocolate bar in retaliation then wished he hadn’t. It was like stamping on a rock.

“How do we fight confectionary?”

“With fire!” snarled Owen, lighter in one hand, aerosol can in the other. “Melt
the suckers!”


OoOoOoOoO


The rest of the team armed themselves and went to work, spraying everything that moved with flaming liquid. Soon, floor and shelves were littered with pools of melted chocolate and toffee; nuts and biscuit pieces crunched underfoot as the sought the cause of the mayhem.

Finding it was almost anticlimactic; it looked like nothing more than a gaily-painted Easter egg, but Tosh’s scanner confirmed it as the radiation source.

It exploded in a very satisfying manner when Jack shot it.

“I never want to see another chocolate,” said Gwen, picking peanuts out of her hair.

The others had to agree.

The End








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Chapter 331: Unwelcome Visitor

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Bad’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack’s thoughts on John Hart’s unwelcome visit.

Spoilers For: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang


Jack wasn’t pleased to see John Hart. Having him turn up in Cardiff would never have been a good thing, but his timing couldn’t have been worse.

He’d never been exactly stable; a loose cannon on his good days, when the mood struck he made most psychopaths seem as harmless as Sunday school teachers by comparison.

There’d been a time when Jack had been just as bad, and he hadn’t had the excuse of being a borderline sociopath with nonexistent impulse control.

Hart was a reminder of a part of Jack’s life he would sooner forget.

Jack wanted him gone.

The End

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Chapter 332: Sweet Nothings

Author's Notes: For red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Honey’.

Summary: Jack and Ianto have a slight misunderstanding over breakfast.



Jack sat at Ianto’s kitchen table, reading the paper over breakfast.

“Sugar?”

“Yes, honey?” he looked up to see Ianto offering the sugar for his cereal. “Oh, sorry, I thought we were trying out endearments. Thank you,” he added, taking the sugar and sprinkling some on his cornflakes.

“Endearments? Not that I’m aware of. And even if we were, I wouldn’t call you ‘Sugar’.”

“Why not? Aren’t I sweet enough?” Jack batted his eyelashes.

Ianto snorted.

“Only when you want something.”

“So what would you call me?”

“A pain in the arse?”

Ianto kissed Jack’s pout away.

“You’re my Captain.”

The End

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Chapter 333: Phone Error

Author's Notes: Okay, here's my eighth drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: Ianto is losing his patience with Jack…


With Jack away in London, Ianto had thought the several hundred miles between them would allow him to get through some of the filing that had piled up. He’d been sadly mistaken.

He’d made good progress at first, but then the phone calls started. Jack was bored, and when he was bored he got horny. Repeated phone calls from a horny Jack were not conducive to getting work done, so when his phone rang yet again, Ianto snatched it up without checking caller id.

“No, Jack, we are not having phone sex!” He blanched. “Your Majesty, I’m most dreadfully sorry…”

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Chapter 334: Identity Crisis

Author's Notes: This makes nine for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: Jack needs to pay more attention…


Strolling through Cardiff with Jack one warm spring day, Ianto decided ice cream would be a good idea.

“Be right back, I’ll get you your usual.”

Jack, who was in the middle of a long, rambling anecdote, didn’t hear and just continued along, chatting animatedly, waving his hands about, oblivious to the odd looks he was getting.

Waiting to cross the street, he draped his arm around the man beside him.

“This makes a nice change.” Turning to his companion, he found his arm was around a complete stranger.

“You’re not Ianto!”

The stranger grinned.

“I almost wish I was.”

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Chapter 335: Supermarket Shock

Author's Notes: Right, so this is my tenth for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s feeling let down…


As Ianto checked his shopping list, a diminutive young woman approached him.

“Excuse me, could you pass me a packet of those crackers from the top shelf, please?”

“No problem.”

Naturally, the crackers were right at the back of the shelf. Despite his height, even Ianto had to stretch up on tiptoes to reach them. As he did so, he felt a strange twanging sensation. He couldn’t think what it might be, until he became aware of a sudden draft as his trousers dropped around his ankles.

His belt had snapped.

“That’s why I wear braces,” Jack commented unhelpfully, smirking.

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Chapter 336: Mistaken

Author's Notes: My eleventh drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100, inspired by comments on one of my other Awkward Moment drabbles, ‘Mobbed’

Summary: Jack lands himself in a spot of bother.


Jack was surprised to see Ianto leaving a pub. He’d told Jack he would be at his sister’s tonight, babysitting so she and Johnny could have a night out. Jack had planned to go over there in a bit with a rented movie. He wondered if he’d got his days mixed up. Ah well, he’d just go say hi and find out.

“Hey, gorgeous, wanna go have some fun?” He gave Ianto a little grope.

That got him punched.

“Mind who you’re groping, I’m a married man!”

“Ianto?”

“Ah, no. I’m Gareth. Ianto’s my cousin. Everyone says we look alike.”

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Chapter 337: Help!

Author's Notes: My twelfth drabble for Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100.

Summary: Owen is not too pleased to get called to the Hub in the early hours, but it really is an emergency. Honest!


“Thought you said there was an emergency,” Owen grumbled, entering the Hub at three in the morning to find both Jack and Ianto clearly unharmed, if a bit frazzled.

“There was. Is, I mean,” Jack muttered.

“You both look fine to me.”

“We are. It’s Myf who’s the problem,” Ianto explained sheepishly. “I was throwing pieces of chocolate for her and she missed one. She went after it, but she got a bit… stuck.”

Ianto gestured to where Myfanwy lay spread-eagled on the catwalk, her beak jammed in the grating.

“We need another pair of hands to pull her out.”

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Chapter 338: Unnatural

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 313 – Open at tw100. Prompt used is Creepy Child.

Spoilers For: Small Worlds. I probably won’t manage 12 drabbles for this challenge, but I already know I love it – all those wonderful old prompts to choose from. I’m almost spoiled for choice, I have a short list of 25 that I’m going to choose from, let’s see how many I manage to do.

Summary: Jasmine’s stepfather finds her unnerving.


There was something unnatural about Jasmine. Sometimes she’d look at you with a blank, emotionless expression on her face and it would make your blood run cold. For all that she was just a child, her eyes said otherwise. She gave Roy the creeps.

A little voice in his head whispered ‘changeling’, but that was just myth and superstition. Still, he didn’t like being alone with her these days. Deep down he was afraid of her, though he’d never admit it. What could an adult have to fear from a small girl?

He discovered too late, changelings aren’t a myth.

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Chapter 339: Fear Of Falling

Author's Notes: My second drabble for tw100's Open Challenge week. I'm aiming for one a day for as long as the challenge lasts, since there's no shortage of prompts to choose from.
This one's for the prompt 'Falling'
Summary: Jack doesn’t fear falling. Or does he?


Jack loved high places; you could see forever if you were high enough. He had no fear of falling from them because really, what was the worst that could happen? He’d smash himself up, die and come back healed. Or mostly healed anyway. Sometimes he came back before everything was completely fixed, which could be unpleasant, but not to the extent that he feared it.

Besides, if the building was tall enough, falling was actually quite enjoyable, at least until he reached the ground. No, falling from a building was fine.

It was falling in love that he really feared.

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Chapter 340: Locked In

Author's Notes: My third drabble for tw100's Open Challenge, this time using the prompt 'Locked In A Room'

Summary: Jack accidentally triggers a lockdown.


Jack groaned, tempted to bang his head repeatedly on the wall. Of all the rotten luck… Today just wasn’t going his way.

The Hub had gone into lockdown, sealing him in the archives. To make it worse, it was his own fault; he’d opened a vial of fragrant oil, the Hub’s systems had decided it was unrecognised and possibly dangerous, and had initiated security protocols. It was actually harmless; the scent simply stimulated one’s senses.

A faint sound made him turn. There stood Ianto.

“Locked in are we?”

“Apparently so.” Jack smiled. Maybe things weren’t as bad as he’d thought.

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Chapter 341: Spring In Cardiff

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. I plan to post one a day for as long as the challenge lasts. This one is courtesy of the prompt 'Yellow'

Summary: As a patriotic Welshman, spring is Ianto’s favourite season.


Spring had finally arrived in Cardiff.

It was Ianto’s favourite time of year; the air was almost balmy, the sun sometimes peeped through the clouds and people started to shed their dull and heavy winter clothes in favour of something colourful. They even smiled at each other and called out cheerful greetings. It was a vast improvement over dreary winter.

Then there were the flowers. Shy snowdrops gave way to the white, purple and gold of crocuses then almost overnight the daffodils appeared, carpets of sunshine yellow dancing in the breeze.

It was a sight that always gladdened his heart.

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Chapter 342: Resentment

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for the Open Challenge at tw100, this time using the prompt 'Replacement'

Summary: Owen resents Suzie’s replacement.


Suzie was barely gone and Jack had already hired her replacement, some naïve, still wet behind the ears rookie police constable with no experience or useful skills. Probably never even held a gun.

So she’d tracked them to their secret base, so what? And yeah, ordering pizzas under the name ‘Torchwood’ probably hadn’t been his brightest idea but no one was perfect. Suzie sure as hell hadn’t been. She’d had a dark side, haunted by her own demons, damaged just like the rest of them, but she’d belonged in ways Gwen never would.

Owen was determined to break PC Cooper.

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Chapter 343: Trapped

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for the Open Challenge at tw100. The title is the prompt used.

Summary: Ianto has plans for Jack.


Jack tried the door and wasn’t really surprised to find that it was locked. He looked over at Ianto who was lounging in a chair, watching him with an amused expression on his face.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? I’ve hidden the key somewhere you’ll never find it. There’s no way out Jack; you’re trapped. You’ll stay here until I decide you’ve been punished enough. Just us, in this room, for as long as it takes.” Ianto winked and Jack felt a delicious shiver run down his spine.

He hoped it would take all night!

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Chapter 344: Blossom Time

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for the Open challenge at tw100, this one's for the prompt 'Blossom'. I should have noted which prompts the others were for, but I forgot. Maybe I'll go back and add that information sometime.

Summary: The trees are in blossom all over Cardiff.


Everywhere Tosh looked, there were trees and shrubs in blossom; white, pink, purple, yellow, they looked beautiful, a sure sign that spring was here to stay.

Lilac and magnolia, forsythia and laburnum, cherry, apple, pear and plum; every garden she passed on her way to work had at least one, petals showering down around it every time the breeze stirred the delicate flowers. In the park, the bigger trees bore their own insignificant, all-but-invisible blooms, but Tosh knew they were there.

She sneezed for the umpteenth time. Walking to work had been a seriously bad idea. Bloody tree pollen allergy!

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Chapter 345: Moving On

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for the Open Challenge at tw100. Today's is for the prompt 'Life After Torchwood'

Summary: It’s time for Jack and Ianto to move on with their own lives.


Today was the day. Jack and Ianto stood together, looking across the Hub one last time.

The new team was fully trained, confident in their abilities. Their leader had earned their trust, loyalty and respect. She would do a fine job of policing the Rift and protecting Cardiff’s residents.

There was nothing left for them to do.

Gwen and Rhys had left years ago to raise their family.

Tosh and Owen followed a few years later.

Now it was time for Jack and Ianto to discover their own life after Torchwood.

This wasn’t the end; it was just the beginning.

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Chapter 346: Suspicion

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Here's one for the prompt 'Forgotten'

Summary: Rhys is sure something’s not right.

Spoilers For: Combat


Rhys was puzzled. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d forgotten something important, but for the life of him he couldn’t think what it might be.

The previous evening was a blur. Gwen said she’d come home late and found him passed out on the sofa; he must have had a few too many. That was odd to start with. He didn’t remember going out with the boys, and he only ever drank that heavily on nights out. There hadn’t been much booze in the flat anyway, and most of it was still there.

Why would Gwen lie to him?

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Chapter 347: Fallout – Sort of sequel to ‘Suspicion’

Author's Notes: My tenth drabble for this prompt. You lucky people, you’re getting a second drabble today because I had this idea for a sequel to the last one =)

Summary: Rhys gets his memory back.

Spoilers For: Combat. This is completely AU for consequences though.


“I can’t forgive you.”

“What?” Gwen looked up from her cereal to see Rhys standing by the breakfast bar.

“I remember everything, Gwen. You cheated on me with some bloke at work, drugged me so you could make yourself feel better without ‘aving to deal with the fallout. Only your fancy amnesia drug wore off or something, ‘cause I remember you cryin’, beggin’ me to forgive you. I can’t though. I need time to think, so I’m leavin’. Maybe I’ll call you, but don’t hold your breath.

Then Rhys was gone, leaving Gwen stunned and lost.

What had she done?

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Chapter 348: Another Confrontation

Author's Notes: My eleventh drabble for the Open Challenge at tw100. Prompt used is Challenge 90: Beatles Titles. I chose ‘Let It Be’

Summary: Gwen won’t listen, much to Jack’s frustration.

Spoilers For: Adrift


It wasn’t that Jack disliked Gwen questioning his orders; he neither expected nor wanted blind obedience from his team, was always willing to listen if they had a better idea.

The problem was the way she chose to do it. She always had to be so confrontational, loud and aggressive, in front of everyone. It was unprofessional and undermined his authority.

The others questioned him privately; listened to what he told them as he listened to them. But Gwen didn’t and now she was at it again, demanding answers instead of trusting him.

Why couldn’t she just let it be?

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Chapter 349: Crossed Wires

Author's Notes: My twelfth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. So, to celebrate reaching 12 again, I’ve written two linked drabbles. They're for the prompt leek/leak.

Because I have so many written, and because I have a doctor’s appointment first thing tomorrow, I’m posting another one now, otherwise I’ll never get them all posted before the end of the challenge.

Summary: It’s amazing how much confusion one word can cause.


Ianto, being a good Welshman, was very partial to leeks, so when he spotted some very nice ones in the local greengrocers, he bought one. It would be the perfect final ingredient in the casserole he planned to cook for dinner.

He was halfway through preparations when the phone in the lounge rang, so he abandoned his leek on the edge of the sink in order to answer it. He was still talking to his aunt when Jack arrived home, and interrupted his call briefly.

“Jack, if you go in the kitchen, watch out for the leek in the sink.”

OoOoOoOoO

Jack frowned as Ianto returned to his phone conversation. The sink was leaking? Ianto didn’t sound like he was talking to the plumber.

That was odd to start with; if there was any form of domestic disaster, Ianto could always be counted on to sort out the problem immediately, yet he seemed completely unconcerned.

Well, maybe he’d already dealt with it as best he could and was waiting for the plumber to arrive. Jack decided to see if he could do anything to help.

He entered the kitchen, approached the sink and burst out laughing.

Oh, leek.

That explained everything!

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Chapter 350: Something To Hide

Author's Notes: My thirteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Another for Challenge 90: Beatles Titles. Thought I’d give this one a go, just because it’s such a crazy song title.

Summary: Jack is suspicious of people who claim not to know anything.



The man Jack had been questioning claimed he had no idea what had been going on in his warehouse, but Jack didn’t believe him.

“I don’t trust him, he knows something and I wanna know what. Put him under surveillance, run a full background check, see if he has a record.”

“He might be innocent,” Gwen objected.

Jack shook his head.

“There’s an old saying on Boeshane, no idea where it came from originally. Translates as ‘Everybody’s got something to hide, except me and my monkey’.”

Ianto snorted.

“What?”

“I know where that came from, it’s an old Beatles song.”

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Chapter 351: Gone Fishing

Author's Notes: My fourteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 154: Heroes Gone Fishing.

Summary: The Torchwood team spend a relaxing afternoon enjoying their job for once.


It wasn’t how they’d expected the afternoon to go, but really, there were worse things to be doing.

Ianto waved to Tosh and Owen in their boat across the other side of the pond.

“How many have you got?”

“Thirty two so far, what about you?”

“Ha!” cried Jack triumphantly, “We’re winning; this makes thirty eight!” He upended his fishing net and dropped another glowing disc in the bottom of the boat he shared with Ianto. “Steer left, Ianto, I see three more over there.”

Ianto smiled and started rowing. Who else went fishing for alien data discs but Torchwood?

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Chapter 352: In The Shadows

Author's Notes: My fifteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 12: Shadows.

Summary: You never know what the shadows might be hiding.


When you’re Torchwood, you learn to watch the shadows; anything could lurk in the concealment they provide.

Dark alleys are favourite haunts for Weevils, keeping them hidden while they stalk the unwary, but there are other threats on Cardiff’s streets. Aliens of all kinds slip through the Rift, from small, scuttling spider-mice, to hulking Hoix… and worse.

Shadows aren’t all bad though; sometimes their dark depths shelter the alien hunters rather than the aliens themselves.

“You know, I have a perfectly good bed at home,” muttered Ianto.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack replied, getting down to business.

“Can’t imagine…”

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Chapter 353: A Dangerous Job

Author's Notes: My sixteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 122: The Fallen.

Summary: Jack knows that Torchwood agents are likely to die young.


Working for Torchwood was dangerous. Everyone knew that. Few Torchwood agents lived into their thirties; living long enough to draw their pensions was a distant dream.

Each mission could be their last; it was something they’d learned to live with. The only one who could count on being alive tomorrow was Jack, yet despite the danger they all knew they were right where they wanted to be, doing a job that mattered, and that made it okay.

Jack understood how they felt, but at the end of each day he thanked the gods that his team hadn’t joined the fallen.

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Chapter 354: Not Amused

Author's Notes: My seventeenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 156: Team Pet.

Summary: The team think it’s funny, but Ianto is not amused.


Ianto sat on the desk, glaring at the team. He was aware that it wasn’t a particularly intimidating glare, but thought it was a pretty good attempt under the circumstances.

The others just grinned back at him.

“Awwww! You’re so adorable, Ianto!” Gwen cooed.

He would have growled, except he was almost sure it would have come out as a squeak.

It was embarrassing enough being turned into a chipmunk in the first place, but if Owen made one more crack about him being the new team pet, the medic would find out just how sharp rodent teeth really were!

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Chapter 355: Natural Attraction

Author's Notes: My eighteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 161: Bugs.

Summary: Ianto has some fun at Owen’s expense. Could be subtitled 'Revenge Is Sweet'.


“I hate bugs!” Owen whined, batting ineffectually at the swarming insects.

“You hate everything,” Ianto replied, rolling his eyes. “They probably sense that. Or they’re attracted to that godawful aftershave you use, could be either.”

Owen glared, opened his mouth to deliver what would have been a particularly scathing retort, and immediately started choking as he swallowed one of the insects.

Ianto smirked.

“How do they taste?”

Coughing, spluttering and cursing, Owen snarled, “Get the fucking things off me!”

“As you wish.”

Ianto picked up the hose, smiling, and turned it on full, soaking Owen to the skin.

“Better?”

“Bastard!”

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Chapter 356: Civilized Manners

Author's Notes: My nineteenth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 227: Dragons.

Summary: Ianto and a guest take refreshments.


“Would you care for some coffee?” Ianto enquired politely, “Or perhaps you’d prefer tea? I have a particularly piquant Japanese green tea.”

“Most kind of you,” the dragon replied. “Green tea would be delightful.”

Ianto inclined his head graciously and poured for them both.

“I regret that there’s no time available to perform a proper tea ceremony,” Ianto apologized.

“Understood. When matters of some urgency arise, such pleasantries must necessarily be set aside for another time.”

Sipping their tea, the two got down to the business of preventing the dragon’s damaged spaceship engines from blowing a large crater in Cardiff.

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Chapter 357: Frazzled

Author's Notes: My twentieth drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 240: Curiosity Killed The Cat.

Summary: Nosy’s nosiness gets it into a spot of bother.


Nosy was, as its name would suggest, somewhat nosy. Whatever anyone was doing, sooner or later the curious alien would have to investigate.

Usually, Nosy simply watched, finding even routine things fascinating. It would peer over Tosh’s shoulder at her computer screen or hang over the railings watching Owen performing an autopsy.

One day, poking around on Gwen’s desk, there was a zapping sound and suddenly Nosy’s fluff was standing on end. It gave a startled squeak.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” Ianto said sternly, retrieving the errant Taser. “Curiosity kills the cat, but it frazzles the Fluff!”

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Chapter 358: Still Not Amused - Sequel to ‘Not Amused’

Author's Notes: My twenty-first drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 168: Drabble Missing Scene.

Summary: At least Jack is treating Ianto normally. More or less.


Jack held his arm out to Ianto.

“Just ignore them, they’re not worth the effort of biting. Let me take you away from all this. I have some nuts in my office if you’re hungry.”

Ianto gave Gwen a final glare, bared his teeth menacingly at Owen, and scampered up Jack’s arm to perch on his shoulder, flicking his tail dismissively at his colleagues.

“You’d think they’d never seen a chipmunk before. Have I ever told you how good you look in stripes?”

Jack stalked off to his office, Ianto on his shoulder, leaving the others staring after them, speechless.

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Chapter 359: Bird Trouble

Author's Notes: My twenty-second drabble for tw100's Open Challenge. Prompt used is Challenge 191: Avian.

Summary: There’s an intruder in the Hub, and Ianto’s at a loss as to how to deal with it.


Occasionally, a pigeon would blunder in through the gap left by the invisible lift. They never lasted long, Myfanwy seemed to view them as mobile snacks, usually snatching them from the air before they could even land.

This intruder was more of a problem though. Ianto hadn’t realised gulls could get so enormous, never having been quite so close to one before. Even Myf seemed intimidated, eyeing the bird warily. He doubted she’d attempt to eat it.

Which left Ianto with a problem. How the hell was he supposed to evict a Great Black-backed Gull from the Hub by himself?

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Chapter 360: Marking Time

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s quote prompt:

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

Summary: Jack’s life is on hold while he waits or the Doctor.

Spoilers For: Slight CoE for characters


Over a century on earth, waiting for his Doctor and it never occurred to Jack that he wasn’t really living, just marking time.

Oh, there were moments he felt alive, like when Lucia told him she was pregnant, or the first time he held their daughter in his arms, but they were like flickers of lightning, there and gone almost before he could register them. A match struck in the night, giving a moment of light before the darkness rushed in again.

Day after day he drifted, merely existing, until an unassuming Welshman brought him to life with a kiss.

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Chapter 361: Living Paradox

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100. I do have another, more cheeful, one written. Don't know if I can come up with any more ideas though.

Summary: Ianto returns to earth far into the future.

Spoilers For: CoE, House of the Dead radio play.


Standing among weeds in an overgrown cemetery, Ianto stared at the gravestone. It was disconcerting to see his own name carved in marble, along with the dates of his birth and death, and a simple inscription.

Beloved brother and uncle

He’d been buried here almost five hundred years ago, yet thanks to a combination of Syriath, Jack blowing up the House of the Dead, and the Rift finally spitting him out again, he was standing here alive and immortal, a living paradox.

But he didn’t belong here anymore; everyone he knew was long gone.

Now he knew how Jack felt.

The End

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Chapter 362: Green Invaders

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100. I might possibly have thought of another idea, but I'm not sure yet...

Summary: Ianto faces yet another of his annual Torchwood tasks.


Ianto frowned and glared accusingly at the small green frond. He didn’t know where they came from, but every spring it was the same. One day there would be nothing but bare concrete, the next day little green shoots would have appeared overnight, peeping out of cracks and crevices around the Rift pool.

It didn’t matter how inhospitable and unsuitable a place might seem, there was always some kind of plant that would find a way to grow there.

Sighing, he fetched a kneeling pad and his tools. Weeds. They’d end up taking over the Hub if they weren’t stopped.

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Chapter 363: Weed Control – Sequel to ‘Green Invaders’

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100. I decided to continue with the Hub weed invasion, because really, Jack was bound to be watching.

This is actually a pair of drabbles. I could have posted them separately, but I’m lazy today and I have another possible idea for tomorrow anyway. I just need to write it.

Summary: Ianto gets on with the weeding while Jack watches.


Jack stood leaning on the railing, watching Ianto painstakingly digging small weeds out of crevices in the concrete floor and walls.

“You could lend a hand, you know, instead of just standing there watching,” Ianto commented dryly, not even bothering to look up from his task.

“But I far prefer the view I’m getting from here,” Jack told him innocently.

“That’s what I thought. You’re staring at my arse again, aren’t you?”

“It’s well worth staring at,” Jack replied with a leer. “Although I can think of better things to do with it than just stare.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”


OoOoOoOoO


Ianto listened with amusement and a healthy dose of lust as Jack detailed all the things he’d like to be doing with Ianto’s arse.

“As much fun as that sounds, and believe me it really does sound like fun, I need to get this weeding finished before we get taken over by rampant vegetation.”

“Which begs the question, why don’t you just use weed-killer and be done with it?”

“Oh, let’s see now: Nosy, Myfanwy, Velvet… Need I explain further?”

“Ah. I see your point.”

“Yep. This is the safest way if we don’t want to risk poisoning our pets.”

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Chapter 364: Like Weeds

Author's Notes: My fourth, and probably final, drabble for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100.

Thanks to asia27 who gave me the idea for this one.

Summary: Jack muses on Torchwood’s purpose while he watches over the people of Cardiff.


Jack gazed down from the roof of the building he stood on, watching people coming and going, busy with their lives, unaware of how close they’d come to losing everything.

The latest alien threat had been stopped, but just barely in time.

Aliens were like weeds. You dealt with one lot and more popped up, some worse than others.

Jack chuckled to himself. That made Torchwood the gardeners, dealing with the weeds so that the less robust plants, humanity, could flourish. He’d have to remember to tell Ianto that; he had a feeling the analogy would appeal to his lover.

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Chapter 365: The Trio

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The New Mobile Trio, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Tosh improves Torchwood’s mobile phones.


Tosh was a genius. Anything involving computers and circuit boards was child’s play to her.

So, when Jack charged her with creating a mobile phone network for Torchwood that couldn’t be hacked, she threw herself into the task with enthusiasm.

Adapting the phones was simple, so she went further, creating devices that plugged into the mobiles, converting them into hand-held scanners capable of taking and storing a wide range of readings. Then she added a final innovation.

She called the new phone the Trio.

When Jack asked why, she grinned.

“Because it’s a phone, scanner, and sonic screwdriver in one!”

The End

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Chapter 366: Little Weed!

Author's Notes: A last pair of drabbles for Challenge 314 – Weeds at tw100. I'm in a silly mood today andf this idea popped into my head, so I quickly wrote it. Hopefully it'll make people smile =)

Summary: Some days, weirdness becomes the norm if you’re Torchwood.


“Allo, mate!”

The voice came from behind Ianto and he spun around, looking for its source but not seeing anyone; the park was deserted this early in the morning.

The Rift alert was minor, but Jack had decided they’d better check it out anyway. They hadn’t found anything obvious so had widened their search area, separating to cover more ground, to no avail. Still nothing, except for that mysterious voice.

Something tugged at his trouser leg.

“Down ‘ere!”

Looking down, Ianto raised an eyebrow and spoke into his comms.

“Jack, there’s a weed talking to me.”

“I’ll be right there.”

OoOoOoOoO

To Jack’s credit, he didn’t ask if Ianto had been drinking. Ianto almost wished he had been, even though it wasn’t even 8 am yet.

“You’re a weed.”

“Am not! I’s flower!”

“Whatever. Why’re you talking to me?”

“No one else ‘ere. Which way to castle pleez?”

“Why d’you want to know?”

The weed waved a flyer at him.

“Sez ‘ere, visit Cardiff, see castle! Millennium Centre! Norwegian Church! Cardiff Bay! Bute Park! Found park, very nice, now castle!”

Jack jogged up.

“What’ve we got?”

Ianto shrugged.

“Lost tourist, apparently.”

Which was how Ianto became tourist guide to a flower.

The End


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Chapter 367: Watching The Storm

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Forked Lightning’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto and Jack watch a storm.


From the shelter of the tourist office, Ianto stared out through pouring rain, watching a storm over the bay. Thunder boomed, forked lightning flashed and he relished the raw splendour of the scene playing out overhead. The howling wind drove waves before it and his heart beat faster at the sight. He’d always loved storms, even knowing the damage they could cause.

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a chin rested on his shoulder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Storms always make me feel more alive,” murmured Ianto, leaning back against Jack’s chest.

“You make me feel alive,” Jack whispered.

The End

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Chapter 368: Befriended

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Chocolate’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Myfanwy thinks about her capture and relocation.


The wingless one gave her strange brown food. She didn’t know what it was but it tasted good and took some of her sadness away.

She started looking forward to his visits. He seemed as sad as she felt. She wondered why he didn’t eat the brown food himself. He’d feel less sad if he did.

He always came alone, until one day another came with him. Fearful, she took flight, felt a sharp pain, and everything went dark.

She woke in a new place, but it was alright; her wingless one was there too. She knew she was safe.

The End

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Chapter 369: A New Dream

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Stay’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: He’d waited for the Doctor, only to find he no longer belonged.


He’d waited over a century for the Doctor to come, imagining how it would be, travelling through space and time again with the two people he loved most, his Doctor and Rose.

Only it wasn’t like that. The Doctor came, but not for him. It wasn’t his Doctor, Rose was gone, and he spent a year chained and tortured, his dream turning into a nightmare.

So he dreamed a new dream, of his Cardiff home, and of Ianto, his beautiful Welshman, who loved him despite his faults.

And he promised himself if he made it home, he’d stay there forever.

The End

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Chapter 370: One Good Reason

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Just Give Me A Reason’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: A sort of sequel to ‘A New Dream’. Jack returns home and seeks Ianto’s forgiveness.

Spoilers For: End of Days, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang


Jack knew that despite Ianto agreeing to a date, the Welshman was still angry with him for leaving without a word.

“I’m sorry, Ianto. If I could do things over, I’d make sure I left a message so you’d know I would be back. I’d just waited so long; I couldn’t miss the chance. I didn’t know if I’d ever get another one.”

“I understand that, Jack. I do. But it doesn’t change the fact that you abandoned us. Abandoned me. Just give me one good reason why I should forgive you.”

“Because I love you.”

It was reason enough.

The End

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Chapter 371: One Hell Of A Life

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Helluva Life’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: A lot can change in fifty years, but some things just get better.


They sat side by side on the park bench, an elderly couple enjoying the warm summer sunshine as they watched children play. Many years ago they’d done the same thing, but back then the children had been their own sons and daughters.

Cardiff had changed dramatically in the last fifty years, but Bute Park remained a green oasis in the heart of the city; it had always been one of their favourite places.

Tosh squeezed Owen’s hand.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled at his wife.

“We’ve had one hell of a life, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

The End



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Chapter 372: Alfresco

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Sitting by the fire’

Summary: Jack and Ianto go on an unusual date.



Ianto poked another stick into the fire and watched sparks fly up into the night sky. Even though it was early summer, the night air was still a bit chilly and the heat from the fire was pleasant.

Dumping another armload of dry driftwood nearby, Jack dropped to the sand beside him.

“Is it hot enough to start cooking yet?”

“Almost, I think. Better get the food from the car.”

Jack leant in for a quick kiss.

“Be right back!”

Ianto smiled. When Jack asked him on a date, a cookout on the beach was the last thing he’d expected!

The End

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Chapter 373: New Toy

Author's Notes: The first of a series of drabbles for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. There are three so far, not sure how many more I'll write, just got to see where it goes.

Summary: Tosh and Ianto have created a new toy for Torchwood.



“It’s a drone,” Tosh explained, showing off the device she and Ianto had invented. “It’ll let us see what’s come through the Rift before we get there. We enter the coordinates of the Rift spike, the drone takes the shortest route and relays hi-def video to the Hub and SUV, along with other data, radiation levels, temperature, composition and so on.”

“And if a living creature comes through, the drone can follow and keep track of it for us,” Ianto added.

Jack grinned.

“I’ve said it before, you two are geniuses! This is gonna be invaluable. Can we test it?”

TBC in ‘First Test’



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Chapter 374: First Test – Sequel to ‘New Toy’

Author's Notes: Part Two of the Drone series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: Time to give the drone a test run, but they’ve overlooked something important.


They really should have known Jack would want to test the new toy immediately. He had a boy’s love of gadgets, Ianto thought it kind of cute the way his eyes would light up and he’d practically bounce with eagerness to try out something new.

Tosh decided to do the drone’s first fully operational trial run inside the Hub, so they could observe how it responded when flown by remote control as well as on autopilot.

Everything went perfectly, until Myfanwy caught it in midair, carrying it to her aerie. Ianto had to bribe her with chocolate to retrieve it.

TBC in ‘Second Test’

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Chapter 375: Second Test – Sequel to ‘First Test’

Author's Notes: Part three of the Drone series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I have two more parts written, and there will be at least one more after that.

Summary: Better luck second time? Well, sort of…


They took the precaution of shutting Myfanwy in her aerie before re-testing the repaired drone. It hadn’t been badly damaged, but the bent propeller would have caused steering problems and she’d managed to knock the flight rotor off. Tosh and Ianto redesigned the mount to make it stronger.

This time, everything was going well until Jack tried using the manual controls without switching off the autopilot.

The poor drone, confused by conflicting instructions, spun around in circles for a moment, then crashed into the wall, bending the propeller again.

Everyone winced.

Despite that, Tosh declared the test successful. Sort of.

TBC in ‘Third Time Lucky’

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Chapter 376: Third Time Lucky? – Sequel to ‘Second Test’

Author's Notes: Fourth Part of the Drone Series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I have two double drabbles written and there will be at least one more part after that, so I MIGHT post the next part later today. No promises though.

Summary: Is it a case of third time’s the charm?


“You have to turn off autopilot before trying to fly it manually,” Tosh explained patiently. “Then it won’t crash like that.”

“Don’t bet on that,” Owen piped up. “We’ve all seen how Jack drives.”

“He’s an experienced pilot, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Tosh had confidence in Jack’s abilities even if no one else did.

Truthfully, Jack was better at piloting than driving and this time the Hub test went beautifully. The drone was soon zipping about, pausing to hover over various items, collecting and transmitting data.

Everything went so well Tosh decided they were ready to start field tests.

TBC in ‘I Spy’

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Chapter 377: I Spy - Sequel to ‘Third Time Lucky?’

Author's Notes: The fifth part of the Drone series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: Jack tests the drone’s spying capabilities.


Naturally, once the decision was made to field test the drone, the Rift decided not to cooperate. There wasn’t so much as a hiccup from it for five long days; the team was left twiddling their thumbs, waiting for something to happen.

Jack was happy though, practising with the manual controls. Not that he actually needed the practice. Ianto suspected that was just a convenient excuse to spy on the team, or rather, on Ianto himself. He refused to give Jack the satisfaction of startling him and kept track of the drone’s whereabouts at all times.

Or so he thought.

OoOoOoOoO

Ianto stripped off his overalls after cleaning the cells and stepped into the shower; the alien they’d brought in last week smelled dreadful, it would be a relief to wash away the stink.

The shower room door was locked for privacy, the noise of the water cascading over him effectively drowned out other sounds; knowing that no one would hear him, Ianto started singing.

Belting out his favourite song, he turned around and there was the drone, hovering outside the shower.

Fuck! Jack must have flown it down here before Ianto arrived!

He was SO going to pay for this!

TBC in ‘Field Testing Begins’


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Chapter 378: Field Testing Begins – Sequel to ‘I Spy’

Author's Notes: Where am I? I think this is he sixth part of the Drone Series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I have one more part written, but it ain't over yet!

Summary: There’s a Rift alert at last, finally the drone can take to the sky!


Before Ianto could plan his revenge, the Rift decided to wake up.

Alarms started blaring while he was dressing and the drone headed for the door, jiggling impatiently to be let out.

Ianto rolled his eyes, reminding himself that it was just a machine; the impatience was all Jack’s, desperate to finally try his new toy in the field. Well, Jack could wait for him to put his shoes on; there was no way he was walking to the main Hub barefoot.

When he finally opened the door, the drone zipped out, heading for the stairs with Ianto trailing behind.

OoOoOoOoO

Once the drone was programmed with the Rift spike’s coordinates, Ianto placed it on the invisible lift, sending it to the surface before joining the others in the SUV.

By the time he climbed into the passenger seat, Tosh already had their new toy airborne and was tracking it on her computers.

It was performing well so far, taking the most direct route possible, navigating smoothly around obstacles at an altitude of thirty metres. Already halfway to its programmed destination while they were barely underway due to the early evening traffic, Tosh said it should arrive well ahead of them.

TBC in ‘Identified’



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Chapter 379: Identified - Sequel to ‘Field Testing Begins’

Author's Notes: Part seven of the Drone Series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100, which means I've run out and need to get the next part written. This is another pair of drabbles.

Summary: The team are less than delighted by what the Rift has dumped in their city.


The SUV was still approximately twenty minutes away from their destination when Tosh reported that the drone was approaching its programmed coordinates. It had made good time having only been airborne for seven minutes.

“Let me see if I can zoom in on whatever it was that came through.” Tosh’s fingers flew over her computer keys, sending instructions to the drone’s onboard processors, commanding it to hover and scan the area with its high-resolution cameras and sensor array.

Pictures started to come in, but what the team saw in living colour on their screens was a less than welcome sight.

OoOoOoOoO

A familiar figure dressed in a red jacket and grubby jeans leant idly against a wall, smoking a cigarette, a few metres from where the Rift had opened. Even as they watched, he looked up at the drone and gave a jaunty little wave.

Captain John Hart.

“Bugger,” Ianto commented succinctly.

Jack smirked.

“Better not let Hart hear you say that; he’ll take you up on the offer.”

Ianto gave Jack a filthy look.

“In his dreams! If I get my hands on him, I guarantee he won’t enjoy the experience. Two of my friends almost died because of him.”

TBC in ‘Taking Hart’


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Chapter 380: Taking Hart - Sequel to ‘Identified’

Author's Notes: I think this is the eighth psrt of the Drone Series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I have one more part written, which means I need to write some more...

Summary: The team arrive on the scene to take Hart into custody.


“Tosh, when we modify the drone we’re adding a laser, maybe a machine gun,” Ianto told his friend as he glared at his screen.

Tosh kept her head down, hiding her smile.

“The laser’s a possibility; a machine gun wouldn’t be practical, it would add too much weight.”

“Pity. How long ‘til we get there?” That question was aimed at Jack who was driving, staring grimly ahead.

“Five minutes. Hang on to your seats, this could get a bit rough,” Jack replied, hitting the flashing lights and stamping on the accelerator.

No one complained; they all had scores to settle.

OoOoOoOoO

The SUV screeched to a halt and the team piled out, surrounding Hart, their guns aimed at various parts of his anatomy. Hart didn’t seem the least bit perturbed.

“Well, if it isn’t team Torchwood, been wondering when you’d show up. Figured that must be yours.” He pointed up at the drone, where it was still hovering above, recording the scene, then turned to Tosh. “Nifty little toy, you make it?”

Tosh nodded.

“With Ianto’s help.”

“Eye Candy? Huh, never figured you’d have brains as well!”

Jack shoved Hart against the wall.

“Owen, frisk and cuff him. Don’t be gentle.”

TBC in ‘Questions’



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Chapter 381: Questions - Sequel to ‘Taking Hart’

Author's Notes: What's this, the ninth part of the Drone Series? Well, anyway, it's another drabble pair for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. The neverending story continues...

Summary: The questioning begins, but Hart’s answers aren’t what the team were expecting.


With Hart relieved of the weapons the drone had detected and securely cuffed, Jack holstered his Webley, standing before his nemesis, arms folded over his chest.

“What d’you want, Hart? Didn’t I make myself clear enough last time you were here? You’re not welcome in my city, Cardiff’s barely recovered from your last visit.”

“Hey! I already said I was sorry; wasn’t exactly given a choice y’know. Thought we’d made our peace over that.”

“Only on the understanding that you’d leave and never come back,” Jack snapped. “What’s important enough to bring you back to earth?”

“Back? I never left!”

OoOoOoOoO

“Never left? What’re you talking about? We got a Rift alert, and here you are.”

“Oh, I’m here alright. Picked up the alert on this.” Hart held up his wrist strap. “Thought I’d stop by, see what was goin’ on, maybe lend a hand. Got here just ahead of your busy bee there.” He gestured in the general direction of the hovering drone without bothering to look.

“You didn’t come through the Rift?” Tosh asked.

“Nah, don’t need the Rift for short hops planetside, the teleport function’s enough.”

“So if it wasn’t you, what caused the Rift spike?” asked Ianto.

TBC in ‘Answers’


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Chapter 382: Answers - Sequel to ‘Questions’

Author's Notes: I believe this could be part ten of the Drone Series. Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: The more answers they get, the less they seem to know. Mysteries multiply.


Hart smirked at the team; Ianto resisted the temptation to rearrange his face a little.

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh come on, lighten up! All business all the time; it’s not a good look on you.”

Ianto gritted his teeth, praying for patience.

“What came through the Rift?”

“Don’t know, didn’t see. Whatever it was, it had already gone when I got here.”

“Gone where?”

“If I knew that, I’d have gone after it. Figured your doohickey could track it.” Hart glanced towards the drone.

“Tosh?”

“On it; scanning for Rift residue.” She paused. “Okay, I have a trail.”

OoOoOoOoO

With Tosh and their drone leading the way, Torchwood set off tracking the mysterious new arrival.

Hart went with them; he wasn’t given any choice in the matter, frogmarched along between Owen and Gwen. Not that he seemed to mind; in fact he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jack found his attitude annoying.

“Why exactly are you here, John?”

“I was bored, alright? Earth’s not exactly the Vegas Galaxy. Thought maybe if I did something useful, you’d let me stick around for a bit.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“If you’re so bored, why not leave earth?”

“Because I can’t.”

TBC in ‘Revelations’



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Chapter 383: Revelations - Sequel to ‘Answers’

Author's Notes: The eleventh part of the Drone Series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: The team find out a little of what Hart has been up to – and why.


Jack stopped so suddenly, Ianto walked straight into him.

“A little warning would have been nice,” Ianto complained, rubbing his nose.

“Sorry,” Jack apologized, wincing in sympathy.

Everybody else stopped too, the drone hovering overhead. Jack turned to Hart.

“What the hell d’you mean you can’t leave?”

Hart’s shoulders slumped.

“Gray must’ve done something to my Vortex Manipulator, set a booby-trap. When I tried to leave earth, most of the main circuits got fried. The teleport still works for short-range jumps, I can just about travel from one end of this quaint little island to the other, but that’s it.

OoOoOoOoO

As revelations went, that was surprising. Gwen had to ask.

“What have you been doing for the last few months then?”

“Sightseeing mostly.”

“I can imagine the kind of sights you’ve been seeing,” Ianto muttered.

“Hey, be nice, Eye Candy! I’ve stayed out of trouble. Mostly. You lot would’ve heard about it otherwise.”

“How’d you get money?”

“Gambling, mostly. And before you ask, no, I didn’t cheat. Won fair ‘n’ square. Just picked easy marks.”

Just then, the drone started beeping madly.

“Whatever came through the Rift is heading our way!” said Tosh.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Jack told Hart.

TBC in ‘Brief Visitor’




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Chapter 384: Brief Visitor - Sequel to ‘Revelations’

Author's Notes: Part twelve of the Drone Series. Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. There is an end to this series somewhere, I just haven't found it yet, so forgive me for droning on...

Summary: What came through the Rift is finally revealed. Briefly.


“Can you tell what it is yet?” Jack demanded impatiently.

“No, sorry, but it’s close, we should be able to see it.” Tosh frowned at the drone’s sensor data on her PDA. “It must be invisible!”

Looking around, Hart groaned.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding! Here I was hoping it would be something dangerous, so I could be all heroic, save your lives and earn your undying gratitude. Or something.”

“What? Do ya see it?” Jack turned slowly in circle, right hand on his Webley.

“Over there.” Hart nodded towards some bushes where something was hovering, shimmering softly.

OoOoOoOoO

They watched the hazy creature drifting lazily among the roses in someone’s garden while the drone filmed it.

“What is it?” asked Tosh.

“People call them Wisps. They’re harmless wanderers, plant collectors, mostly energy. It’ll take specimens then leave, that’s what they always do. Legend has it they’re from another dimension, where every plant that ever existed flourishes. Load of bollocks if you ask me.”

“We didn’t ask you!”

Even as they watched, the Wisp snipped cuttings from the bushes then winked out of existence.

“Well that was kind of anticlimactic,” Ianto commented.

“I thought it was beautiful,” Tosh sighed.

TBC in ‘Field Tested’

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Chapter 385: Field Tested - Sequel to ‘Brief Visitor’

Author's Notes: Um, part thirteen of the Drone Series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I swear this will end sometime, I'm just not sure when. Or how...

Summary: The field test is over, but they still have Hart to deal with.


“What a waste of time,” Jack grumbled.

“Not a complete waste. At least now we know the drone’s effective in the field,” Ianto pointed out. “There’re some modifications we might want to add…”

“We’re still not installing a machine gun,” Tosh told him.

“I was thinking more along the lines of some kind of stealth capability so it won’t be spotted by the wrong people.” Ianto looked straight at Hart.

“I’m hurt.” Hart attempted a wounded puppy expression. It was nowhere near as effective as Jack’s.

Jack glared at him.

“Shut up. Haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”

OoOoOoOoO

With the Wisp gone and nothing left for the team to do, they made their way back to the SUV, taking Hart along with them. None of them trusted him left to his own devices; it seemed altogether safer for all concerned to have him where they could keep a close eye on him.

Tosh landed the drone, powering it down before loading it in the boot. She was pleased with the field test; it had gone better than she’d hoped and they’d even collected data on a previously unknown alien.

The only fly in the ointment was Captain Hart.

TBC in ‘Options’





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Chapter 386: Options - Sequel to ‘Field Tested’

Author's Notes: Part fourteen of the Drone Series. Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: Time to discuss what to do with Hart. They don’t have a lot of practical choices.


The team watched Jack pacing back and forth in front of their prisoner.

“What’re our options?”

“We can’t let him go, there’s no telling what he’d get up to,” Ianto sighed. “On the other hand, I doubt any of us like the idea of keeping him around.”

There were murmurs of agreement.

“If I can fix his VM, we could send him off-world,” Tosh suggested, glancing away from the drone’s readouts.

“We could lock him in with Janet, I’m sure she’d enjoy the company,” said Owen.

“Or I could just shoot him and be done with it.” Ianto sounded hopeful.

OoOoOoOoO

Hart listened intently as the team discussed his fate. It wasn’t encouraging.

“Hey, don’t I get any say in this?”

Jack spun around, glaring at his ex-partner.

“No. I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you.”

“But I’d make a great Torchwood agent!”

“What part of ‘I don’t trust you’ don’t you understand?”

“I could be useful! I’m fluent in alien languages, what I don’t know about weapons isn’t worth knowing, and I can teleport, reach Rift events even before your drone. I’d be an asset!”

“More like an ass,” muttered Owen.

“Come on, you need me!”

TBC in ‘Booted’


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Chapter 387: Booted - Sequel to ‘Options’

Author's Notes: If I'm counting correctly, this is part fifteen of the Drone Series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I do have a destination in mind now...

Summary: Some discussions probably shouldn’t be held in public. Time to return to base.


Jack was astounded.

“Need you? Yeah, about as much as I need a hole in the head! At your best, you’re a loose cannon. We have a shaky enough relationship with the local police as it is; with you on the team, we’d all be in jail before the week was out!”

“So I have a few issues with authority, who doesn’t?”

Jack actually growled.

“Tosh, see that the drone is secure, we’re going back to the Hub.”

“What about Hart?” asked Owen. “It’ll be a bit cramped with four in the back seat.”

“Then shove him in the boot.”

OoOoOoOoO

The drive to the Hub was punctuated by loud and inventive curses from the boot.

Tosh had done as Jack asked, securing the drone so it wouldn’t get damaged; it was a delicate piece of machinery after all. No one had bothered to do the same for Hart though, and Jack was driving with more than his usual recklessness. Ianto suspected it was a kind of revenge.

The team suffered the jouncing with their usual stoicism, they were all well used to Jack’s driving. If Hart wound up with the odd bruise or broken bone, well, he probably deserved it.

TBC in ‘Ideas & Invites’

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Chapter 388: Ideas & Invites - Sequel to ‘Booted’

Author's Notes: Here's part sixteen of the Drone Series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. We’re moving into the final section of this fic now, though I’m not ruling out the possibility of writing a sequel about what happens to Hart at some point. No promises, depends on how the bunnies bounce!

Summary: Back at the Hub, the team make plans for modifying their drone – with a little help from a friend.


They sat around the coffee table sipping from steaming mugs of Ianto’s best brew, while their ‘guest’, chained to the nearest convenient railing, continued to annoy them.

Ianto had grudgingly offered Hart coffee too, so now they were having to endure moans of appreciation even more pornographic in nature than Jack’s tended to be. It wasn’t easy to ignore Hart, but they did their best while discussing the drone’s need for some kind of stealth capability to prevent it drawing undue attention.

“A perception filter would be ideal,” Tosh commented.

“And I know just where to get one,” Jack smirked.

OoOoOoOoO

Since The Year That Never Was, the Doctor had gradually come to accept Jack’s abnormality. While he still wasn’t comfortable in the immortal’s presence, he bore his discomfort silently for the sake of their friendship. After all, Jack was one of the few people who would actually outlive the Doctor; it would be foolish to reject his friendship over something that was beyond his control.

So when the Captain phoned to request the Doctor’s assistance in adding a perception filter to a reconnaissance drone the brilliant Ms Sato had invented, he set the TARDIS controls for a visit to Torchwood.

TBC in ‘Welcoming Visitors’

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Chapter 389: Welcoming Visitors - Sequel to ‘Ideas & Invites’

Author's Notes: Part seventeen of the Drone Series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. There will probably be about three more parts. I think. I only have one more already written...

Summary: The team greet their visitors.


At the now familiar sound of the TARDIS materialising, the team wandered over to greet their visitor.

The last couple of times the Doctor had stopped by, he’d been alone, but now it seemed he’d acquired a new companion.

“Bloody hell! What is this place? Looks like the Bat Cave or something!”

“Donna Noble, welcome to the Torchwood Hub!” the Doctor said, grinning manically as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Brilliant, isn’t it? They even have a Pteranodon!”

“You’re ‘aving me on!”

“Nope! Jack, Ianto, good to see you! Ah, Toshiko! Now, where’s this drone of yours?”

OoOoOoOoO

“Hang on a mo, Spaceman, how about some proper introductions before you swan off?”

The Doctor ignored her, heading over to Tosh, eager to see her new invention.

“Drone! Isn’t that a great word? Droooooone!”

Jack and Ianto shared a look then turned to Donna.

“Ms Noble?”

“Hello, handsome!”

“I’m Captain Jack Harkness. This is my partner, Ianto Jones, Dr. Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper, and Toshiko Sato, resident genius.”

Tosh waved then turned back to the Doctor.

Donna eyed Jack and Ianto.

“Typical. The pretty ones are always gay or taken. So why’s there a bloke chained to your railings?”

TBC in ‘Interesting Offers’


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Chapter 390: Interesting Offers - Sequel to ‘Welcoming Visitors’

Author's Notes: My 150th drabble post this year! (It’s probably closer to 170 individual drabbles what with all the double drabbles I’ve been posting, but I’m only counting the number of times I’ve posted one or more Torchwood drabbles.)
This is also Part 18 of the Drone series! Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

N.B. The second drabble of this pair sort of switches to Hart’s POV.

Summary: With the Doctor occupied, something else capture’s Donna’s interest.


Jack scowled at Hart.

“That’s keeping him out of trouble. He’s an unwanted visitor; we can’t decide what to do with him. Excuse me, there’s something I need to ask the Doc.” Jack strolled over to where his friend was rhapsodising over Tosh’s drone.

Ianto turned to Donna

“Would you like a coffee?”

“Oooh, please! I’m parched. The Doc makes a mean cuppa, but he can’t make coffee to save his life.”

“Oi, Eye Candy!” Hart yelled, holding up his mug. “Do I get a refill?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“What did your last slave die of?”

“Hey! Chained here!”

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As Jack’s visitor droned on in the background, the redhead turned to Hart. He stared back appreciatively.

She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but she was feisty. And that red hair! She’d be a real handful.

Sauntering towards him, she stopped just out of reach, looking him up and down.

“Well you’re a bit of alright.” She offered her hand. “Donna Noble, and who might you be?”

Hart took her hand, kissing it gallantly.

“Captain John Hart, at your service. And believe me, Red, I wouldn’t say no to servicing you!”

“Cheeky! I think I like you!”

TBC in ‘Begging’



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Chapter 391: Begging - Sequel to ‘Interesting Offers’

Author's Notes: Part Nineteen of the Drone series, written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I’m hoping to get Part Twenty up later today, if I can fit it in.

Summary: Jack seeks the Doctor’s help, and he’s not above begging.

Spoilers: Very slight for Fragments/Exit Wounds and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.


“Doc, I know you’re busy with the drone, but could you spare a minute?”

“Jack! What can I do for you?” The Doctor grinned toothily.

“See the guy over there?”

“I wanted to ask about that. Why’s he chained up? That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?”

“Trust me, it’s warranted. He was my partner at the Time Agency. Came looking for me, hurt my team, almost destroyed Cardiff… I thought he’d left earth, but apparently his Vortex Manipulator burned out and he’s stuck here. I want him gone, kinda hoped you could drop him in the nearest black hole.”

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“You’re joking about the black hole, I hope?” The Doctor frowned.

“I suppose, but honestly, I wouldn’t care what you did with him if you’d just take him somewhere that isn’t here. Doc, please, I’m begging you!”

“Hmmmm. You said he used to be your partner?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he as much trouble as you were?”

“Worse.”

“Really?”

“Hart’s a borderline psychopath with no impulse control. No rehab has ever worked on him. I used to have some control over him, but not anymore.”

“Why don’t you tell me everything while I help Toshiko integrate this perception filter with her drone.”

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Chapter 392: Confessions - Sequel to ‘Begging’

Author's Notes: Part Twenty of the Drone Series. Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100.

Summary: Jack and the Doctor talk about Hart and related topics.

Spoilers: Fragments/Exit Wounds, maybe Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.


Jack told the Doctor the whole story: his past history with Hart, the incident with the ‘cluster bombs’, Hart’s return and the devastation of Cardiff at Gray’s orders. He admitted his guilt over what had happened to Gray and explained that the punishment his brother meted out on him was justified.

“I deserved it. I let go of his hand.”

“Oh Jack, you are so wrong about that. Your father should never have placed responsibility for protecting your brother on your shoulders. You were still a child yourself; he should have protected you both. I’m so sorry, for all your losses.”

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When work on the drone was completed, the Doctor grasped Jack’s shoulders.

“Forgive yourself, Jack. It’s time you let go of the past. Remember when Rose convinced me to let you stay on the TARDIS?”

Jack smiled.

“Those were good times, Doc; some of the best. You turned my life around, ya know. Whatever good I’ve done is because you and Rose believed in me.”

“I wasn’t sure but Rose, she was convinced that you were a good man. You just needed a little help to see that in yourself. She was right. She always saw more clearly than me.”

TBC in ‘Attitude Adjustment’

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Chapter 393: Attitude Adjustment - Sequel to ‘Confessions’

Author's Notes: Part Twenty-One of the Drone series. In an attempt to get to the end a bit faster (this challenge is bound to end soon) this one’s a triple drabble.

Summary: Ianto is astounded by the remarkable effect Donna seems to be having on Hart.


As the coffee brewed, Ianto glanced over to where the Doctor was working on the drone. Jack was talking, no doubt filling his friend in on all things relating to Hart. Ianto just hoped Jack could convince the Doctor to give their unwanted guest a lift off world. It would be the best solution.

He turned back to the machine as it beeped, pouring coffee for the Doctor’s companion. When he took the mug over to the redhead, he found her chatting away to Hart, who was hanging on her every word. The sight was… disturbing, to say the least.

OoOoOoOoO

“Looks like the drone’s finished,” Ianto commented quietly. “Here’s your coffee, Miss Noble.”

The lady in question turned her attention to him.

“Oi, none of that, mate. It’s Donna, alright?”

Ianto couldn’t help smiling.

“If you insist.”

“I do. Ta very much.”

Donna took a careful sip of her coffee.

“Oh. My. God! This is the best coffee I’ve ever tasted!”

Ianto inclined his head politely.

“I try my best.”

“Hey, where’s mine?” Hart demanded.

“Mind your manners, Johnny Boy,” Donna snapped.

Hart sat up straight.

“Yes ma’am. Sorry. May I have another cup of your delicious coffee please, Ianto?”

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Ianto stared at Hart in stunned disbelief, then turned to Donna and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to him, but I definitely approve.”

Donna shrugged casually.

“He’s no problem, just needs a firm hand is all.”

“Oooh, yes please!” Hart looked up at her hopefully and Donna laughed.

“We’ll see, sunshine, maybe if you learn to behave you’ll get lucky. I don’t take no nonsense from anyone, mind. Ask Space Boy over there, he’ll tell ya.” She pointed towards the Doctor, who waved back, grinned and pointed to the drone, giving them the thumbs up.

TBC in ‘Considering’

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Chapter 394: Considering… - Sequel to ‘Attitude Adjustment’

Author's Notes: Part Twenty-Two of the Drone series. Written for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. Here’s another triple drabble. There's one more part after this.

Summary: The Torchwood team and the TARDIS crew discuss what to do with Hart.


“That drone really is a remarkable piece of engineering, especially considering what you and Toshiko were working with,” the Doctor told Ianto as he and Jack joined the little group clustered around Torchwood’s prisoner, who was now sipping a fresh coffee.

“The design is mainly Tosh’s,” Ianto replied, typically modest. “I just made suggestions and sourced raw materials. Can I get you a coffee Doctor? Or perhaps you’d prefer tea?”

“Coffee please. When in Rome!” He turned to Hart. “Now, what are we going to do about you? Can’t leave you here on earth to cause more trouble, can we?”

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Hart sighed.

“I only came back here looking for a little help and consideration, but they care more about that drone than they do about a fellow human in need!”

“Spare us the sob story, flyboy!” Donna folded her arms across her chest. “I’ve met your kind before. Probably been treated better than ya deserve.”

“They tossed me in the boot!”

“Really? I would’ve tied ya to the roof, ya smell a bit ripe, could do with a shower.”

“Yeah, well, no one offered.”

“That’ll ‘ave to change if you’re comin’ with us then. We are takin’ ‘im, right Doc?”

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The Doctor looked at Hart.

“Well now, I don’t know. Strictly speaking, I was only invited over to provide Torchwood’s new drone with a perception filter. No one said anything about picking up passengers.”

“Well, can’t leave ‘im ‘ere. Ianto has enough to do without ‘avin’ another inmate to feed. Besides, I kinda like ‘im. Needs some work, but I’m pretty sure I could whip ‘im into shape.”

Hart’s eyes lit up.

“I like whips!”

Donna laughed.

“You would.”

“Weeeeeeell,” the Doctor drawled, “travelling on the TARDIS didn’t do Jack any harm and I do like a challenge. Alright then.”

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Chapter 395: Departure - Sequel to ‘Considering’

Author's Notes: Part Twenty-Three of the Drone series, Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. Here’s the final triple drabble. There might be some little epilogues at a later date, but for now, after no less than 45 drabbles, this is done.

Summary: It’s time for the Doctor, Donna and their unexpected passenger to depart. But they’ll probably be back someday.


“What about my weapons?” Hart demanded as he was bundled towards the TARDIS.

“You won’t need those on the TARDIS,” Jack told him blithely. “The Doc would only confiscate them so really, I’m just saving him the trouble. They’ll stay here, locked in secure archives along with our spare drone. Maybe one day you’ll be responsible enough to have them back without endangering half the known universe. Have a good trip,” and Jack shoved him unceremoniously through the door.

“Hey, don’t I get a goodbye… Whoa! Bigger on the inside! Neat! So, Red, how about showing me to your room?”

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Jack hugged the Doctor.

“Don’t be a stranger, Doc, you know you’re always welcome here.”

“I’ll stop by for a coffee next time I’m in the neighbourhood,” the Doctor assured him. “Don’t forget what I told you, Jack. Let go of the past, otherwise it’ll keep you from appreciating everything you have here and now.”

Jack smiled faintly.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all anyone can ask. Great seeing everybody again. Toshiko, good luck with the drone. Ianto! Take good care of Jack. I know you will! Allons-y!”

With those final words, the door closed, and a familiar sound filled the Hub.

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Just as the TARDIS faded away, the Rift alarm started to blare and Tosh turned her attention to her computers, tapping at her keyboard and bringing up the coordinates of the latest Rift flare.

Jack bounded across to peer over her shoulder.

“Oh look, it’s in Splott! What a surprise!”

Ianto snorted with amusement.

“Forty-two percent of all Rift events are in Splott, Jack.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep! The Rift must have something against the people of Splott.”

Jack clapped his hands.

“Well, what d’you say we take advantage of serendipity by giving the drone another field test?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

The End

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Chapter 396: Awkward Situation - Sequel to ‘Mobbed’

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Title used was ‘I’m Not That Guy’

Summary: Exactly what is a man supposed to say when mistaken for someone else?


Fish and chips in hand, Jack stared at the crowd of women surrounding him. They were jostling each other, holding out bits of paper and pens.

“Please, Mr Barrowman, could we have your autograph?” the spokeswoman for the group asked.

He dimly registered one of the other women murmuring something about him being even better looking in person, but the sound of Ianto sniggering behind him was drowning out her comments.

“I’m sorry, ladies, I’d love to help you out, but I swear I’m not the guy you think I am!”

How the hell did he get into these situations?

The End

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Chapter 397: Shelter

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Tirle used is 'Shelter Island'

Summary: It doesn’t look like much, but in Jack’s opinion, it’s ideal.


It was an unprepossessing island, stuck out in the Bristol Channel, exposed to the elements and frequently battered by storms. Small, windswept, barren of trees, the only things that seemed to thrive there were the hardiest of plants and several species of gull.

But it was isolated, not easily accessible, and still had some more or less intact buildings that could be restored for use. In short, it was just what Jack needed.

With the blessing of the Crown, Flat Holm Island became a sanctuary for the victims of the Rift, their shelter from a world that wouldn’t understand them.

The End

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Chapter 398: The Note

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Prompt at the end.

Spoilers For: End Of Days/Kiss Kiss Bang Bang maybe.

Summary: At least Ianto left a note…


Jack plucked the note from his desk; it was from Ianto.

Jack,

The Doctor invited me to go travelling with him.

Ianto


Sitting down heavily, Jack felt lost. Ianto had left? Well, why wouldn’t he? Hadn’t Jack done the same not long ago? At least Ianto left a note. Jack’s heart plummeted; would he ever return?

He was still sitting there staring at nothing when a mug of coffee appeared in front of him. There stood Ianto, looking exactly the same.

“Ianto! You’re back!”

“I never left.”

“But the note…”

“He asked. I refused. Now you know how I felt.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Now We’re Even’


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Chapter 399: Out Of Milk

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Title used is, unsurprisingly, 'Milk'

Summary: There’s no milk. Ianto is not happy.


They were out of milk. Again.

Of course they were. Jack was drinking so much right now it might be cheaper to buy a cow.

It was so unfair! He was exhausted after a long day at work; all he wanted was a cuppa, but there was no milk left. Tea wasn’t as soothing without milk. Besides, Jack would bitch if there wasn’t any for his cereal. Which meant Ianto had to put his coat on again and trek to the shops instead of collapsing in front of the TV with a hot drink.

Sometimes, Jack being pregnant really sucked.

The End


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Chapter 400: Old Favourite

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Prompt at end.

Summary: Jack notices something that makes him happy.


Jack glanced up from his report as the cog door rolled open, accompanied by its usual alarms. It had to be Ianto; he was always first to arrive.

His suspicions were confirmed moments later when the familiar slim figure came into view, heading for the coffee machine. Good. Coffee was just what he needed.

Suddenly, Jack’s head snapped up. Ianto was no longer in sight, but Jack simply had to know if he’d seen what he thought he had. Abandoning his paperwork, he wandered into the kitchen.

There was Ianto, resplendent in red. Jack smiled.

“I’ve really missed that shirt.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Return Of The Shirt’

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Chapter 401: Not So Lucky

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Jack suffers a slight mishap…


Ianto was so busy putting the Hub into night mode that the quiet ‘clink’ from up in Jack’s office went almost unnoticed.

That is, until it was followed by a thud, an almighty crash, the sound of breaking glass, and cursing that would have made a sailor blush.

Dropping everything, Ianto ran upstairs to find Jack lying on his office floor amid the wreckage of his shelves.

“What the hell happened?”

“I dropped my lucky penny. When I tried to pick it up I hit my head on the shelves.”

“Looks like that penny’s not as lucky as you thought.”

The End



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Chapter 402: Illuminated

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Spoilers For: A Day In The Death.

Summary: Owen and Maggie watch the lightshow created by the Pulse.


They’re a strange pair, a living dead man who’d lost hope and a woman who’d lost her reason to live. Yet here they stand, on a rooftop at night, thinking maybe they can go on after all.

Life’s not all darkness and despair; hope can be found in the unlikeliest of places. The future’s looking brighter for both of them, all because of a mysterious alien device; a message they can neither decipher nor comprehend.

It sings to them, a symphony comprised of ribbons of light, more beautiful than anything they’ve ever experienced, and it fills their hearts with wonder.

The End

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Chapter 403: Late Night Alert

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Prompt at the end.

Summary: Jack and Ianto have a late night Rift alert to deal with.


Just after two in the morning, the deafening sound of the Rift alarm dragged Jack and Ianto from a deep sleep.

“Bugger. That’s all we need after the day we’ve had,” Ianto muttered, dragging himself from the bed and going to check the coordinates. Jack followed with their clothes.

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Three hours later, they trudged back into the Hub, covered in mud from chasing several dozen three-legged aliens around Bute Park in the pouring rain, trying to get them back into their spaceship.

“We should’ve stayed in bed,” Ianto grumbled. “I could’ve told you nothing good ever happens after 2 am.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Nothing Good Happens After 2 am’


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Chapter 404: Stuff

Author's Notes: I've lost count again. Ids this my ninth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Ianto and Jack try to decide what to do on their day off.


“So, what’re we gonna do with our day off?” Jack asked, stretching luxuriously on his side of the bed.

Ianto yawned.

“Dunno, haven’t thought about it. Stuff.”

“What sort of stuff?”

“The kinds of stuff people usually do on days off.”

“Such as?”

Ianto was silent for several minutes. Finally…

“I have no idea. Haven’t had a day off in so long, I don’t remember. Chores I suppose. Cleaning, shopping.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Yeah.”

“Not really a fun day off.”

“Nope.”

“We could try some other stuff?” Jack groped Ianto experimentally.

Ianto grinned.

“Oh yeah! I like that kind of stuff!”

The End

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Chapter 405: Insidious

Author's Notes: Umm, is this my tenth drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100? Must be somewhere around there anyway.

Spoilers: Tiny for Fragments.

Summary: Jack finally comes to realise something.


It had been so insidious, Jack hadn’t even realised it was happening until it was already far too late.

Little things had combined to devastating effect. The good looks, enticing Welsh vowels and flirty behaviour had started it, compounded by finely tailored suits, coffee best described as an orgasm in a cup, and a deliciously dry sense of humour.

The gift of a pteranodon hadn’t hurt either.

Seemingly effortless efficiency, a keen intellect and a razor-sharp wit had certainly contributed to the overall effect.

Jack smiled wryly, finally admitting to himself that he was hooked, hopelessly addicted to Ianto Jones.

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Hooked’

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Chapter 406: Navigation Error

Author's Notes: If I'm counting right, this one might be my eleventh drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Just another day for the Torchwood team…


Torchwood had been called to deal with a disturbance at the castle. The reason wasn’t clear, the police were oddly reluctant to go into detail, but when the team arrived it quickly became obvious.

Jack approached the pair of tourists with a stern expression on his face.

“You shouldn’t be here, you’ll have to leave.”

“Oh dear! Terrible sorry, not mean to bother folks. We not from here.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

The blue skin and tentacles were a dead giveaway.

“This not Rigellia?”

“No, it’s Earth.”

The alien glared at its companion.

“See? Wrong turn!”

“Map upside down. Sorry.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘We're Not From Here’

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Chapter 407: Mystery Box

Author's Notes: Completely lost count now, but it's still for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Ianto finds a mysterious box.


Entering the Tourist Office, Ianto came to an abrupt halt; a box sat on the counter, tied with a red ribbon.

That certainly hadn’t been there when he’d gone to fetch breakfast.

He approached the counter warily. Being a Torchwood agent meant never taking an unexpected box at face value; anything could be in it.

“It won’t bite you.” Jack came through the bead curtain.

“What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

Shrugging, Ianto did as Jack suggested. Inside the box sat a Red Velvet cupcake.

“My favourite!” He smiled at Jack. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, you deserve it.”

The End

A/N2: The title used was ‘Cupcake’


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Chapter 408: Coming Back

Author's Notes: I give up - here's another one for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Title is the prompt.

Summary: Jack thinks about the pain of resurrection and the one thing that can make it less of an ordeal.


Coming back was as painful as getting killed in the first place; Jack always likened it to being dragged across broken glass, but that didn’t do the searing agony justice. It never got any easier.

He’d grown accustomed to enduring the pain, to making wisecracks that concealed how much he suffered each time. He’d had to, there were too many occasions when he’d resurrected only to confront whoever had killed him. Showing weakness was never a good idea.

But he’d finally found the one thing that made coming back better: waking up in the arms of the man he loved.

The End




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Chapter 409: Going Ape

Author's Notes: This is the last one I've got written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I might write another tonight, just in case we're continuing a bit longer with this prompt. We'll see. There are plenty more I'd like to have a stab at.

Summary: Ianto’s reaction to the team on their return is not appreciated.


Ianto glanced up with a smile as the team returned from colleting whatever had fallen through the Rift this time. Then his head snapped up again in a classic double take and he burst out laughing.

The rest of the team glared at him; at least he assumed the vision before him was his colleagues. They were wearing the same clothes they’d had on when they left, although they didn’t fit quite as well.

He forced himself to assume a serious expression.

“Sorry, took me by surprise. Right, I’ll look up how to turn gorillas back into people, shall I?”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Life Among The Gorillas’


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Chapter 410: First Day

Author's Notes: Yep, I wrote another one for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I'll probably keep going until a new challenge shows up, there's so many good prompts to try in this one.

Spoilers: Slight for Fragments. Set pre-series.

Summary: Ianto meets the rest of the team for the first time.


“Report for work first thing tomorrow,” he’d been told.

Ianto straightened his tie, stepping into the Tourist Office. Harkness was waiting for him.

“This way, Jones.”

Along a corridor, down in a lift, through a cog-shaped door and he was in.

“Okay everybody, meet Ianto Jones; he’s here to keep us organised. Jones, meet the team. Our medic, Owen Harper.” A weasel-faced man nodded at him. “Tech genius Toshiko Sato.” A pretty Asian woman smiled shyly. “Last but not least, my second-in-command Suzie Costello.”

Hard, suspicious eyes. She might be a problem. Only time would tell.

Ianto smiled politely.

“Hello.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘How I Met Everyone Else’


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Chapter 411: Ear, Ear

Author's Notes: Another one for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This is what happens when I try writing drabbles late at night – my brain slips over to the Twilight Zone. Apologies in advance.

Summary: Owen really shouldn’t play with dead things.



The creature had been D.O.A. and Jack had naturally wanted to know why; the species wasn’t in Torchwood’s database, so presumably this was the first of its kind to fall through the Rift.

Owen hadn’t taken long to determine cause of death; the poor thing simply hadn’t been able to breathe earth’s atmosphere. Instructed to collect data before cremating it, he’d soon grown bored and started mucking about, leading to a rather awkward situation.

The alien’s ear was stuck to Owen’s forehead and wouldn’t come off.

“Why does this shit always happen to me?” he whined.

Ianto just smirked.

“Karma.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Karma’


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Chapter 412: Wedding Daze

Author's Notes: This is the last one I've got written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Guess that means I'd better write some more...

Summary: Jack and Ianto’s wedding is a bit unorthodox.


Their wedding wasn’t a complete disaster, but it was certainly… different. It hadn’t been intentional, but Torchwood had a bad habit of throwing a spanner in the works on such occasions.

Jack had wanted doves to be released, but his best man had other ideas.

“Doves are boring! Everybody has doves! On Berellis 9 they use squinches to represent fidelity.” Ianto wasn’t sure how that translated to them having a flock of flamingos, but they’d been nice. Until they’d stampeded through the guests.

“At least it was memorable,” Jack sighed. “Never should’ve asked the Doctor to be my Best Man.”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘The Best Man’


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Chapter 413: Moving Day

Author's Notes: And yet another drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This is a little coda to my bingo fic ‘Flattery will Get You Everywhere’, just because the prompt fit.

The title is the prompt used. This one came in at 100 words first try.

Summary: Jack’s moving in with Ianto.


Last night, Ianto had asked Jack to move in with him officially. Jack had said yes, so they’d told the team they were taking the day off. After all, moving was a big job.

OoOoOoOoO

Ianto stared at the two boxes and the small trunk in bemusement.

“That’s it?”

Jack grinned.

“Yep! All my worldly goods!” He looked at the small pile and frowned. “Well, those are all the things I can take out of the Hub anyway. My clothes are already at your place.”

“Huh.” Ianto picked up the boxes. “This is going to be the easiest moving day ever!”

The End

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Chapter 414: Tailgate Musings

Author's Notes: I managed to get a couple more written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Here's today's and I have one for tomorrow too.

Summary: Ianto thinks about recent events.


Sitting on the SUV’s tailgate, mind whirling and body aching, Ianto was almost glad of the pain; it reminded him he was alive. He was surprised to be glad about that.

When Lisa died, he’d believed he had nothing left to live for. Now he was starting to think he’d been wrong about that, and a lot of other things too.

Jack wasn’t a monster after all, just a man dedicated to defending his team and humanity from alien threats.

Perhaps the real monsters were humans themselves, the ones who preyed on their own kind.

It was a sobering thought.

The End




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Chapter 415: Urban Redevelopment

Author's Notes: This will probably be my last drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I don’t have any more written and tomorrow I need to post two of my bingo fics, the first two parts of my big AU series. There will be seven parts altogether, of wildly varying lengths. So, apologies if there’s no drabble for a couple of days. I hope to resume drabbles on Thursday.

Summary: Jack’s been having fun.


Stepping into Jack’s office early one morning, Ianto found his lover watching CCTV on his computer and grinning.

“What’s got you so happy this damp and dreary morning?”

“Come and see this!”

Ianto joined Jack and leant over his shoulder. The screen showed a nearby building site, where a load of sand had been delivered the previous day. The builders were standing around it scratching their heads, bemused and unsure how to proceed. Sometime during the night, someone had got past site security and turned the building sand into sandcastles.

Ianto laughed.

“Bored last night, were you?”

“Couldn’t resist it!”

The End

A/N2: Title used was ‘Sandcastles In The Sand’

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Chapter 416: Threat Neutralized

Author's Notes: Ummm, about what I said yesterday… Another drabble snuck in and I couldn’t just leave it, so here it is. Enjoy! One last drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Everybody makes mistakes…


Jack wandered over as the cog door opened; Ianto and Owen were just returning from checking out a minor Rift spike. Scowling, Owen stomped straight down to the autopsy bay. Ianto completely failed to keep a straight face.

“Okay, out with it, what did you find?”

“Oh, nothing really,” Ianto chuckled. “Seems to have just been a hiccup. Nothing dangerous to be seen, was there, Owen?”

“Shut up, Teaboy! I thought it was an alien!” Ianto was never going to let him live it down.

Jack waited patiently for an explanation.

“Not to worry, Jack. Owen shot the vicious pineapple.”

The End

A/N: Title used was ‘The Pineapple Incident’





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Chapter 417: Running Bare

Author's Notes: And regular drabble service resumes...

Here's another one written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Prompt at the end.

Summary: There’s a situation that Ianto thinks should be checked out, but where’s Jack?


Ianto had his TV on low for background noise, but turned it up when he heard the local news reporting a streaker running through Cardiff. That was unusual enough to warrant investigation. Picking up his phone, he pressed speed dial one to call Jack and when that failed to get an answer, tried his bluetooth.

“Jack? There’re reports of a streaker. Do you want me to investigate?”

Jack replied, sounding out of breath.

“No need. Ianto, you know that retrieval I said I could handle alone?”

“Yes?”

“I could use a hand. And some clothes…”

Should’ve guessed.

“On my way.”

The End


A/N2: Title used was ‘The Naked Man’



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Chapter 418: The Naked Truth – Sequel to ‘Running Bare’

Author's Notes: A sequel to my last drabble, written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I have no idea how many I've written for this challenge, but I have two more written to complete this story.

Prompt used = title of drabble.

Summary: Jack tries to explain how he ended up naked.


“So, exactly how did you end up naked on a simple retrieval?” Ianto enquired, raising a graceful eyebrow and trying to keep a straight face as Jack struggled into the clothes Ianto had brought with him.

“I wish I knew. Everything went so well at first. I arrived at the coordinates and found what came through, an animal a bit like a wallaby. I went to net it, tripped on something, the wallaby-thing started bouncing away, I chased it and a few moments later my clothes vanished and I was running down the street naked. That’s the truth, I swear!”

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Chapter 419: Of Course – Sequel to ‘The Naked Truth’

Author's Notes: My 24th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I have one more for tomorrow, don't know if I'll get any more written. We'll see.

Summary: One problem leads to another, Jack’s had quite a night already!


“Where’s this wallaby thing now then?”

Jack sagged.

“I don’t know. I tried to keep it in sight, but it’s hard to run in bare feet and it was going pretty fast. Then I think I scared an old lady walking her dog, she dropped the lead and the dog took off after me. I was so busy trying to keep from getting my ankles bitten that I lost sight of the creature. Sorry.”

Ianto sighed.

“So now we have a mystery creature bouncing around Cardiff, and something that evaporates clothing lying about somewhere? Of course; it must be Thursday.”

TBC in ‘Disaster Averted’

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Chapter 420: Disaster Averted – Sequel to ‘Of Course’

Author's Notes: My 25th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. There will be another three parts to this story at least.

Summary: The cause of Jack’s unintentional nakedness is located.


Finding the cause of the vanishing clothes was the easy part, they just returned to the original coordinates and thankfully it was still there, little light winking merrily. Ianto recognised it right away, a basic reversible defabricator; they had one in the archives that he and Jack sometimes played with. Jack stripped and Ianto re-fabricated what he’d been wearing, Coat and all, much to Jack’s relief. Potential disaster averted.

But if the defabricator had come through the Rift, where had the wallaby-thing come from?

Turning on the SUV’s radio answered that question.

Well, the zoo could catch its own wallaby!


A/N2: Yes, I know I said this would be the last one, but have you ever tried to get rid of a stray wallaby? I thought I had it dealt with, but it bounced back. They’re as bad as boomerangs!

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Chapter 421: Zoo Or False? – Sequel to ‘Disaster Averted’

Author's Notes: My 26th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I've got my second wind, lol!

Summary: Just when they thought it was over and they could go home…


They dropped the defabricator, now safely switched off, back at the Hub and left the SUV there too before heading home in Ianto’s car.

As Ianto pulled into his driveway, Jack nudged him.

“Ianto?”

“What?”

“There’s a wallaby eating your flowers.”

Ianto turned his head so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash and he just managed to avoid driving into the wall.

“Oh crap! Where’s the net?”

“In the SUV.”

“Typical. Throw your coat over it!”

They got it at the third try; the front yard was too small for it to escape.

Wallaby or alien? That was the question.


TBC in ‘Identifying The Impossible

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Chapter 422: Identifying The Impossible - Sequel to ‘Zoo Or False?’

Author's Notes: My 27th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I think I only actually have two more after this. I miscounted, LOL!

Summary: Just what have they captured?


Trussed up wallaby tucked under one arm, Ianto stomped into the Hub. This was not the ‘evening off’ he and Jack had planned. At least they’d managed to have dinner before their evening took a turn into The Twilight Zone.

Plonking the wallaby on the autopsy table, he reached for a scanner, determined to find out for certain what they were dealing with. It did look like a wallaby. Mostly anyway.

The scanner showed it was nearly a wallaby. Ianto shook it, tried again, same result. He showed Jack.

“That’s impossible!”

Jack grinned.

“No, it’s a Possimpible!”

That was new!


A/N: Title used is ‘Something New’


TBC is ‘The Possimpible’

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Chapter 423: The Possimpible - Sequel to ‘Identifying The Impossible’

Author's Notes: My 28th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. There are two more, I think I've finally licked the complicated calculation, lol!

Summary: Jack explains, which doesn’t really help much.


“A Possimpible? What’s that?” Ianto sounded rather bemused.

Jack laughed.

“Possimpibles are things that’re mostly what they should be, but partly not. It’s an occasional side effect of living so close to the Rift. Almost everyone around here is a tiny bit not what they are, but in most cases it’s like 0.00001%, practically undetectable, you’d never know. Some creatures attract more of what they aren’t though, and they become Possimpibles. This one seems to have picked up nearly 8% of Not Wallaby. That’s high, must’ve been very near a few Rift events.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Nah. Just kinda weird.”

TBC in ‘Un-zoo-table’

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Chapter 424: Un-zoo-table - Sequel to ‘The Possimpible’

Author's Notes: My 29th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. There is definitely one more, but I'm not sure if there will be more. It's possible.

Summary: What do you do with an impossible Possimpible?


Ianto seemed troubled.

“If it’s not all wallaby, then what’s the 8% that isn’t?”

Jack shrugged.

“Who knows? A bit of this, a bit of that, not enough of anything in particular to cause real problems. They cease to exist if they attract too much of any one thing.”

“You mean they die?”

“No, they just blink out of existence, like they never were.”

Frowning, Ianto stared at the Possimpible Wallaby. It stared back.

And smiled.

Freaky.

“What do we do with it now?”

“Could send it back to the zoo.”

“Not with that smile.”

Jack looked.

“Oh. Point taken.”


A/N2: Title used is ‘Say Cheese’


TBC in ‘What’s In A Name?’

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Chapter 425: What’s In A Name? - Sequel to ‘Un-zoo-table’

Author's Notes: My 30th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. There are now two more parts to this. Oops! ;)

Summary: Ianto names the latest member of Torchwood’s menagerie.


As the scans didn’t register anything harmful, Ianto unwrapped the Possimpible, plonking it on the floor. It smiled up at him and went bouncing around the autopsy bay. He watched carefully to make sure it didn’t get into trouble. It was surprisingly well behaved, and had rather a nice smile really.

“I think I’ll call her Daisy.”

“Why?”

“That’s what she was eating when we caught her.”

“Ah. Good choice. I guess that means we’re keeping her?”

They followed Daisy into the main Hub, where she was putting rubbish in the bin.

“We can always use another pair of hands.”


A/N2: Title used is ‘Daisy’


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Chapter 426: Seeing Things? - Sequel to ‘What’s In A Name?’

Author's Notes: Drabble number 31 for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This one and the next one are sort of two sides of the same scene – Owen’s POV, then events from Ianto and Jack’s POV. I’ll try to get both posted today. Prompt at the end.

Summary: A hung-over Owen comes across something weird in the autopsy bay.


Slumping at his desk in the autopsy bay, Owen put his head in his hands, groaning. He shouldn’t have had that last pint; his head was killing him. He wished he’d stayed home in bed, but he’d left a test running the night before and needed to check the results.

A noise nearby made him look up, hoping Ianto was bringing a much-needed coffee. It wasn’t Ianto.

Usually when he was drunk or seriously hung-over, Owen expected to see pink elephants like everyone did, maybe the odd purple giraffe. That was fine. This though…

A wallaby was smiling at him.


A/N2: Title used is ‘Purple Giraffe’


TBC in ‘Not Seeing Things’

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Chapter 427: Not Seeing Things - Sequel to ‘Seeing Things?’

Author's Notes: My 32nd drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I don't have any more written... yet. This might still continue though, just have to look at the remaining prompts again, see what I still have to work with. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Owen doesn’t know what’s worse – hallucinating or not hallucinating.


When Ianto saw Owen arrive at the Hub that morning looking more than a little hung-over and immediately make his way to the autopsy bay to suffer in peace, he looked over at Jack and winked.

“Wait for it…”

A moment later, Owen’s voice drifted up from his domain, sounding rather uncertain.

“Ianto...?”

“Yes, Owen?”

“Either I’m hallucinating or there’s a wallaby down here.”

“Oh, that’s just Daisy, she won’t hurt you.”

“O-kay. Why’s it smiling at me? That’s seriously creepy!”

“She’s just saying hello.”

Owen stared. Daisy smiled.

“I hate this place!” Owen muttered.

Daisy patted his shoulder consolingly.


A/N: Title used is ‘Wait For It’


TBC?

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Chapter 428: Defining Daisy - Sequel to ‘Not Seeing Things’

Author's Notes: Drabble number 33 for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This one and the next one take a look at the scientific side of things. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Owen reports on his examination of Daisy.


Owen had taken charge of examining Daisy thoroughly. She’d been a very cooperative patient, unlike most of the team. Once everyone had gathered in the boardroom, he reported his findings.

“Scans confirm a young adult wallaby, female, with some minor Rift influenced genetic alterations, a mix of DNA fragments from seven different alien species, as well as dog, chimpanzee and approximately 0.4% human, resulting in slightly increased intelligence, opposable thumbs, and some empathic awareness from the alien bits. Basically, she’s a healthy, evolutionarily advanced wallaby, slightly smarter than a chimp, mentally and emotionally adapted to being precisely what she is.”


A/N: Title used is ‘Definitions’


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Chapter 429: One Giant Leap - Sequel to ‘Defining Daisy’

Author's Notes: My 34th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I wanted to post this yesterday with the previous one, but I didn't have enough time. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Owen explains evolution by Rift.


Tosh looked thoughtful.

“So, there’s nothing wrong with her?”

“Not a thing. Maybe Daisy was once a regular wallaby, but we’ll never know for sure. The Rift’s alterations are retroactive. When something becomes changed, if the result is viable, those changes ripple backwards through time so that what a creature becomes is what it’s always been. As far as Daisy’s concerned, she’s never been anything else. It’s natural to her. She’s not broken, she doesn’t need fixing; she’s simply made an evolutionary leap to become a more advanced wallaby. Without such leaps, we’d still be amoebae.”

That actually made sense.


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Leap’


TBC in ‘Tidy-Minded’

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Chapter 430: Tidy-Minded - Sequel to ‘One Giant Leap’

Author's Notes: My 35th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100, and we're back to the fun (I hope) after the scientific stuff. Have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE reverse fandom prompts? So many tempting titles to choose from...

Summary: Daisy has chosen her own role on the team.


Daisy, it seemed, had a mind of her own and did whatever she wanted to, which wasn’t as bad as it sounded. She appeared to be blessed with an abundance of common sense, unlike some of the human team, and derived a strange kind of satisfaction from keeping everything clean and tidy.

Ianto tried to keep a straight face, really he did, but the sight of Daisy, hands on ‘hips’, tutting over Owen’s untidiness as Owen stood there shuffling his feet like a naughty schoolboy was just too funny. Owen glared at him.

“Laugh it up, Tea Boy,” he snapped.


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Chapter 431: She Shoots, She Scores! - Sequel to ‘Tidy-Minded’

Author's Notes: Here we are, drabble number 36 for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

I'm running out of prompts that I can make work for this series, or my brain is running out of ideas. One or the other. I do have one more written, but in my head it skips forward a few years.

Summary: Daisy is really becoming one of the guys, at work and at play!


Much to everyone’s amusement, Daisy eagerly joined in the team’s favourite leisure activity. Watching a wallaby play basketball was an education.

Owen naturally complained that she had an unfair advantage, being able to bounce as well as the ball. Daisy just smiled and scored again, the ball rebounding off the backboard to drop neatly through the hoop.

Mickey whistled and cheered; after all, Daisy was on his team along with Ianto and Tosh, playing against Jack, Owen, Gwen and Andy.

“And the Rebound Girl scores again! We’re whipping your arses!”

Jack laughed.

“Now this is what I call team bonding!”


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Rebound Girl’


TBC?



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Chapter 432: The Torchwood Nannies

Author's Notes: My 37th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. This one is set a few years into the future from the previous one.

Summary: The Torchwood Team have the best Nannies in the universe.


Jack and Ianto watched Meriel and Gwen’s daughter Anwen playing happily under the watchful eyes of their Nannies.

“We really are lucky, aren’t we?” Jack said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Ianto.

“We really are. What other family has the services of such great Nannies?”

“No one on this planet, that’s for sure.”

Meriel was crawling all over Nosy, giggling happily while Anwen played a clapping game with Daisy.

George sat off to one side, rocking Tosh’s baby daughter in her cradle.

“It’s reassuring, knowing our kids are in good hands when we’re busy with work,” Tosh agreed.


The End

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Chapter 433: Adrift

Author's Notes: Here's my 38th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Jonah’s harrowing experiences after being taken by the Rift.


He’d been hardly more than a child that night, heading home from football practice, looking forward to a home-cooked meal. Next thing he’d known he was someplace else. He’d thought it must be hell.

How long he was there, he didn’t know. Time passed differently somehow. Day and night became meaningless concepts; there were only the flames and the burning. He thought sometimes, when he could think at all, that maybe he was slipping in and out of time.

Then the scream found him and he was trapped, one scream joining the next like links in an endless chain.

Forever.


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Chain Of Screaming’

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Chapter 434: Eternal Love

Author's Notes: My 39th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I still have two more written, and I might try to write another one later, maybe more than one. I'll just keep going until a new challenge comes along.

Summary: A little coda to my fic ‘Fixed Points’, but will stand alone just fine.


Since becoming immortal, Jack had found himself dreading the eternal life that stretched out before him. It had seemed an utterly bleak prospect, filled with nothing but loss and loneliness; he couldn’t imagine anything worse.

He’d taken to trying not to think beyond today; if he had to live forever, perhaps it would be easier to just take it one day at a time.

But now everything had changed. Thanks to the Doctor, he wasn’t the lone immortal; he was one of a pair.

He and Ianto were two halves of a whole, sharing a love that would last forever.


The End

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Chapter 435: Stories At Bedtime

Author's Notes: Drabble number 40 for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100! Not quite a record, there were more in the 'Drone' series, I think. Still, it's pretty good!

Summary: Jack tells Meriel a bedtime story, while Ianto watches.


Ianto loved watching Jack tell their daughter bedtime stories. Meriel gazed at her daddy, wide-eyed with excitement. A fluffy green creature lay coiled at the end of the bed, listening with equally rapt attention. Nosy loved Jack’s stories as much as Meriel did; Ianto had to admit he enjoyed them too.

“What happened then, Daddy?” Meriel asked breathlessly.

“Well now, just when all seemed lost, brave Captain Fluff arrived and quick as a wink, it tickled the evil alien so much he jumped into his spaceship and never came back.”

“Bravo Captain Fluff!” Meriel smiled sleepily. “Night, daddies.”

“Goodnight, Princess.”


The End


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Chapter 436: Unwelcome News

Author's Notes: My 41st drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I think I have another four written.

Spoilers: Tiny for Countrycide.

Summary: Jack gives the team some very unwelcome news.


A collective groan echoed around the boardroom as Jack uttered the team’s most dreaded phrase.

“Right everybody, dress casually, pack for a couple days, we’re going on a field trip!”

“How can he sound so bloody cheerful?” groused Owen. “Doesn’t he remember what happened on our last field trip? We almost ended up on the menu!”

“Yes, Owen,” Ianto butted in, “I’m sure none of us need reminding about that, thank you.”

“I’m just sayin’.”

“Well don’t.” Tosh shuddered.

“Don’t look so worried; we’re not camping this time! It’s a minor incident involving stranded, peaceful aliens. What could go wrong?”


TBC in ‘What Could Go Wrong?’

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Chapter 437: What Could Go Wrong? – Sequel to ‘Unwelcome News’

Author's Notes: My 42nd drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. Hopefully there will be a new challemge next week, this one is great but I've already used most of the best prompts, or at least the ones I can come up with ideas for.

Summary: Jack and Ianto find themselves in a bit of a predicament.


“What could go wrong?” Ianto muttered. “Why the bloody hell did you have to go and say that, Jack?”

“Would it help if I apologised?”

“Under the current circumstances? No.”

“Oh. I am sorry, though.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “I know, Jack. You always are. Unfortunately, your being sorry doesn’t make us any less LOST!”

“Maybe if we could spot a landmark…”

Ianto stopped dead. “Jack, look around us; we’re surrounded by trees. Nothing but trees. And I’m sorry, but they all look alike to me. We could be walking in circles for all I know.”

Jack sagged in defeat.


TBC in ‘No Harm Done’

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Chapter 438: No Harm Done – Sequel to ‘What Could Go Wrong?’

Author's Notes: My 43rd drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100. I do have two more written, but as I'm supposed to be going out tomorrow, they might not get posted until the next open round.

Summary: Jack and Ianto aren’t lost anymore, but where were they?


Ianto blinked, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. He was propped against the side of the SUV in broad daylight. Jack stood a few metres away, talking animatedly with Tosh, but much to Ianto’s bemusement, there wasn’t a tree in sight. Weird.

Alerted by Tosh, Jack spun around.

“Hey! Welcome back!”

“Huh? Back from where?”

“Umm, that thing the aliens gave us as a thank you gift? Tosh thinks it’s a sort of virtual reality game. We weren’t lost at all! See? No harm done!”

“Speak for yourself; I think I’ve got virtual blisters from all the walking,” Ianto grumbled.


The End

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Chapter 439: The Stopwatch

Author's Notes: Just in case I go out tomorrow and I’m not able to post before the current challenge ends, have another drabble – my 44th for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Prompt used is ‘Something Old’

Spoilers: Vague for They Keep Killing Suzie.

Summary: Ianto distracts himself by thinking about his stopwatch.


It was an antique, precision engineering at its most intricate, at least for the time in which it was made; cogs and springs and burnished metal, all combining to make as elegant a timepiece as had ever been invented.

Watches had come a long way since this one had been made, even passing through a phase of digital monstrosities, which Ianto considered abominations.

The stopwatch ticked on, second by second, measuring elapsed time rather than the time of day.

Ianto moaned in ecstasy.

He was sure it hadn’t been designed for the uses he and Jack were putting it to!


The End

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Chapter 440: Christmas Delivery

Author's Notes: My 45th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

A bit unseasonal, but that's how the bunnies bounce sometimes. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Christmas morning delivers an early gift.


In the early hours of Christmas morning, Tosh reached over to shake Owen.

“Owen, wake up!”

He stirred and rolled over, blinking blearily at his wife.

“Huh? Whassamatter? What time’s it?”

“I don’t know, after three I think.” Tosh gasped suddenly and groaned.

Owen was immediately alert and worried.

“Tosh?”

“I’m pretty sure that was a contraction. The baby’s coming.”

“What, now? But you’re not due until the New Year!”

“Tell that to your daughter, she doesn’t want to miss Christmas!”



Tosh was right; their baby wasn’t waiting around. As Christmas bells rang out, Lily Harper came into the world.


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘How Lily Stole Christmas’

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Chapter 441: Lunchtime Disaster

Author's Notes: Still no new prompt, so here's my 46th drabble for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100.

Summary: Jack is not happy.


Ianto handed out the team’s lunches then headed to the kitchenette to make coffee. It was a quiet day, so everyone was busy with their own projects.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for the coffee to brew and thinking ahead to his date with Jack that evening, Ianto’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud explosion, and Jack’s yell.

“Dammit, Owen! Put the Singularity Scalpel away! You exploded my lunch!” Jack stood in the middle of the Hub, clutching the remains of his meatball sub and looking annoyed. “I’d been looking forward to that all morning!”

“Oops!” Owen smirked unrepentantly.

The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Exploding Meatball Sub’

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Chapter 442: Cleanup Problems

Author's Notes: New Prompt! Here's my first drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100.

Summary: The Rift’s latest gift has created a cleanup dilemma for Ianto.


It hadn’t been an easy task, not by any stretch of the imagination. It had taken the entire team half the night, and a great deal of ingenuity, to drive the immense, lumbering beast across Bute Park and back through the Rift portal that had dumped it in Cardiff.

Considering how long the portal had remained open, they’d been lucky only one creature had found its way through.

Finally, they could begin cleanup.

Tosh would handle the CCTV, erasing visual evidence, but Ianto was flummoxed.

However would he explain away the mammoth footprints in Cardiff council’s freshly laid concrete footpaths?


The End

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Chapter 443: A Mammoth Problem

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. No idea if there will be any others, I'm out of ideas at the moment.

Summary: Ianto’s not letting Jack keep what’s come through the Rift this time!


Ianto paced back and forth, talking to Jack on comms., occasionally stopping to check something on the computers. He wished he was out there with the team, but someone had to remain behind to monitor the situation, especially since Tosh and Owen were taking time off with their new daughter.

“Jack! Jack, listen to me… No! We can’t keep the baby Mammoth! Baby Mammoths don’t stay little; they grow into bloody huge adult Mammoths! No! It would not make Myf feel more at home!”

Ianto groaned; he was getting a headache.

Why couldn’t it have been a puppy for once?


The End


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Chapter 444: Expert Opinion

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. I'm hoping to do at least one more.

Summary: Owen is called in by the police to investigate some mysterious remains.


Cardiff's police had got into the habit of calling Torchwood in for anything out of the ordinary; the mysterious organisation were experts when it came to weirdness. So, when strange bones were discovered while digging foundations for a new office block, their medical expert was asked for his opinion.

Dr Harper studied the bones carefully.

“Well, they’re not human.”

The police constable rolled his eyes.

“We guessed that much.”

Harper smirked.

“Judging by size and shape, I’d say early elephant. Maybe even Mammoth. Better call the Natural History Museum. They love old bones. Not our jurisdiction. Have a nice day.”


The End

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Chapter 445: Like Father, Like Daughter

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. Not what I was going to write next, but this idea popped into my head out of nowhere, so I wrote it.

Summary: Jack and Ianto take Meriel to the local summer fair.


Visiting the summer fair with two-year-old Meriel, Jack and Ianto decided to try their hand at some of the games.

Meriel cheered as Jack threw darts at balloons, trying to burst enough to win her a stuffed animal. Not that she needed more ‘teddies’.

Triumphantly handing his daughter a fluffy grey toy, Jack grinned.

“There you go, sweetheart, an elephant!”

Hugging the creature tightly, she shook her head.

“Mammoth!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep!”

Jack sighed.

“Two years old and she knows the difference between an elephant and a mammoth. She gets that from you!” he accused Ianto.

Ianto smiled proudly.


The End

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Chapter 446: Task Completed!

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100, and it’s one of those rare ‘100 words first try’ successes – Ianto would be so proud! =D

Summary: Ianto has finally done it!


Ianto set the last box on the final shelf and stepped back, dusting his hands off and smiling in satisfaction. It had taken him nearly two years of working every minute he could spare, but the mammoth task he’d begun when he first joined Torchwood Three was finally finished.

Every alien artefact and time-displaced object was labelled and in the correct place on the shelves, every paper report was cross-referenced, scanned into the computer system and properly filed. The archives were finally in order.

Grabbing a carefully hoarded bottle of champagne, he headed to find Jack; celebrations were in order.


The End

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Chapter 447: Monstrous Beastie

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. This is probably my last for this challenge, I don't have any other ideas.

Summary: Jack is confronted by something horrible and needs rescuing.


“IANTO!” Jack’s voice came through the comms., sounding more than a little panicked.

“Jack? What’s up?”

“I could really use your help here!”

“On my way.” Ianto drew his gun and set off at a run. “What is it?”

“Don’t know, but it’s big! No, huge, enormous, immense, massive, humongous, of mammoth proportions…”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture.” Ianto just hoped his handgun would be enough firepower to deal with this monster. He skidded to a halt beside Jack, looking around. “Where is it?”

“There,” Jack quavered, pointing.

Ianto looked and burst out laughing.

“Jack, it’s a stick insect!”


The End

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Chapter 448: Terrible Pun

Author's Notes: My seventh (and final) drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. This one’s a bit of a stretch. Apologies!

Summary: Gwen doesn’t get puns.


Over lunch, Gwen regaled the team with the tale of the moth that had got into her flat last night.

“It was horrible, fluttering around the lights, bumping into walls. I was scared it would get caught in my hair! It took Rhys nearly half an hour to catch it and put it outside. I really hate moths, especially the big ones, and that was the biggest one I’d ever seen. I’m not joking; it was huge!

“Maybe it was a mam-moth,” Ianto teased.

Gwen just looked at him, frowning.

“What?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Never mind, bad pun, sorry.”


The End

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Chapter 449: Owning Up – Sequel to ‘Mistaken’ (Chapter 336)

Author's Notes: A double drabble for serial blogger, who wanted a continuation of 'Mistaken'

Summary: Jack realises he’d better tell Ianto about the case of mistaken identity, before he finds out from Gareth.


Jack drove over to Rhiannon’s house with takeaway and a bottle of sparkling fruit juice, knowing Ianto wouldn’t drink alcohol while babysitting.

Ianto was delighted to have company, not to mention good food, so they ate their dinner before Jack decided he’d better own up to his earlier unfortunate encounter. Ianto was bound to find out anyway; if Jack didn’t tell him it would look like he was hiding something.

“I, um, ran into your cousin Gareth earlier; I thought he was you.” Jack blurted the words before he could change his mind.

Ianto promptly choked on his drink. When he finally stopped spluttering, he looked at Jack with a mixture of dread and avid curiosity.

“Oh God! What did you do this time?”

Jack tried not to look guilty, which was difficult under Ianto’s piercing gaze.

“Well, I… um, I might have groped him. Just a bit though. A very minor grope, more of a friendly squeeze really…” Jack trailed off, looking at Ianto worriedly.

Ianto was silent for a long moment, just staring at him, waiting.

Finally he spoke…

“And?”

Jack shifted uncomfortably.

“And that’s when he punched me.”

Ianto laughed so hard he fell off the sofa.

The End

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Chapter 450: A Merry Heatwave

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘A Merry Heatwave’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack decides there’s a bright side to be found to anything, if you look at it the right way.


Cardiff was sweltering in an unexpected, un-seasonal heatwave. It was so hot even the Weevils were keeping to the sewers, where it was cooler. The Rift was still spitting out random objects though, meaning the team couldn’t stay below ground in the relative cool of the Hub all the time.

They were all hot, tired and irritable as they trooped back to the SUV lugging the latest piece of Rift debris, part of a spaceship navigation system. It weighed a ton.

“When we get back, I’m taking a long, cold shower,” Ianto muttered.

Jack grinned.

Maybe things were looking up!

The End

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Chapter 451: Awkward Question - Sequel to ‘Owning Up’

Author's Notes: A double drabble for biancaruth, who wondered about Mica and David's reactions. I'm thinking David was probably upstairs playing computer games or listening to his iPod, but Mica likes being with her uncles, even when she's not supposed to be.

Summary: Small children can be counted on to ask awkward questions.


Hauling himself back onto the sofa, Ianto wiped tears of laughter from his eyes as Jack pouted at him.

“A little sympathy would’ve been nice.”

“You got what you deserved, Jack,” Ianto smirked. “I just wish I’d been there to see it.”

“If you’d been there it wouldn’t have happened,” Jack reminded him.

“That’s true I suppose. I wonder if Tosh could pull up the CCTV…”

“Don’t you dare!” Jack looked horrified at the very idea.

Before either of them could say anything else, they were interrupted by a small figure creeping up between them on the sofa.

“What’re you doing up, young lady? You should be asleep.”

“I’m not sleepy. Uncle Jack, what does ‘groping’ mean?” asked Mica.

Jack turned to Ianto, seeking help, but Ianto just shrugged.

"You're on your own with this one. You said it, you get to explain it."

“Um…” Jack wracked his brains for a child-friendly definition. “It sort of means feeling around for something, like if it’s dark and you can’t see.”

“Why did Uncle Gareth hit you?”

“Ah, I accidentally grabbed him in an uncomfortable place.”

“Oh. Did you say sorry?”

“Good question. Did you, Jack?”

“He hit me. I don’t remember.”


TBC?

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Chapter 452: Conversing Cousins - Sequel to ‘Awkward Question’

Author's Notes: Another double drabble for biancaruth. Not quite what Gareth thought about the encounter, but this is what I got when I tried to write that.

Summary: Ianto gets a phone call from his cousin.


It’s the morning after Jack’s awkward encounter with Ianto’s cousin, and Ianto’s fixing breakfast for the two of them when his phone rings.

“Jones.”

“Hey, Ianto!”

“Hey, Gar! Calling to tell me your side of the story?”

“I take it your friend told you what happened?”

“That you punched him for groping you on the street? Yep, he told me. Probably figured he’d get in less trouble that way.”

“Did it work?”

“More or less. When I finally stopped laughing.” Ianto was grinning again at the thought.

“When I told Gemma, she about fell off the sofa!”

“I did. Literally.”

“Bet that went down well.”

“You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a grown man pout.”

Gareth chuckled.

“So, you and him…?”

“Yeah.”

“How d’you put up with him?”

“Oh, he has his good points.”

Walking into the kitchen, Jack looked questioningly at Ianto.

“Your cousin?”

Ianto nodded.

“Don’t forget to tell him I’m amazing in bed!”

That earned him an eye roll.

“Did you hear that?”

Gareth was laughing.

“I heard. Is he for real?”

“Oh yeah,” Ianto sighed dreamily. “That’s why I put up with him. Trust me, it’s not an idle boast.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”


The End


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Chapter 453: Warm Bodies

Author's Notes: Written For: mahmfic’s prompt ‘Warm Bodies’

Spoilers: Vague for Small Worlds and CoE (Characters only).

Summary: Jack only wanted another warm body and some fun.


Jack had spent most of his time on earth hopping from one warm body to the next, never getting attached, never getting involved. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, have some fun and get gone before they started expecting him to stay. That was how it had to be.

He’d stayed too long with Estelle; leaving had been almost unbearable.

For a while with Lucia, he’d almost let himself believe having a family was possible. Then it fell apart.

He’d vowed never again, but somehow this man had broken through his defences.

Ianto Jones could never be just another warm body.

The End

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Chapter 454: Lot Number 8

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Lot Number 8’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Items of alien origin turn up in the oddest places.


The Rift had existed for many years, happily dropping strange bits and pieces on an unsuspecting Cardiff. Torchwood did their best to collect everything, but even so, there would always be the occasional item that slipped through unnoticed.

One of Ianto’s favourite tasks was to check the various places such items might come up for sale; today, he was at a local auction, having spotted a suspect lot in their latest catalogue.

Lot Number 8 was described as an old-fashioned flatiron, but was really an alien data-storage device. Ianto smiled and raised his paddle. Tosh was going to love it!

The End

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Chapter 455: Fulfilment

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Doin' What She Likes’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: For Fragments. Set pre-series.

Summary: Tosh finds fulfilment working for Torchwood.



Tosh knew Jack worried about the hours she put in. Ever since he’d rescued her from the UNIT prison, he’d been trying to persuade her to take time off, have fun, live a little. But she felt exposed on the streets of Cardiff without him, as if UNIT might swoop in and drag her back to her cell.

Besides, she loved being in the Hub, surrounded by Mainframe’s soothing hum, studying alien artefacts and technology. What was there out in the world that could better the feeling her job gave her?

She was doing what she liked best of all.

The End

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Chapter 456: Father’s Day

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Variations on a Theme of Father's Day’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Mild for most of the show, including CoE (vague references to characters only).

Summary: Father’s Day means something different for each of the team.


Father’s Day means different things to different people.

Gwen took the day off to visit her parents. It was always a special day for her; she loved her dad and knew he adored her.

Tosh made time to phone her father, wishing him a happy day.

Owen ignored the whole thing. He’d never known his father anyway.

For Ianto, it was a day of conflicting emotions. As a small child, his dad had been his hero, but as he’d grown older, their relationship had been soured by alcohol-fuelled bitterness.

And Jack? He thought of his daughter and felt only regret.


The End

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Chapter 457: Nostalgia

Author's Notes: For fanbot’s prompt ‘70's fashions’.

Summary: Jack didn’t always dress the way he does now…


Sprawled on the sofa, Jack and Ianto leafed through some old photos Ianto had found in the archives.

“Ah, nostalgia!” Jack sighed. “I remember those days well.”

“What the hell are you wearing there? It’s hideous!”

“Hey! They were very popular in the seventies. Everyone was wearing them.”

Ianto stared at him in disbelief. Jack shrugged.

“You had to be there.”

“Thankfully, I wasn’t born yet!”

“Pity. You would have looked cute in a leisure suit.”

That earned Jack a glare.

“Over my dead body! I have good taste.”

Jack kissed him.

“You do taste good!”

“Not what I meant!”

The End

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Chapter 458: Rainstorm

Author's Notes: For star54kar’s prompt ‘Rainstorm’.

Summary: Jack and Ianto are stuck in the SUV during a rainstorm.


Torrential rain pounded the SUV’s roof, so loud it would have been deafening if Ianto weren’t in the habit of carrying earplugs everywhere. As it was, Jack could only hear a distant rumble.

He watched the sheets of rain sweeping across the road, driven by near gale force winds. The weather across the whole of Britain was some of the worst he’d ever seen. Between the rain and the leaden clouds, visibility was so bad he’d been forced to pull off the road to wait it out.

Warm inside the SUV, Ianto asleep beside him, Jack didn’t mind at all.

The End

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Chapter 459: Greeting Lily – Sequel to ‘Christmas Delivery’

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 316 – Reverse Fandom – How I Met Your Mother at tw100, although this one is too late to post for that challenge. I was going to save it for the next open round, but I decided to post it now while people still vaguely remember 'Christmas Delivery' (Chapter 440).

This is another one that came out at 100 words first try! I’ve lost count of how many that is! Prompt at the end.

Summary: The new parents are captivated by their baby daughter.


Sitting up in bed, cradling their newborn daughter, Tosh couldn’t take her eyes off her baby’s face.

“I can’t believe she’s really here,” she murmured, voice filled with wonder.

“She’s beautiful, she looks just like you.” Owen’s voice was hardly more than a whisper, as if he was afraid to disturb the magical scene. After a moment’s thought, he added, “Probably a good thing she doesn’t look like me.”

“Oh, but she does!” Tosh insisted. “She has your chin. And your ears!”

“You think so?”

Tosh nodded.

The baby yawned, opening brown eyes.

“Hello, Lily. We’re your mum and dad!”


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘Mom And Dad’


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Chapter 460: Royal Invitation

Author's Notes: For star54kar. Prompt at the end.

I got the idea for this one from reading cjulina’s brilliant drabble ‘Formal Attire’.

Summary: Jack manages to shock the team again.


Jack was chatting with the team about his and Ianto’s invitation to Royal Ascot.

“Ianto’s going in his birthday suit,” he informed them cheerfully.

Gwen immediately choked on her coffee, while Tosh eyed Ianto appraisingly with a sly grin.

Ianto just shook his head in despair.

“I worry about you lot sometimes. I’m wearing the suit Jack gave me for my birthday, not going in the nude.”

“Thank God,” said Owen, “I can do without those mental images.”

“I can’t attend nude,” Ianto continued blithely, “I’d have nowhere to put my betting slips.”

Gwen promptly choked on her coffee again.


The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘Birthday suit’

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Chapter 461: Camping

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Happy Camping’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: For Cyberwoman.

Summary: Lisa had loved camping.


Ianto had never liked camping, but Lisa loved it. Every weekend they had off from Torchwood, she’d load the tent in her car and drag him to a campsite somewhere. He always went along without complaint because he loved her and wanted to make her happy. If that meant doing something he disliked, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

As Annie spoke of his and Lisa’s last camping trip, Ianto’s heart ached at the memories her words evoked. He wished he could take Lisa camping one more time. Even though he’d hated it, he’d never been happier.

The End

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Chapter 462: A Sight To Behold

Author's Notes: For red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Sweat’

Summary: Jack watches Ianto, working in the archives.


Standing in the shadows, Jack watched Ianto. Jacket and tie off, shirtsleeves rolled above his elbows, he was shifting heavy boxes, stacking them for sorting. His top three shirt buttons were undone, revealing damp wisps of chest hair; sweat glistened on his face.

As Jack watched, a bead of sweat trickled down the back of Ianto’s neck, disappearing beneath his collar. Licking his lips, Jack longed to lap it up and taste Ianto, salty on his tongue.

He was broken from his reverie by an amused voice.

“You going to lurk there all day or lend a hand?”

Caught! Damnit!

The End

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Chapter 463: Just Us

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘We Were Us’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. I wrote this one backwards. I knew the ending I wanted, so I started there.

Summary: Jack enjoys a day of freedom from Torchwood, with Ianto by his side.


Hand in hand with Ianto, strolling along the beach, barefoot and enjoying the sunshine, I felt at peace. These were the days I lived for.

Tomorrow, we’d be back at work, protecting Cardiff from the flotsam and jetsam of the universe with no idea what we’d be facing next. It could be anything from a full-scale invasion by hostile aliens to an assortment of odd socks; the Rift was unpredictable enough that anything was possible.

But for now, we weren’t Captain Jack Harkness and Torchwood’s general support officer; we were just us, Jack and Ianto, enjoying a rare day off.

The End

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Chapter 464: Birdsong

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘birds’

Summary: Ianto relaxes, listening to the birds singing.


Ianto lay flat on his back in the grass, listening to birdsong.

A skylark, so high above him it was almost invisible, trilled its sweet song while swifts swooped low across the meadow, shrilling their call and snatching up the insects buzzing around him.

In a copse a short distance away, he could hear crows and magpies squabbling, a dove cooing. Nearer to hand, in the hedgerow a few metres away, the ticking of a robin sounded surprisingly loud.

All was silent, except for the birds.

The aliens were long gone.

He hoped Jack would come and untie him soon.

The End

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Chapter 465: No Worries

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Ain't Worried About Nothin'’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto gets an accidental dose of an alien substance.


Despite all their precautions, the odd-looking pod that had fallen through the Rift had exploded unexpectedly, splitting the containment unit it had been placed in and showering Ianto with a fine black powder, sending him into a sneezing fit.

Owen had hurriedly scooped up a sample of the powder for analysis, concerned about what effect it might have on the Welshman.

Ianto wasn’t worried though. Not about anything. Everything was good. Better than good, really. He grinned goofily at Jack.

“You’re all sparkly!”

“And you’re high as a kite!”

Owen made a mental note to sample the powder himself later.

The End

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Chapter 466: Personal Grooming

Author's Notes: For lexxiescott.

Summary: Jack comes across a sight he’s not expecting.


Hearing the vacuum cleaner running, Jack headed down to the boardroom, hoping to sneak up on Ianto for a crafty grope, but the sight that met his eyes wasn’t at all what he expected.

Ianto was there, but what on earth was he doing?

“Run it lightly along, head end to tail end, smooth strokes… That’s right, you’re getting the hang of it now!”

Jack shook himself and cleared his throat.

“Ianto? Care to explain?”

“Just teaching Nosy to use the vacuum cleaner.”

”On itself?”

“Gets rid of all those loose hairs.”

“Of course it does. What was I thinking?”


The End

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Chapter 467: A Bit Tied Up? - Sequel to ‘Birdsong’

Author's Notes: For everyone who wondered how Ianto got tied up and what Jack would do when he found him. Probably not what you were expecting, sorry! This ended up as a triple drabble.

Summary: Ianto’s missing, so Jack goes in search of him.


The aliens had been rounded up and sent on their way, their contraband confiscated; they wouldn’t be back. It had been a surprisingly successful mission, everything had gone smoothly, except for one thing; Ianto seemed to be missing. He’d been sent to the other side of the copse to prevent the aliens slipping out that way, had contacted Jack to say he was in position, but hadn’t been heard from since. Sending the rest of the team back to the SUV, Jack set off in search of his missing Welshman.

Twenty minutes later, he rounded a hedge and there was Ianto, stretched out on his back in the sunshine, looking quite peaceful, considering.

“Ianto?”

“Jack! Finally! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been lying here?”

“Not really. What exactly are you doing? We could’ve used your help.”

“What am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing? The aliens tied me up!”

“Ah. Well, no, actually they didn’t.”

“What are you talking about? Of course they…” Ianto trailed off as he realised something.

“Oh. That’s weird. I was tied up a minute ago.”

“Um, no, you weren’t. You only thought you were. That’s interesting.” Jack sat down beside him as Ianto sat up.

“Why’s it interesting?”

“Those particular aliens have some rudimentary telepathic powers, just enough to project a pretty convincing illusion. But it only works if the target has psychic abilities. I can see I’m going to have to teach you to block telepathic projections.”

“I’m psychic?”

Jack nodded.

“What about the rest of the team?”

“Oh, they don’t need training. Not a trace of psychic ability in any of them. I didn’t think you had either, but I guess I was wrong!” Jack beamed at Ianto proudly. “You never cease to surprise me, Mr Jones!”


The End

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Chapter 468: The Loser

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘When I Was Your Man’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Exit Wounds compliant.

Summary: John wanted to win Jack back, but he just drove his former lover further away. He only has himself to blame.


John kept hidden, watching the ragged remains of Jack’s team lay their friends to rest.

He was mostly to blame for their losses. He’d let himself get conned, all because he’d wanted to return Jack’s lost brother to him; maybe win Jack back in the process. By the time he’d realised he was being played, he was trapped, a bomb bonded to his arm, compelled to help Gray carry out his insane vendetta.

Once upon a time, Jack would’ve turned to John for comfort; now Eye Candy had taken his place.

There was nothing left for him here.

He’d lost.

The End

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Chapter 469: Precious Memories

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Treasure’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Little things can mean a lot.


Often it’s the little, seemingly worthless things that people treasure the most.

A pressed flower Katie had worn in her hair on Owen’s first date with her.

A beer mat Owen had scrawled ‘Happy Birthday, Tosh, Love from Owen xx’ on when the team had gone out to celebrate her birthday.

The ticket stubs from the concert Gwen and Rhys had been to the night he asked her to move in with him.

A post-it note Jack had left on Ianto’s coffee machine one morning, that just said ‘You make me happy.’

Precious memories are worth far more than gold.

The End

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Chapter 470: Overdue

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100. This was the obvious first choice for the new prompt.

Summary: Gwen is tired of being pregnant.


“Mornin’, sweetheart,” Rhys greeted Gwen as she waddled into the kitchen. “How’re you today?”

“How am I? I’m two weeks overdue and I feel like a bloody beached whale, that’s how I am!” Gwen groaned, easing herself down into a chair. She was exhausted and it was a waste of time trying to find a comfortable position because there wasn’t one.

“Can’t be much longer now, love,” Rhys reassured her, handing her a cup of tea.

“I’ll tell you right now, Rhys Williams, this baby is going to be an only child. No way am I goin’ through this again!”


The End

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Chapter 471: Late Return - Prequel to ‘After Hours Visit’

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100. I think I have a couple more ideas.

Summary: Jack needs Ianto’s help, but not for the usual reasons.


Jack cornered Ianto in the archives, looking desperate.

“Ianto, I need your help tonight. I have to break into the library.”

“Why?”

“I just found a book I forgot to return. It’s kinda overdue, I don’t want to get fined.”

“Suck it up, Jack; we all have to pay to pay our fines, why can’t you?”

“This book is really overdue, and the new librarian scares me.” Jack made puppy dog eyes.

“Exactly how overdue are we talking here?”

“Umm, 73 years?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Only you. Fine, I’ll help. But if we’re caught, you can do the explaining!”

TBC in 'After Hours Visit' (Chapter 298)


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Chapter 472: Facing A Long Wait

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100. Thanks to ‘I Love Janto’ for the idea for this one!

Spoilers: Jack’s section of Fragments.

Summary: Jack’s got a long wait ahead of him.


“The century will turn twice before you find each other again,” the Tarot girl tells him.

Her words hit Jack like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that almost takes his breath away. More than a hundred years before he’ll find his Doctor again? How will he bear it, existing day to day for another century? He already feels he’s lived too long.

But what choice does he have? None whatsoever if he’s honest, he’s waited so long, giving up isn’t an option. One day the Doctor will come and then he’ll finally get some long overdue answers.

The End

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Chapter 473: Act Of Mercy

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

Spoilers: For Cyberwoman.

Summary: Lisa’s final end was long overdue.


Lisa was gone.

If he was brutally honest with himself, Ianto had suspected she was gone long before the team had killed her. From the moment the conversion had started, the cyber implants had been chipping away at her mind, her personality, everything that made her human. They’d gradually consumed Lisa, leaving behind only a shell inhabited by a soulless, emotionless mockery of the warm and wonderful woman he’d loved.

But he couldn’t let her go.

Instead of hating his colleagues, he should be thanking them for doing what he should have done months ago; they’d finally ended her suffering.


The End


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Chapter 474: Taking A Break

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

Summary: It’s been a very long day for Jack and Ianto.


Jack and Ianto’s long day of saving the world yet again from invading aliens had ended with them hunting a rogue weevil in the early hours. Trailing back to the Hub, battered and bloody, they dumped Cyril the new Weevil in a cell across from Janet and dragged themselves to the kitchenette for a revivifying cup of coffee before showering.

Slumped on the sofa sipping the heavenly brew, Ianto looked at Jack and sighed.

“We should take a few days off, let the rest of the team deal with everything. We’re long overdue for a holiday.”

“Sounds good to me!”


The End


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Chapter 475: Honoured

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

Summary: It’s a proud day for Ianto!


Dressed in his finest suit, Ianto proudly watched his husband as Jack stepped up and knelt before the King. The whole day was surreal, almost like a dream.

Torchwood and the purpose for its existence were common knowledge now, ever since an alien race had made peaceful first contact with humanity three years earlier.

Now, Jack was finally to get the recognition he deserved for all he had done over his many years of service to the crown, defending Earth. He was here to receive a Knighthood in the King’s New Year’s Honours.

Ianto thought it really was about time!


The End

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Chapter 476: Happy Belated Birthday, Ianto

Author's Notes: Because I didn’t get anything written in time for Ianto’s Birthday this year, here’s a slightly belated offering. Happy Birthday, Ianto Jones!

Summary: Ianto’s birthday falls at a bad time for the team.


Ianto’s birthday went by practically un-remarked due to an insanely overactive Rift, several invasion attempts, five time-displaced people and a party of alien tourists who caused mass panic among the locals. The others wished him a happy birthday when their paths happened to cross, but that was it.

Ianto understood, but it was still something of a letdown.

Weeks later, when things finally settled down, Jack called Ianto to the boardroom.

As he stepped through the door, the whole team chorused “Happy Birthday, Ianto!”

There were decorations, gifts, even a cake!

“Better late than never, right?” Jack grinned.

Ianto agreed!


The End



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Chapter 477: Suspension - Sequel to ‘Act Of Mercy’

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

Spoilers: Sort of for Cyberwoman.

Summary: Jack gives Ianto four weeks off.


In all the official paperwork, Ianto knew his time off would be referred to as a four-week suspension, but that was just to comply with protocol. Jack had explained it to him rather differently.

“I know you’d probably prefer to work, but you need time to come to terms with your loss and to grieve. Besides, the rest of the team could use the breathing space, so I’m putting you on compassionate leave. You have family locally, don’t you? Go visit them.”

That was a good idea. He hadn’t seen Rhi since returning to Cardiff. A visit was long overdue.


The End

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Chapter 478: Historic Moment

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

I’m not too sure if this one really works, but I did the best I could with the idea I had.

Summary: It’s a day that will go down in history.


Jack and Ianto sprawled on their sofa, eating dinner while watching the evening news, something they seldom got to do; it made a pleasant change. Not that the news was universally good or anything, but still…

“This is an historic day,” Jack told Ianto. “Someday we’ll tell our grandkids exactly where we were when we first heard the news.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jack gestured at the TV as the newscaster announced the vote had been passed to allow same sex couples to marry.

“Finally! This is the day that marks humanity’s first step towards long overdue full equality.”


The End

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Chapter 479: At Long Last!

Author's Notes: My tenth drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100.

Summary: It’s taken Owen a long, long time to get around to something he should have done years ago…


Tosh could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She looked at Owen uncertainly.

“I’m sorry, Owen, would you mind repeating that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“Oh, um, well, I said, uh, I was just wondering, would you like to have dinner with me Friday night? Provided the Rift doesn’t fuck everything up and the world’s not ending, I mean. Unless you have other plans. Shit, I’m useless at this! I knew I’d...”

“Owen,” Tosh broke in, “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

“You would? Really?”

Tosh nodded, smiling.

“I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”


The End


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Chapter 480: Ianto Is Late!

Author's Notes: My eleventh drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100. I don't have any more written, I need more ideas!

Summary: Where’s Ianto? He’s late for work!


Jack paced his office, worry creasing his forehead. Ianto was late. Ianto was never late! He paced some more, checked his watch again. How long overdue did someone have to be before it was acceptable to send out a search party?

Something must have happened; otherwise he would’ve phoned to say he’d been delayed. Maybe he had phoned! Jack checked his phone was on. Of course it was. No missed calls either. He went back to pacing.

Finally, the cog door rolled back.

“You’re late!”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Only by seven minutes, Jack!”

“Where were you? I was worried!”


The End

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Chapter 481: Harvest’s End

Author's Notes: I managed to squeeze out one more drabble for Challenge 318 – Long Overdue at tw100, but it’ll probably be my last, I’m out of ideas unless anyone has a suggestion or two. Still, twelve is a pretty good score, I’m happy with that!

Spoilers: Countrycide.

Summary: Torchwood brings a hideous crime spree to its end.


They’d come all the way to the Brecon Beacons, hoping to solve the mystery of lone travellers going missing without a trace. Even though the area was far beyond the reach of the Rift, they’d automatically assumed that aliens were somehow involved; they couldn’t have been more wrong.

How long had this band of cannibals been preying on the unwary? How many generations of these inbred ghouls had been treating their fellow humans as cattle, a convenient source of food?

Well, no more. Long overdue it might be, but these monsters would finally get what they deserved for their crimes.


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Chapter 482: Babysitting Blues

Author's Notes: Written for jsks’s prompt ‘Helping Tosh babysit’.

Set about a month before my drabble ‘Christmas Delivery’. I forgot I’d written this, it’s been lurking amongst a bunch on drabbles waiting to be posted.

Summary: Tosh is stuck babysitting her friends’ children.


Tosh, heavily pregnant with her and Owen’s first child, had been lumbered with babysitting duty because Jack claimed it would be good practice for her.

Anwen was three and into everything, while Meriel, at ten months, was alternating between high-speed crawling and rather precarious attempts at walking, all of which was making Tosh feel rather frazzled.

Just as she was beginning to wonder if she’d be able to cope with looking after her own child, due in less than two months, help arrived.

Settled on the playroom couch, sipping tea, Tosh could finally relax.

Fluffs, it seemed, made excellent babysitters!

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Chapter 483: Nightmares

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Wake Me Up’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: He’s haunted by nightmares every time he closes his eyes.


He’d witnessed so much horror in his life, only to relive it every night in his dreams. He’d seen friends and loved ones die while he continued on, fought aliens whose only goal was to destroy humanity, seen the very worst things humans could do to each other. It was bitter irony that he couldn’t even escape the memories in sleep.

As horrific visions woke him, wild-eyed in the darkness, heart racing, he found himself wrapped in a warm embrace.

“Just a bad dream. You’re safe, go back to sleep.”

In his lover’s arms, he found sanctuary from his nightmares.


The End


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Chapter 484: Unbelievable

Author's Notes: For fanbot’s prompt "Won't you tell me what you want, what you really really want."

Summary: They have everything – or do they?


Even in his wildest dreams, Ianto had never imagined so many flavours of ice cream existed. Jack had told him this shop sold every flavour in the universe; judging by the list, he was right.

Choosing wouldn’t be easy, but Ianto Jones never backed down from a challenge.

After carefully considering different combinations, he made his choice.

“I’ll have the triple chocolate fudge choc chip coffee ripple, please. What are you having, Jack?”

Turning, he found Jack staring at the list, a devastated expression on his face.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

Jack gave a despairing wail.

“They don’t have vanilla!”


The End

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Chapter 485: Rampage

Author's Notes: For a Guest’s prompt ‘What about the fluffs with the kids? how much trouble could that be . . . .’

Summary: Normally the Fluffs keep the kids out of trouble, but not this time…


Stepping into the Hub after a retrieval mission, the team were confronted by chaos. Children and Fluffs were hurtling about, laughing, screaming, humming, knocking into things and sending them flying, adding to the mess they’d already created.

Tosh stood by her desk, wringing her hands helplessly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she wailed, “I was working on a new programme, they got into the cookies and ate the lot while I wasn’t paying attention!”

“Wonderful, now the little monsters are hyped on sugar! Just what we need,” grumbled Owen.

“Lighten up, Owen. One of those monsters is yours,” Ianto reminded him.


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Chapter 486: Withdrawal Symptoms

Author's Notes: Written for dailyprompt 11-01-2014: ‘out of coffee’.

Summary: It’s never a good thing when the coffee runs out, but some occasions are worse than others.


Getting stuck in the Hub during lockdown hadn’t seemed a problem at first. It was just the two of them since the rest of the team were out on a retrieval and it was nice having the place to themselves for once. Even the Rift was quiet; only one alert which the others easily dealt with.

But twenty hours into a forty-eight hour lockdown, they’d run out of coffee. Ianto’s behaviour had been getting steadily more erratic ever since.

Headaches, mood swings, irritability… Ianto going through caffeine withdrawal was no fun at all.

Now Jack was suffering from Ianto withdrawal.

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Chapter 487: Sock Trouble

Author's Notes: Written for dailyprompt 30-12-13: ‘the significance of socks’. This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: Ianto’s having sock trouble.


Ianto was somewhat perturbed to realise he couldn’t find a pair of socks. Or put more accurately, he couldn’t find a pair of his own socks. There were socks aplenty, his sock drawer was half full of them, but all of them were Jack’s.

“Jack, where the hell are all my socks?”

“In your sock drawer?”

“No, those would be your socks.”

“Socks are socks, can’t you just wear a pair of mine?”

“No. Yours are too thick; my shoes won’t go on over them. I can’t believe I’ve run out of socks! I didn’t think I was that far behind with the laundry.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologising.”

“I’ve just been grabbing the first pair of socks I find every morning. Didn’t think it mattered.”

“You’ve been wearing my socks?”

“Well, yeah. Isn’t that what people do when they live together? Wear each other’s clothes?

“Not their socks!”

“Oh.” Jack reached for his foot, “Do you want this pair back then?”

Ianto looked horrified.

“Not when you’ve been wearing them!”

“What’s wrong with that? My feet have been intimate with yours plenty of times.”

“Good point. Give ‘em here. And wear your own socks in future!”

“Yes dear.”


The End


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Chapter 488: Tug Of War

Author's Notes: For fanbot’s prompt, ‘Myfanwy vs. ...’

Summary: Jack is no match for Myfanwy...


Jack pulled at his sock with all his strength, leaning backwards to get leverage with his bare feet against the cement floor. The sock stretched to a ridiculous length but Myfanwy refused to let go; she had a good grip on the toe and it took little effort for her to hold on. Jack, however, was puffing and panting, straining every muscle.

Leaning against the railings, Ianto chucked. Something would have to give soon, and it wouldn’t be Myf.

“It’s your own fault, Jack. I warned you not to toss your clothes everywhere. You’re lucky she only got your sock!”

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Chapter 489: Earnshaw Strikes Again

Author's Notes: I said I wanted to post 250 drabbles this year – well, here it is, number 250! Not that I have any plans on stopping now, I just thought people might like to know.

For the prompt ‘Earnshaw Strikes Again’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one ended up as a triple drabble.

Summary: Some people are magnets for trouble; others just attract the weird.


Perry Earnshaw had become a minor nuisance to Torchwood since he’d first arrived in Cardiff three years earlier. It wasn’t that he was a bad person; he just seemed to be a magnet for anything alien in his vicinity.

Even that wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t also been impossible to Retcon. They’d tried the first couple of times, but it just didn’t take. The only solution each time was to convince him that he didn’t see what he thought he saw.

On the plus side, he wasn’t terribly bright and seemed to believe anything he was told.




So, when Ianto informed him that there were worrying readings coming from Earnshaw’s home, which Torchwood kept under permanent surveillance, for obvious reasons, Jack wasn’t too concerned.

That lasted until the team arrived at Earnshaw’s modest little cottage and saw what was causing the latest disturbance.

There was a small spaceship parked in his back garden, surrounded by fuzzy aliens that resembled dish mops on legs. Perry was sitting cross-legged on the lawn, chatting to them.

Owen groaned.

“The curse of Earnshaw strikes again. How do we handle this?”

Perry looked up and smiled.

“Hi, guys! Look what I found!”




The aliens had been pulled off course by the Rift and needed some assistance re-calibrating their systems to compensate for the distortion effect it caused. Tosh was happy to help while Perry served tea and biscuits to everyone.

“Mr Earnshaw, about what you’ve seen here…” Jack started.

Perry just waved his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it, they’re just aliens. Get a lot of them here in Cardiff, more than where I used to live. They’re no trouble. Anything I should know?”

“Uh, no. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“No point, nobody would believe me. It’s our secret.”

And he winked.


The End


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Chapter 490: Bond In Cardiff

Author's Notes: This is for angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Ianto meets James Bond’. It ended up being a quadruple drabble.

Summary: Ianto and Torchwood get an unexpected and very famous visitor thanks to the Rift.


The man in the tuxedo smiled and extended his hand towards Tosh.

“The name’s…”

“Bond,” said Ianto, approaching the two. “James Bond, 007 to be precise.”

Bond raised an eyebrow.

“How do you know that? Who are you? And where exactly am I?”

“Ianto Jones, at your service. Sorry to have to tell you this, Mr Bond, but you’ve fallen through a Rift in time and space into an alternate universe.”

“Seriously?”

Ianto nodded.

“Afraid so. In our universe, you’re a fictional character.”

Bond frowned.

“Fictional? As in…?”

“Novels and a popular movie series.”

Bond looked mildly perturbed,

“How odd.”


oOo


“Well, that explains the bright light and rough landing. Q has always insisted alternate universes exist, if only he could discover how to access them. The old boy will turn green with envy when I…” He trailed off. “He’ll never know, will he? This is confoundedly inconvenient; I was in the middle of a rather urgent assignment, now I’m stuck in… Where did you say this is?”

“Cardiff. Don’t worry, we’ll get you home, Miss Sato here is a genius, our version of Q you might say.”

Bond took Tosh’s hand, kissing it.

“Enchanted to make your acquaintance.”

Tosh blushed.


oOo


At the Hub, Bond met Jack and was subjected to his best flirting.

“Is he always like that?” Bond asked Ianto.

“No, he’s usually much worse.”

“How do you put up with it?”

“I threaten him with decaf.”

Bond sipped his coffee appreciatively.

“Yes, I can see how that would be effective.”

Gwen was star-struck, giggling and blushing at Bond’s comments. Owen was his usual grumpy self.

“Interesting people you work with.”

“Don’t let appearances fool you, they’re actually quite competent.”

“That’s comforting to know,” Bond commented dryly.

“Tosh will call when we’re needed. Meanwhile, let me show you around.”


oOo


Bond found the tour fascinating.

“I wonder if my universe has a Torchwood.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me at all. I wonder if I work for Torchwood there.”

“If you don’t, I intend to have you employed at MI5.”

“You’re too kind, Mr Bond,” Ianto smirked.

“Think nothing of it, Mr Jones.”

Just then, Tosh called them over.

“Rift spike in fifteen. You’ll just have time to return to your arrival point.”

.....


In the alleyway, Bond shook Ianto’s hand.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Jones.”

“Likewise. Safe trip, Mr Bond.”

With that, Bond stepped into the Rift portal, and vanished.


The End

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Chapter 491: Letters Home

Author's Notes: New prompt! So, here's my first drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100!

Summary: Jack gives Tosh a gift beyond price.


Jack agrees to the conditions for Tosh’s release without any real intention of sticking to them; what UNIT doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

He’s instructed to allow only limited contact with her family via postcards, but the first thing he gives Tosh is an elegant and expensive set of the finest stationery. The paper is pale lilac, thick but supple, the envelopes delicate ivory. It seems almost a crime to mar them with writing.

Tosh does so anyway, writing long letters in Japanese, the kanji flowing from her brush with increasing fluidity as she practices.

She can’t thank Jack enough.


The End

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Chapter 492: At A Standstill

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s seriously delayed on his way back from London.


Ianto hated traffic jams. He didn’t know what was causing the hold-up, but he’d been stuck on the motorway returning from London for almost thirty minutes; all lanes were at a standstill. It was maddening; he’d already witnessed several incidences of road rage, but wasn’t about to succumb to the frustration himself. Instead, he pulled out his phone and called Jack.

“Sorry, cariad, I’m going to be late, I’m stuck in traffic.” He glanced at the stationary cars surrounding him and sighed.

“I know a way to pass the time,” Jack replied.

“No, Jack, we’re not having phone sex!”

“Spoilsport.”


The End

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Chapter 493: Requesting Supplies

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100.

Summary: Jack needs some office supplies.


“Ianto!” Jack called.

“Yes, sir?” The voice came from right behind him, making Jack jump.

“Oh, there you are. I’ve run out of printer paper.”

“Probably because you’ve been making paper aeroplanes. I’ll fetch you some more, shall I?”

“If it’s no trouble. And some post-its, black biros and paperclips?” Jack looked hopeful.

“Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s all, thanks.”

“You could just get them yourself. You know where the stationery cupboard is, don’t you?”

Jack looked blank.

“We have a stationery cupboard?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Of course. Where’d you think I get all this?”

“Um, the shops?”


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Chapter 494: Puzzling Problem

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100.

Summary: The Rift has outdone itself.


According to Tosh, whatever had come through the Rift was big, heavy and stationary; that was all she could determine from the Hub, so Jack, Ianto and Owen had gone to investigate. Now they stood staring at their new acquisition and wondering what the hell they were going to do with it.

Jack was the first to speak.

“It’s a nice bridge. Very well made.”

“Not much use in the middle of a field though, is it?” said Ianto.

“I dunno,” Owen smirked. “Maybe the sheep will enjoy it.”

“How do we explain it to the farmer?”

“Drunken student prank?”


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Chapter 495: Ianto’s In Demand

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100. I have three more written and another one planned.

Summary: Gwen wants Ianto’s help. Again.


Ianto was chatting with Jack when Gwen sheepishly approached.

“Ianto? Sorry to bother you, but I need your help if you’re not busy…”

Ianto sighed.

“Again? Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Thanks so much, you’re a love!” Gwen bounced away happily.

“Aren’t you pleased she values your opinion?” Jack teased, laughing.

“It’s not my opinion that matters! I’ll be right back.”

OoOoO

“What was it this time?” Jack asked on Ianto’s return.

“She wanted my advice on wedding stationery. I’m considering getting business cards printed: Ianto Jones, Wedding Coordinator. At least then I could charge her for my services!”


The End


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Chapter 496: Hell On Earth

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100. This one's kinda dark and grim. Sorry.

Summary: Ianto will use any means possible to avoid detection during the Battle of Canary Wharf.

Spoilers: Cyberwoman


Unmoving, still as death, motionless, Ianto shut his eyes and prayed to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in anymore. Hell had come to earth, complete with blood and flames and the screaming of souls in torment.

The air stank of smoke and burning flesh, the stench almost choking him and he tried not to breathe as heavy metallic footsteps approached his hiding place. By some miracle, they passed by, the metal monsters apparently unaware that an unconverted, living human lay among the bodies of the slaughtered.

As the robots departed, he finally moved. He had to find Lisa.


The End


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Chapter 497: Cupboard Hunt - Sequel to ‘Requesting Supplies’

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100. There will be two more parts to this.

Summary: Jack goes hunting for the stationery cupboard..


Jack really hadn’t been aware that the Hub housed an actual stationery cupboard, but now he knew it existed, he was determined to find it. He could have just asked Ianto where it was, but where would be the fun in that?

It was three days before he had time to spare, but as soon as he did he checked the CCTV, backtracking from when Ianto had delivered the supplies he’d requested to his office. Then he went exploring.

The ‘cupboard’ turned out to be a walk-in closet, lined with shelves full of office supplies. To Jack, it was heaven!


TBC in ‘Cupboard Plans’

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Chapter 498: Cupboard Plans - Sequel to ‘Cupboard Hunt’

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100. Looks like ten will be my limit this time. I have two more to post, one for this sequence and an odd one.

Summary: Well, now Jack’s found the cupboard, what will he do?


Lots of office supplies, plenty of space, no CCTV cameras in the cupboard or the corridor outside… Why had Ianto never mentioned this place before? Did he have no idea how perfect it was?

Jack mooched about, examining the contents of the shelves and forming a plan.

A week later when Ianto was busy in the archives, Jack phoned him asking for some stationery items. Hanging up, he hurried to the cupboard, arriving before Ianto and shutting himself inside.

When Ianto entered a few minutes later, Jack pounced, pinning him to the shelves.

“Ready to have some fun?” he leered.


TBC in ‘A Cupboard Made For Two’

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Chapter 499: A Cupboard Made For Two - Sequel to ‘Cupboard Plans’

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100.

Summary: Jack and Ianto in a stationery cupboard – but just whose idea was it?



Ianto’s smirk broadened into a grin.

“What took you so long? I thought you’d have discovered this place days ago. I was beginning to think all my careful planning had been for nothing.”

“Planning?” Jack was confused.

“Look at this place, Jack; desk, photocopier, filing cabinets, abundant office supplies… There are plenty of much smaller cupboards I could’ve used for our stationery stockpile, but I thought you’d like a bit more room for manoeuvre.

“So you set all this up for us to…?”

“Indulge in some cupboard love? Well, it’s about time we explored your office fetish, don’t you think?”


The End


A/N: Anyone who would like to try their hand at writing an innovative stationery/office smut follow-up to this, feel free to do so. I just can’t think of a thing they could do with office supplies. Clearly, my brain is just not kinky enough.

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Chapter 500: Like A Statue

Author's Notes: My tenth (and most likely final) drabble for Challenge 319 – Stationery/Stationary at tw100.

Summary: Jack stands silently on a rooftop after a tough day.


Jack stands so still on the rooftop he could be mistaken for a statue if not for the wind stirring his coat. Not that anyone would spot him up there, a slightly darker shadow against the night sky. Ianto can only see him because he knows Jack’s there. He was there too just a short while ago.

He’d been trying to persuade Jack to come down, but the immortal had remained motionless and silent, staring at nothing. Failing to save someone always hit him hard.

Ianto wishes he could do something, anything, other than leave Jack to his lonely vigil.


The End

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Chapter 501: Five Thousand Years

Author's Notes: Written for the prompt ‘Still Into You’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Millennia pass by, but their love remains as strong as ever.


Five thousand years of marriage seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

They raised children many times, watched their grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and countless generations marry and raise families of their own. They renewed their vows in every joining ceremony they came across and Jack joked that if they had to wear all the tokens of their commitment to each other at the same time they wouldn’t be able to move.

There were fights and make-up sex, joys and tragedies, but through it all their love for each other never wavered.

Two bodies, two hearts, sharing a single soul.


The End


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Chapter 502: Wonderful News!

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at end.

Summary: Tosh gives Owen some wonderful news.


Owen’s only half-listening to Tosh; he’s tired, he was up half the night dealing with an emergency after Andy got himself stuck full of quills trying to corral the alien equivalent of a porcupine, so his brain’s in sleep mode. But when she says ‘Baby,’ suddenly he’s wide-awake, all his attention centred on his wife.

“What?” Okay, not the most intelligent response ever.

Tosh grins that wicked grin.

“I said; we’re going to have a baby.”

“You’re sure?”

She nods and suddenly Owen’s on his feet, spinning her around.

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

Funny how he’s not tired anymore.


The End


A/N2: Title used was ‘When She Says Baby’.

Funny how I seem to be telling Lily’s story backwards.

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Chapter 503: Beware!

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Beware’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Cardiff’s not quite like other cities.


Cardiff’s not your average city.

Oh, it looks normal enough, pretty much like any other British city. Similar shops, pubs here and there, restaurants and nightclubs, offices and blocks of flats. There are even parks, and because it happens to be on the coast, a marina for those wealthy enough to own a boat.

Holidaymakers flock to the area because of the castle and other tourist attractions. By day it’s delightful.

But if you venture out after dark, beware. Keep to the busy areas, the brightly lit streets, and stay out of the alleyways.

Because the shadows here have teeth!


The End

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Chapter 504: Love Vs Lust

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Everything I Shouldn't Be Thinking About’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

No specific spoilers.

Summary: A look inside Gwen’s head as she compares Rhys with Jack.


Gwen loved Rhys, she really did. He was kind, caring, supportive, funny and a great cook. He put up with her long working hours and strange moods, and she knew he would do anything for her because he loved her.

But he wasn’t Jack.

Jack was gorgeous, sexy, confident, charming, larger than life, an immortal hero full of outrageous tales of unlikely exploits. He was exciting and dangerous where Rhys was comfortable, ordinary, maybe even a little dull.

She loved Rhys, but she lusted after Jack; he was everything.

Everything she shouldn’t be thinking about.

She just couldn’t help herself.


The End

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Chapter 505: Coming Unfluffed

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon. Thought you could do with a little boost considering everything you’re dealing with right now!

I really should have posted this one before ‘Personal Grooming’ (Ch. 466), which is kind of the sequel.

Prompt is at the end.

Summary: Nosy is exhibiting a strange symptom, causing Jack to panic.


“Ianto!” Jack ran from his office, eyes wide with panic.

“Jack? What’s wrong?”

“Nosy’s going bald!”

“What?”

“It’s not my fault, I was just stroking it and all its fluff started falling out!” Jack sounded frantic, holding up a handful of green hairs. “Look!”

Ianto tried very hard not to laugh, but failed.

“Jack, it’s okay. Nosy’s just shedding its winter coat, it won’t go bald.”

“Oh. Are you sure?”

“Quite sure,” Ianto replied ruefully, watching Nosy slither past leaving a trail of green fluff in its wake.

“I really should teach Nosy to use the vacuum cleaner,” he sighed.


The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘Nosy starts shedding’.


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Chapter 506: Road Closed

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Variations on a Theme of Road Rage’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Some of Cardiff’s motorists have run into a spot of bother.


The alien was nine feet tall, covered in shaggy brown fur. Ianto thought it resembled the descriptions of the legendary Bigfoot, except that its face was like a bulldog’s.

It was also in a foul mood.

Appearing out of nowhere in the middle of a major road during rush hour, the creature had immediately brought traffic to a standstill. People had fled in panic, leaving their vehicles behind to be systematically pulverised by huge, hairy fists.

“That takes Road Rage to a whole new level,” commented Owen.

Ianto had to agree. There were going to be some interesting insurance claims.

The End

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Chapter 507: Fences

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Fences’

Okay, this is another one that’s come in at 100 words first try!

Summary: The heart can’t be confined.


Jack had spent most of his time since he became immortal building fences around his heart, in a futile attempt to protect himself from the pain of loving and losing.

It never seemed to work, and yet he couldn’t keep from trying, always hoping that this time would be different.

Over and over, he told himself that love was a luxury he couldn’t afford. It made him vulnerable, affected his judgement, and anyway, it was pointless since he’d soon be leaving with the Doctor.

But the heart wants what the heart wants; no amount of fences can pen it in.

The End

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Chapter 508: The Waist Land

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Waist Land’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack is worried about his expanding waistline.


Jack stared in the mirror, frowning, and poked his middle. There was no doubt about it; he’d put on weight, an unwelcome side effect of avoiding dying so often. He knew Ianto appreciated him being more careful, but worried his husband would lose interest now he’d gained weight.

“Ianto, d’you think I’m getting fat?” he asked hesitantly.

Ianto snorted, and Jack glared at him.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yes it is; I was about to ask you the same thing! Maybe we should stop eating junk food and exercise more.”

Jack dragged Ianto onto the bed.

“Good idea! Let’s exercise now!”


The End


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Chapter 509: Sweet Annie

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Sweet Annie’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: For Cyberwoman.

Summary: Ianto thinks about the Pizza delivery girl Lisa killed.


She was a lovely girl, bubbly, outgoing, friendly and funny. She’d always pause to chat when she delivered Pizza to the Tourist Office, telling Ianto he worked too hard and should remember to have fun occasionally, that he was too young to be so serious all the time.

He knew she lived with her parents, had two married older brothers, two little nieces and a cat called Moe. She was studying to be a teacher and she wanted to travel the world.

And now she was dead, and it was his fault.

Sweet Annie didn’t deserve to die like that.


The End

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Chapter 510: Fairytale Wedding

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: It’s Tosh’s wedding day and Jack is giving the bride away.


Toshiko was a vision of loveliness in her wedding gown; she’d never looked more radiant. Jack hoped Owen appreciated how lucky he was. He offered his arm to the bride as the Wedding March began and they made their entrance.

It was magical, every head turned to watch as the beautiful bride seemed almost to float down the aisle towards her husband to be and Jack caught his own husband’s eye, where Ianto stood as Best Man beside Owen.

As they reached the altar, Jack wiped away a tear. Somehow he’d never quite learned how not to cry at weddings.


The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘How Not to Cry at Weddings’

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Chapter 511: Overpowered

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Suzie can’t get enough of the Glove.


The glove thrummed in Suzie’s hands, singing to her, filling her body with raw energy that ran through her veins like electricity. The feeling it gave her was unlike anything she’d ever encountered and she couldn’t get enough of it. She didn’t let anything show on her face though; outwardly she was calm and analytical, discussing the alien device’s possibilities with Jack.

“Testing is going okay, I’m optimistic that with practice the revival time can be extended beyond 30 seconds. It’s just a case of refining technique.”

Bringing the dead back to life, however briefly, was the ultimate power trip.


The End


A/N: Title used was ‘Power Trip’


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Chapter 512: An Unwelcome Sight

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Do I Wanna Know?’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Sometimes, Owen thinks Jack and Ianto get into such situations just to torture him.


Arriving at the Hub early one morning, Owen was greeted by a sight he could have done without.

There was water everywhere.

Jack hung by his braces from the catwalk, his trousers so shredded they left nothing to the imagination. Ianto, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his clothes and was naked except for a strategically placed tea tray. Both men were covered in scratches; Ianto had a black eye and Jack’s nose looked swollen.

“Do I even want to know what happened?” Owen asked, covering his eyes.

“Baby Weevils really don’t like being bathed,” Ianto replied wearily.


The End

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Chapter 513: Goodbye Town

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Goodbye Town’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto starts on the journey that leads him to Torchwood One.


Ianto felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The funeral was over, his father was gone and he was free at last. There was nothing left to hold him here on the estate; finally he could escape, spread his wings and fly. He already knew where he’d go.

London beckoned, a place no one knew him; he could start over, reinvent himself and become something more than an estate kid. He had dreams, ambitions. He’d make something of his life; prove everyone wrong.

His only regret on leaving his hometown was that he hadn’t left sooner.


The End

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Chapter 514: Owen And The Great Outdoors

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Howard and the Great Outdoors’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Since Torchwood doesn’t have a Howard, I though Owen would be a fitting substitute ;)

Summary: Torchwood are out in the countryside again, much to one person’s displeasure.


Owen was grumbling again.

“I hate the countryside!”

“We know.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “You’ve told us enough times!”

“Come on, Owen, lighten up,” said Jack cheerfully. “Feel the sunshine. Breathe that air! It’ll do you good. No traffic fumes our here.”

“Exactly. It’s too clean; it’s disgusting. There’s nothing out here! This is no place for civilised people, it’s all grass and mud and sheep!”

With Owen’s next step, there was a rather unpleasant squelch from beneath his foot.

“Shit!”

Ianto smirked.

“Yep! Looks like there are cows out here too.”

“Bloody countryside! Next time, I’m staying in Cardiff!”


The End

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Chapter 515: Barbecue Weather

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Where There's Smoke, There's Barbecue’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Everyone’s gathered for a barbecue: what could go wrong?


It was a glorious summer day; hot and sunny, cloudless blue sky, and a light breeze keeping the heat from becoming stifling. The perfect weather for a barbecue, according to Jack.

So here they all were, in Jack and Ianto’s back garden; the team and their significant others plus Ianto’s family, sipping iced drinks while the kids played. Jack and Rhys were handling the cooking, until they got into a heated debate over rugby versus Jack’s new obsession: American Football…

Ianto did his best to rescue the meat and disperse the smoke; he hoped everyone liked their steaks well done!


The End

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Chapter 516: Priorities

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Come & Get It’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The team are happy to have Ianto back at work.


After three weeks off with a leg injury, Ianto was finally back at work, so happy to be around people again that he hardly minded not being able to get down to the archives. It had been lonely at home.

Once he was sure he could get around the Hub on crutches, he’d begged to be allowed back. Jack had finally caved, although he’d put Ianto on restricted duties, which meant he’d be sitting at a computer all day.

First things first though.

“Coffee’s ready, come and get it!”

He didn’t think he’d ever seen the team move so fast!


The End

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Chapter 517: The Same Love

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Same Love’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack muses on equality.


Even after living on earth for well over a century, watching as attitudes gradually changed and people became more tolerant, there were times Jack still despaired.

For all the progress society had made, especially in recent years, there was still so much hatred, discrimination and prejudice. How much longer would it take before all people were considered equal?

How long before everyone accepted that it didn’t matter whether it was a man and a woman, two men or two women, didn’t matter if their skin was brown, white, yellow or rainbow coloured.

The love that united couples remained the same.


The End

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Chapter 518: Hindsight

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: They’d had some fun ‘dabbling’, but the aftermath was proving a lot less fun!


In hindsight, Ianto thought, he should’ve known something like this would happen.

He was as kinky as the next man, assuming the next man was Jack, and readily agreed when Jack suggested handcuffing him to the Hub railings for some late-night fun.

And it certainly had been fun, Jack was a considerate, talented lover, always making sure they were both completely satisfied. All had gone swimmingly until Jack went to un-cuff him and dropped the key.

Now Ianto was still cuffed to the railing while Jack searched for it.

Next time, he’d tie the damn key to the railing first!


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Lost Key’

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Chapter 519: I Can See Clearly Now

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Clarity’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Owen has a moment of clarity.


Sometimes you can work with someone for years, even think of them as a friend, yet never really see them.

Then one day, you look at them, really look at them. And maybe the light is hitting them from a different angle, or they’ve done something to their hair, or maybe it’s just that for once you’re not hung over.

Whatever it is, for the first time ever you actually see her. In a moment of clarity you realise how amazing she is, and wonder how you could have been so blind for so long.

And that’s how love begins.


The End

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Chapter 520: The Man

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Man’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: A waitress has a crush on one of the diners.


She doesn’t know his name; she’s too shy to ask. When she thinks of him, it’s just as ‘the man in the suit’. Sometimes she curses her shyness. If she were more outgoing she’d ask his name, start a conversation. Not that such a gorgeous, well-dressed man would ever be interested in a mousy waitress. Instead, she just approaches his table to take his order.

He smiles at her, and he’s just about to order when another man arrives, sitting down with a dazzling smile for the man.

“Sorry I’m late, love.”

Oh. Well, she never stood a chance anyway.


The End

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Chapter 521: Lashing Out

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: All Ianto’s plans are coming unravelled.


Tanizaki was supposed to help Lisa; now he’s dead and Ianto’s panicking. Everything’s falling apart, all that planning for nothing. He hides the body, even though there’s little point.

Lisa’s out of control, everyone knows, and Jack has a gun to his head. The day can’t get any worse. Why should he keep quiet any longer?

“I clear up your shit. No questions asked and that's the way you like it. When did you last ask me anything about my life?”

It’s a low blow, but it hits its mark; they all look guilty.

It only makes him feel worse.


The End


A/N2: Prompt used is ‘No Questions Asked’

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Chapter 522: Who Are You?

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Spoilers: Fragments

Summary: Jack muses over the man who’s just ‘rescued’ him.


Slinging the Weevil over his shoulder, Jack walked away from his rescuer without looking back, not even when the deliciously Welsh-accented voice called after him.

“By the way; love the coat.”

‘Sure you do,’ he thought. ‘So who are you, Jones, Ianto Jones? Rent boy maybe?’ He could certainly pass for one in that outfit, but something about him didn’t fit. Anyway, how come he’d been in exactly the right place, at exactly the right time to be of assistance? There was more to Ianto Jones than met the eye, Jack was certain, and he intended to find out what.


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A/N2: Prompt used is ‘Right Place, Right Time’



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Chapter 523: Cardiff In Wartime

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Time Travellers’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Captain Jack Harkness.

Summary: Tosh and Jack are stuck in 1941.


All they’d done was visit the Ritz Dancehall to check out reports of music, and now they were stuck in 1941! She should be in London, celebrating her grandfather’s 88th birthday, not stranded among American servicemen living like there was no tomorrow. For some of them there might not be; that was life in wartime.

Jack fitted right in, dressed in his usual WWII era clothing, but Tosh had never felt so out of place or so vulnerable.

All she could do was hope and pray their colleagues could find a way to get them back to their own time.


The End

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Chapter 524: Out Of Time

Author's Notes: For ‘The Time Travellers’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Out Of Time.

Summary: Three people have fallen through the Rift.



Anything at all could fall through the Rift, from past, present or future and from anywhere in the universe. Jack suspected things could fall through from other universes too, though he hadn’t yet been able to prove it. Even so, this was something he’d never seen before; three people in a small plane, plucked from their own time and dumped more than fifty years in their future.

They were just regular people, nothing out of the ordinary. A shopkeeper, a young woman, a female pilot… Now the inadvertent time travellers were stranded out of time.

They could never go home.


The End

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Chapter 525: Victorious

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Sunrise’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Torchwood have survived another battle.


It had been a long, difficult battle. The band of Krillian mercenaries who’d fallen through the Rift had been heavily armed and out for blood; whose blood hadn’t seemed to matter.

Battered, bloody and weary to the bone, the Torchwood team slowly limped their way back to the SUV just as dawn was breaking.

Ianto, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly, pointing as the sun rose above the horizon.

“Sun’s coming up, and we’re all still alive,” he said cheerfully. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”

They smiled at each other, weariness forgotten. They’d saved the world again.


The End

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Chapter 526: Mud And Bother

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

First in a four part drabble mini-series.

Summary: Of all the places the Rift could drop something, it had to pick one of the worst.




Whatever it was that had come through the Rift this time, it had landed in the boating lake, and must have made quite a splash judging by how much mud there was around the lake’s edge.

There had been no rain for a couple of weeks, everything had been dry, but now the team were squelching about in wellies, ankle deep in mud, using scanners and long sticks, trying to pinpoint exactly where whatever it was had come to rest.

It was hopeless; there was only one thing for it.

“Looks like I’d better break out my wetsuit,” Ianto sighed.


TBC in ‘The Treasure Of The Deep’


A/N2: Prompt used is ‘From Wellies To Wet Suit’

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Chapter 527: The Treasure Of The Deep – Sequel to ‘Mud And Bother’

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Treasure Of The Deep’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: Ianto’s finding plenty of ‘treasure’, just not what he’s looking for.


Ianto had always wanted to go diving for sunken treasure on an old wreck somewhere. That was why he and Lisa had taken up scuba diving in the first place, planning to take a diving holiday one day to see what they could find.

Of course, he’d always thought it would be somewhere tropical, with sparkling clear water, coral reefs and brightly coloured fish.

Instead, here he was in a cold, murky boating lake in Cardiff, trying to find… something. So far they’d hauled out three bicycles, a lawnmower, an old pram, most of a bed, a washing machine, five saucepans, two radiators, four TVs, part of a spiral staircase, a filing cabinet, and a barbecue. All carried faint traces of Rift energy, but none had actually fallen through the Rift. Ianto was getting frustrated. Whatever had made the splash had to be around here somewhere! The lake wasn’t all that big, though it was obviously deep enough for people to dump their unwanted junk. Still, at least he could console himself that he was carrying out a public service.

When he did finally find what he was looking for, it certainly wasn’t the chunk of debris he’d been expecting…


TBC in ‘Catch Of The Day’

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Chapter 528: Catch Of The Day - Sequel to ‘The Treasure Of The Deep’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

This one’s a drabble and a half because it came out at exactly 150 words. I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that! Prompt at the end.


Summary: Just what is it that they’ve caught?


It had taken some work and the SUV’s winch to pull it out, but at last it was on the bank. They were standing around the large, rather dented ovoid staring at it when Rhys joined them, having just arrived with a lorry for transportation.

“What’s that then?” he asked Jack, who was crouched beside it, running his hands carefully over the surface as if feeling for something.

“It’s an escape pod.”

“What, y’mean from a space ship?”

“Exactly that; I just need to find the control panel… Ah!” There was a click and a previously invisible panel slid to one side. Jack used his VM to activate the opening mechanism and with a slight puff of escaping air, the top of the battered craft slowly swung up to reveal two small, anxious-looking humanoids staring out at them.

“Hi!” Jack held out his hands. “Captain Jack Harkness, welcome to earth!"


TBC in ‘Who Made A Bit Of A Splash?’


A/N2: Prompt used is ‘Welcome To Earth’

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Chapter 529: Who Made A Bit Of A Splash? – Sequel to ‘Catch Of The Day’

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Who Made A Bit of a Splash in Wales Then?’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one’s another double drabble. (I’m not really happy with the last line.)

Summary: Ianto’s made some new friends, but they can’t stay.


Their guests turned out to be wealthy honeymooners on a luxury cruise whose lifepod had accidentally been jettisoned during a safety drill. They’d been getting low on air and had thought themselves doomed, so were very grateful to be rescued.

Back at the Hub, Owen examined them, pronouncing them healthy despite their ordeal, though rather giddy from breathing an atmosphere with higher oxygen content than their own.

Ianto could’ve told him that. The aliens were currently dancing around him, apparently their species’ way of expressing gratitude. Ianto thought it looked exhausting, but they’d been dancing for almost thirty minutes with no sign of tiring. Maybe giving them coffee hadn’t been the best idea.

Fortunately, Tosh managed to contact the spaceliner, which sent a shuttle to collect the lost passengers. They arranged to meet it on a hill outside Cardiff.

Ianto wasn’t particularly surprised when the ship’s captain insisted on performing the dance of gratitude. What did surprise him was the bag of star sapphires he was given as a reward, and being told the couple intended to name their firstborn after him.

As the shuttle departed, Jack grinned at Ianto.

“Hard to say who made the bigger splash,” he teased.


The End

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Chapter 530: Holding On To Hope

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Cups (Pitch Perfect's When I'm Gone)’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack’s gone, but Ianto is holding on to hope.


Jack was gone, vanished without trace. Was he taken or did he just leave? It was a shock, but Ianto had to admit he wasn’t really surprised. He thought he knew who Jack had left with; what hurt was that he hadn’t cared enough about them to say goodbye.

He looked at the extra cup of coffee he’d fetched. What a waste.

Still, all the time Jack was gone, Ianto found himself reaching for Jack’s mug whenever he made coffee. At the back of his mind, a little voice kept telling him ‘Don’t give up hope; Jack will come home.’


The End

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Chapter 531: Buffet Lunch

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: There’s a new buffet bar in Cardiff…


Ianto had known that the whole team going out to the new buffet bar for lunch was a terrible idea, but he’d suggested it anyway, just because he really wanted to go and the rest of the team would bitch and moan if he went on his own and didn’t tell them.

So here they were, seated around a table, plates filled with their selections, ready to tuck in when Jack finally arrived with a massively overloaded plate.

“What on earth have you got there?” exclaimed Tosh.

“Oh, I just thought I’d try a little bit of everything,” Jack beamed.


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘Little Bit Of Everything’

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Chapter 532: Radioactive

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Radioactive’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Apologies for the lateness – I’m having the day from Hell. And a bad migraine.

Spoilers: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Summary: Jack reflects on John Hart’s unwelcome visit.


Radiation cluster bombs, that’s what Hart claimed were scattered throughout Cardiff. Deadly dangerous if the radiation leaked. Jack had his doubts, but he couldn’t take the chance that for once his ex-partner might be telling the truth. Galling as it was, he had no choice but to mobilise his team to help track them down.

What did it get them? Tosh beaten, Owen shot, Gwen poisoned, Ianto held at gunpoint… Hart threw Jack himself off the roof in a fit of pique. And of course the radiation cluster bombs were nothing of the sort.

The only danger was Hart himself.


The End

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Chapter 533: The Pendant

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Locket’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Greeks Bearing Gifts.

Summary: Tosh considers Mary’s pendant.


It was such a pretty, innocuous little pendant, unless you were wearing it; then there was nothing innocent about it. No one should be able to hear the innermost thoughts of the people around them. She’d thought her colleagues were her friends; now she wondered if she knew them at all.

Gwen’s thoughts alternated between pitying Tosh and lusting after Owen, Owen thought about Gwen and how pathetic Tosh was, and Ianto’s thoughts were mired in pain and loss.

No, there was nothing innocent about the pendant; it was better destroyed, Tosh decided as she ground it beneath her heel.


The End

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Chapter 534: Squeezing In

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Spoilers: Fragments.

Summary: How do you fit six adults in a small car?


They’d survived the bombs, but it would take a miracle to get them back to the Hub in the only vehicle they had at their disposal.

“How the fuck are six of us supposed to fit in that sardine can?” Owen demanded.

Rhys was not too pleased with Owen’s insult.

“What’re yer on about? There’s plenty of room in the back.”

“It’s fine, Owen. Ianto can sit on my lap.”

”Like hell, Jack! I’d be jammed against the roof and you’d get… overexcited. Tosh can sit on my lap, Owen in the middle.”

“You take the fun out of everything.”


The End


A/N2: Prompt used was ‘Plenty of Room in the Back’

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Chapter 535: Smitten

Author's Notes: Written for fanbot. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Myfanwy is in love, but does the object of her affections return them?


It was a bizarre sight, to say the least. Myfanwy clucked and cooed, bobbing her head, acting coy and flirtatious; it was quite obvious she was smitten. While Ianto could quite understand the lonely Pteranodon wanting a mate, he couldn’t help feeling that perhaps the object of her affections might not be the best match for her.

Of course, finding another Pteranodon on earth was highly unlikely, even allowing for the vagaries of the Rift, so the chances of her finding her ideal mate were slim at best.

Still, why’d she have to fall in love with an inflatable banana?


The End


A/N2: For the prompt “Myfanwy lays an egg and/or becomes enamoured of...”

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Chapter 536: Birthday Girl

Author's Notes: This one’s for darcy58 who asked for something with Jack and Tosh. It ended up as a double drabble.

Spoilers: Hints at Fragments; set pre-series.

Summary: It’s Tosh’s first birthday since she joined Torchwood.


Five months after joining Torchwood, Tosh arrived at the Hub early one morning to find her workstation transformed.

A huge bouquet of yellow and white roses in a blue vase stood in front of her monitors, with a small and beautifully wrapped parcel and an equally beautiful cake beside it. An envelope was propped against the vase, her name written neatly on the front.

Tosh was so busy staring she didn’t even hear Jack come up behind her.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful Toshiko!”

She gasped and spun around.

“But I didn’t tell anyone…”

“It’s in your file,” Jack told her.



Tosh reached out, caressing the velvety rose petals.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Jack.”

“You deserve everything. Go ahead; open your present. I have another surprise for you before the others get here.”

With trembling hands, Tosh unwrapped her gift, a delicate silver bracelet set with amethysts.

“Oh Jack, you shouldn’t have. It’s too much!”

“Nonsense. Toshiko, you are a gem beyond price. I believe in you, you just need to believe in yourself. Now, come on, your mother’s on the phone.”

Speechless, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, Tosh hugged Jack tight. She felt truly blessed.


The End

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Chapter 537: Memories Of Katie

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Owen mourns Katie.


Young, beautiful and so full of life, Katie had been everything to Owen; his reason for living, the only person who loved him just the way he was, though he never understood what she saw in him. She said he was honest; he cut through the bullshit and took no nonsense from anyone.

Now she was dead, killed by an alien in her brain, and he was in Cardiff, working with a bunch of weirdos who hunted aliens.

He picked up the whiskey bottle. All he had left was Katie’s memory; he planned on drinking to it all night long.


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘Drink To That All Night’

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Chapter 538: Seeing Is Believing

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Safe And Sound’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: After losing everything during TYTNW, Jack returns home needing to reassure himself that his friends are safe.


The Master took everything from Jack during The Year: his liberty, his dignity, his life over and over again. His faith in humanity was stripped away and for a while, even his belief in the Doctor wore thin.

Cardiff, his home on Earth, was destroyed while Jack was forced to watch but worse, his team, his friends, were taken from him one at a time.

Returning to a Cardiff undamaged by a year that never happened, Jack sought his team, finally able to breathe easily when he found them in peril but still safe and sound, and most importantly, alive.


The End

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Chapter 539: Life Goes On

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘It's Never Ten Years’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one’s a double drabble.

Spoilers: Cyberwoman, To The Last Man, possibly Fragments.

Summary: Ianto comes to a shocking realisation.


Ianto checked the date and froze. That couldn’t be right. Surely it hadn’t really been ten years? He grabbed the nearest chair and dropped heavily into it.

“Ianto? Are you alright?” Tosh turned to her friend, concerned.

“I’m okay. I just… Time’s gone by so fast; I don’t know when I lost track. It’s ten years to the day since Canary Wharf. How could I have forgotten? So many people died that day; friends, colleagues... Lisa. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I last thought of her.”

“Life goes on, Ianto. You can’t dwell on the past all the time. We all have to pick up the pieces and rebuild our lives after bad things happen. It doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten; some things can never be forgotten, we live with them for the rest of our lives. But we don’t have to think about someone every day to remember them; they’re always with us.” Ianto knew she was talking about Tommy. “Lisa would have wanted you to move on, wouldn’t she?”

Ianto nodded.

“She would’ve been furious if I’d just spent the rest of my life mourning her.”

“Then remember her with love, but live for yourself.”


The End

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Chapter 540: Blurred Lines

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Blurred Lines’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Spoilers: Cyberwoman.

Summary: When he’d vowed to do whatever it took to protect Lisa, he didn’t know what it would cost him.


Sleeping with Jack started out as a means to an end, a way to keep the man distracted; it kept Jack’s attention away from things Ianto didn’t want discovered.

He knew Lisa’s life was at stake, had no illusions about what Jack would do if he found her, so he used whatever means necessary to protect her.

But somewhere along the way, the lines had blurred. He found himself craving the intimacy, the touch of another person, all the things Lisa couldn’t provide in her condition.

The guilt was killing him. He loved two people, but was betraying them both.


The End

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Chapter 541: Owen’s Plan

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Greenfingers’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This is a double drabble.

Summary: Owen makes a proposal for re-modelling the old boardroom. Set between End of Days and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.


Ianto was incredulous; surely he must have misheard.

“You want to turn the old boardroom into what?

“A hothouse,” Owen repeated, arms folded defensively across his chest. “You know, for plants.”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t have anywhere to keep the alien plants that come through the Rift. Look. Right now, most of them don’t survive; we can’t provide the right conditions for them, so we end up tossing them in the incinerator. It’s a waste. Some of them could have valuable medicinal properties, but we’ll never know if we can’t keep them alive long enough to run tests on them.”



Ianto had to admit Owen was right.

“Okay, you have a point. But who’s going to look after them? I’m already overstretched with Jack gone, and anyway, I’m not exactly green-fingered.”

“No problem, it’ll be my project. I like plants, they don’t complain about the way they’re treated.”

Ianto snorted.

“No, they just wilt and die if you get it wrong.”

“That the voice of experience speaking?” Owen smirked.

“Yep. These hands have committed herbicide countless times.”

“So, do I get my hothouse?”

Ianto nodded.

“Make a list of what you need and I’ll see you get it.”

“Thanks, mate.”


The End

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Chapter 542: Daydreaming

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Thinking About You’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack’s daydreaming about the night before.


Jack’s mind was wandering. He knew he really should be concentrating on the paperwork in front of him, but he had other, more interesting things to think about. Such as the gorgeous Welshman he could see through his office window, gliding gracefully through the Hub below, distributing files to his co-workers and collecting completed reports with quiet efficiency.

Jack smirked, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, remembering the previous night when his lover had been anything but quiet.

“What’re you smirking about?” Ianto asked, dumping a pile of reports on Jack’s desk.

“Oh, just thinking about you!”


The End


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Chapter 543: Sentimental Value

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Some things are special because of the memories they hold.


Poking about Ianto’s living room one evening while Ianto made coffee, Jack found something that surprised him. As Ianto turned from setting their drinks on the coffee table, Jack gestured towards the novelty Welsh dragon ashtray on the shelf.

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t, not anymore. Used to back in London. Quit after I almost set fire to Lisa’s bed with a late-night fag.” He picked up the ashtray. “I should probably throw it out but… Lisa gave it to me as a joke a couple of months after we started dating.”

“Sentimental value?”

Ianto nodded, smiling.

“Happy memories.”


The End


A/N2: Prompt used is ‘The Ashtray’

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Chapter 544: Guilt

Author's Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt ‘I'd like to blame it on the alcohol, but I knew exactly what I was doing’.

Set pre-series.

Summary: Ianto apologises to Lisa.


Despite his hangover, Ianto remembered everything that happened the night before.

“Lisa, I’m so sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have done that, especially not right in front of you.”

Lisa smiled ruefully.

“It’s okay. You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing.”

Ianto shook his head.

“Wish I could blame it on the booze, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I love you, you know that, but I’m attracted to guys too. I’ve just never acted on it before. I shouldn’t have kissed him.”

“Probably not,” she grinned, “but it was seriously hot to watch!”


The End


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Chapter 545: Snooping

Author's Notes: For asia27, who happened to mention that ‘Jack being nosy has such potential...’ So of course, I had to see if she was right!

Summary: Jack is caught doing something he shouldn’t.


Walking into his bedroom, Ianto caught Jack snooping about in his drawers.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked, annoyed.

Jack glanced over his shoulder with a completely unrepentant grin.

“Just seeing what you’re hiding in here.”

“You do realise it’s the height of bad manners to go rummaging in other people’s drawers, don’t you?”

That earned Ianto a decidedly lascivious smirk.

“I’d rummage in your drawers anytime!” Jack assured him.

“God help me!” Ianto rolled his eyes heavenwards. “You’re one of the nosiest people I’ve ever met!”

“Am not nosy! It’s just healthy curiosity,” Jack pouted.

“Whatever.”

The End

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Chapter 546: Something In The Dark

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Spoilers: Tiny for They Keep Killing Suzie, Reset.

Summary: Something’s moving in the dark


No matter how Jack dies, he always goes to the same place, a black limbo where he waits to be dragged back into life. The emptiness is profound, yet he always senses he’s not alone.

Sometimes he hears faint whispering, and it’s a terrible feeling to know something’s nearby and to wish with every fibre of his being that he’ll be gone before it can find him.

He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t really want to know, but he’s certain of one thing; whatever haunts the dark on the other side, it’s not something he ever wants to meet.


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Other Side’

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Chapter 547: Hot Stuff

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Prompt at the end.


Summary: The sight of Ianto in his new shirt is doing unspeakable things to Jack.


Red was Ianto’s colour. He looked hotter than sin in his red shirts, and as for the UNIT cap… Whenever he wore it, Jack’s brain blew a fuse.

But Ianto simply wasn’t playing fair.

He’d bought a new shirt, not red but hot pink.

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off his lover; suspecting he might be drooling, he surreptitiously wiped his mouth, hoping no one had noticed. He’d never live it down.

Glancing up at Jack’s office, Ianto actually winked at him! The little hussy!

Oh yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing to Jack.

And Jack loved it!

The End


A/N: Prompt is ‘Jack really likes Ianto in pink’

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Chapter 548: All Dressed Up

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Waiting For Superman’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The team get dressed up for a costume party.


Ianto adjusted his Batman cape and struck a dramatic pose.

“How do I look?” he asked Tosh, slinkily seductive in her Catwoman outfit.

“Very Dark Knight,” she grinned, fanning herself. “Did the temperature just go up in here?”

“See?” said Gwen, dressed as Wonder Woman, “Told you Rhys’ superhero costume party would be fun!”

“We’re not even there yet,” grumbled Owen, a rather weedy-looking Spiderman. “What’s the hold up?”

“We’re waiting for Superman,” sighed Ianto. “He can’t get his hair right.”

“Probably admiring himself in the mirror.”

“Can’t rush perfection!” smirked Jack.

Owen paled.

Jack in tights looked positively indecent!


The End

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Chapter 549: The Monster

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Monster’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The Torchwood children are hiding from a monster.


Meriel and Anwen hid behind the sofa, trying to stay quiet as mice so the monster wouldn’t find them. They knew it was looking for them, they could hear it moving around the room. They held each other’s hands and stayed as still as possible. Maybe it would give up soon.

Just when they thought it had gone, a head poked around the back of the sofa, big eyes staring straight at them. They’d been found!

“Hummmm!”

Giggling and squealing, they dashed out and pounced on their monster, hugging it tight.

“You win, Nosy! Now it’s your turn to hide!”


The End

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Chapter 550: Starless Night

Author's Notes: This one’s for red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘a starless night’.

Spoilers: End Of Days.

Summary: Ianto waits for Jack’s return.


Lying on the roof of the Millennium Centre, staring at the sky, Ianto watched clouds roll in from the sea. One by one, the stars winked out, eclipsed by the approaching storm as if someone was turning out the lights of heaven.

Soon, there wasn’t a star to be seen; they might have never existed. He wondered if there were worlds out there that had never seen starlight.

As the wind strengthened, howling eerily like the voices of a thousand lost souls, Ianto retreated to the shelter of the stairwell and returned to his vigil, praying Jack would return soon.

The End

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Chapter 551: Finding Ianto

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Hold On, We're Going Home’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Here be a triple drabble! I might expand this into a proper fic at some point.

Summary: When Ianto is taken by the Rift, Jack must find him and bring him home.


When Ianto was snatched away by the Rift, Jack knew only one thing: he was going to get his lover back, no matter what it took. Failure simply wasn’t an option.

So while Tosh did what she could to trace where the Rift spike had taken his Welshman, Jack worked day and night to fix his Vortex Manipulator. He’d tried to contact the Doctor, but hadn’t received a reply to any of his messages. It didn’t surprise him. He’d have to do this by himself.

VM fixed, Tosh’s coordinates programmed in, Jack punched a button and teleported to the rescue.


OoOoO


The planet was actually quite pleasant. Breathable atmosphere, comfortably warm, and inhabited by friendly natives who seemed very excited to see him. Jack thought they looked a lot like Wombles.

Two of the smaller Wombles grabbed Jack by his hands, chattering incomprehensibly, and practically dragged him along until they reached a settlement. They were stronger than they looked.

There, sitting in front of a hut, surrounded by several dozen Wombles, was Ianto. He appeared to be trying to teach the natives to speak Welsh. They were doing quite well, much better than Jack had when Ianto tried to teach him.


OoOoO


“Jack!” Ianto leaped to his feet, throwing his arms around his captain. “God, I’ve missed you! I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever see you again!” Ianto pulled back slightly, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, looking a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”

Jack returned the hug with interest.

“Missed you too,” he said in a choked voice. “How long has it been for you?”

“Almost two years. The natives are nice, but I’ve been lonely.”

Jack grinned.

“Let me take you away from all this! Hold on,” he added, pressing the button again, “we’re going home.”


The End

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Chapter 552: Telling The Team - Sequel To ‘Wonderful News’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Tosh has an interesting way of announcing her pregnancy.


Once Owen’s calmed down a little, he and Tosh have some important decisions to make. One in particular is weighing on Owen’s mind.

“How’re we gonna tell the others?”

Tosh grins that cheeky grin again.

“I have an idea.”


Later, after the daily briefing, Jack looks around at his team.

“Okay, any questions?”

“I have one,” says Tosh, trying to look serious. “Who wants to be a Godparent?”

It takes a minute for her meaning to sink in, but when it does, she and Owen are inundated with congratulations and offers. Their baby’s going to be overloaded with extra godparents!


The End


A/N2: Prompt used is ‘Who Wants To Be A Godparent?’

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Chapter 553: Closing Down

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Everything Must Go’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The recession is biting hard.


‘Closing Down Sale — Everything Must Go!’ the sign outside the small shop read. With the whole country in a recession, signs like that had become commonplace; it made Ianto sad, seeing small businesses shutting down. Soon, only superstores would remain. Ianto had always preferred smaller shops, with their individuality and variety; this had been one of his favourites.

“I can’t believe you’re closing!”

“Can’t afford to keep going any longer, the overheads are beating us.”

The following morning, the shop’s owner discovered an anonymous donor had paid all the bills for a year. The note simply read ‘Don’t give up.’


The End

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Chapter 554: A Distant World

Author's Notes: Written for For mahmfic’s quote prompt:

“Everything you can imagine is real.”
― Pablo Picasso

Summary: Ianto visits an alien world for the first time.


Stepping out of the TARDIS onto the surface of an alien planet for the first time, Ianto stared about himself in awe.

Deep blue trees and tall turquoise grasses swayed gently in a breeze that smelled of cinnamon. Yellow flowers like tiny sunbursts were everywhere, lacy insects flitting from one to another, scraps of gossamer shimmering in the light of the two suns.

“It’s so beautiful, I feel like I must be imagining it.”

Slipping his arms around Ianto from behind, Jack rested his chin on his husband’s shoulder.

“The universe is infinite. Everything you can imagine is real, somewhere.”


The End

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Chapter 555: Strange Morning

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. The first in a silly little five-part drabble series. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Morning brings some unanticipated confusion.


He groaned, opening his eyes and blinking in the dimly lit room. It was obviously a bedroom, but he wasn’t sure whose it was. He didn’t think it was his own, but then again, he wasn’t certain; he couldn’t seem to remember what his bedroom looked like. Still, he assumed he must have one somewhere, even if this wasn’t it.

There was a groan from beside him; looking, he discovered another man in bed with him.

“Hi!” said the other man. “Do I know you?”

“No idea, but we’re naked and sharing a bed; there’s a good chance we’ve met.”


TBC in ‘Problem Solving Strategy’


A/N2: Title used is ‘Do I Know You?’

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Chapter 556: Problem Solving Strategy - Sequel to ‘Strange Morning’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. The second in a silly little five-part drabble series. Prompt at the end.

Summary: The confusion continues.


“Okay, I don’t remember you, or where I am or how I got here.” The man frowned. “I don’t even remember who I am. This could be a problem. What do you remember?”

The other man looked thoughtful.

“Apparently about as much as you do. Not a thing!”

“You’re surprisingly cheerful for someone with amnesia!”

“I just woke up next to a gorgeous naked man, I figure that’s a good start to my day!”

The first man blushed.

“Right, let’s be logical. We have a mystery; we need to find out what happened last night in order to solve it.”


TBC in ‘Finding Clues’


A/N2: Title used is ‘Mystery Vs History’

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Chapter 557: Finding Clues – Sequel to ‘Problem Solving Strategy’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. The third in a silly little five-part drabble series. Prompt at the end.

Summary: The two men set about figuring things out.


There were clothes scattered around the bed, two distinct outfits, so they each dressed in what fit best.

“Right, how do we go about solving this mystery?”

“I suppose we should search for clues. What’s in your pockets?”

“Loose change, keys, and some breath mints. Yours?”

“A handkerchief. This must be my place.”

“How d’you figure that?”

“I must have emptied my pockets; why would I do that in someone else’s home?”

“Makes sense. What now?”

“Look for anything with names on, or photos, or a mobile phone.”

“On it!”

This was one challenge they couldn’t afford to turn down.


TBC in ‘Deductions’


A/N2: Title used is ‘Challenge Accepted’

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Chapter 558: Deductions – Sequel to ‘Finding Clues’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. The fourth in a silly little five-part drabble series. Prompt at the end.

Summary: The two men set about figuring things out.


Fifteen minutes later, they met up in the kitchen with what they’d found.

“Do we use our powers of deduction, like Sherlock Holmes?”

“We don’t know our own names but we remember Holmes. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

The American shrugged.

“No odder than waking with amnesia. I found bills, addressed to Ianto Jones; that must be you. And, I found these!” He held out some photos, pointing to one of the men pictured. “That’s you.”

“And that’s you! Looks like we know each other rather well. I found a diary, presumably mine.”

He flipped to the last page…


TBC in ‘Mystery Solved’


A/N2: Title used is ‘The Final Page’

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Chapter 559: Mystery Solved – Sequel to ‘Deductions’

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. The final part of my silly little five-part drabble series. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Exactly what the title says!


They read the last words in the diary.

‘If you’re reading this, don’t panic.’

“Well, that’s comforting.”

“Someone’s been reading Douglas Adams.”

The American gave him a funny look.

‘Your names are Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness.’

“Hello, Jack.”

“Hi, Ianto!”

‘You haven’t lost your memories.’

“Could’ve fooled me!”

‘Not permanently. It’s a temporary side effect.’

“Of what?”

‘You accidentally downloaded an alien database into your heads; the human brain can’t hold that much data. Your memories will return in a few hours, take the day off.

The Doctor.’


“Huh! What now?”

“We could go back to bed?”

“Good plan!”


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘Last Words’

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Chapter 560: Failed

Author's Notes: Spoilers: Meat, DW Last of the Time Lords/The Sound of Drums.#

For the prompt ‘Burn’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack mourns the space whale’s fate.


Jack stood watching the warehouse burn.

They’d failed, he had failed, and it tore him up inside. He was supposed to protect the helpless, but an innocent creature had been captured, chained and tortured. Exploited as a source of meat, carved up while it still lived.

He’d empathised with it. Not long ago he’d been the one in chains, tortured for someone else’s benefit. True, in his case it had been to entertain an insane Time Lord rather than for profit, but still…

He’d wanted so badly to save this one, but instead they’d been forced to end its suffering.

The End

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Chapter 561: Only In The Countryside!

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at end.

Summary: Jack encounters one of the hazards of the countryside.


Rift alerts in the country presented their own unique set of problems. When the Rift dumped something in the streets of Cardiff, locating it wasn’t necessarily simple but with the help of the city’s CCTV network, they could often pinpoint its location fairly accurately.

In the countryside, it was a case of searching the old-fashioned way.

“You check along the road,” Jack told Ianto, “I’ll hop over into the field and look there.”

Five minutes later, there was a yell from Jack.

“Ianto! Help?”

Looking over the fence, Ianto had to laugh; Jack had been cornered by a territorial goat!


The End


A/N: Title used is ‘The Goat’



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Chapter 562: Mornings

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Morning’

Summary: Why do mornings have to be so early?


Mornings. In Ianto’s opinion, they always arrived way too early and winter mornings were by far the worst. Plus his alarm clock always sounded so bloody cheerful he just wanted to smash it. Of course he’d have to find the damn thing first.

Sticking one hand out into the chilly air of his bedroom, he flailed about a bit, only succeeding in knocked the annoying thing onto the floor. Well, at least that shut it up. Pulling the covers further over his head, he resolutely hid from the day.

Beside him, Jack laughed.

“Really not a morning person, are you?”

The End

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Chapter 563: A Cunning Plan

Author's Notes: Written for dailyprompt 2010-10-08: I've almost finished digging my hole.

Summary: Team Torchwood have come up with a cunning plan to solve a tricky problem.


Jack tapped his earpiece.

“Ianto, how’s it going?”

“I've almost finished digging my hole. Give me five more minutes to set the trap up and we’ll be good to go. Are the rest of the team in position?”

“I checked in with them a minute ago, they’re awaiting my signal.”

“Good. Make sure you give me the heads up when they start moving in. I don’t want to still be in my hole when our guest drops in.”

“Will do.” Jack signed off with a satisfied grin. They were going to catch this damned elusive alien this time for sure!


The End

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Chapter 564: His Last Chance

Author's Notes: Written for dailyprompt 30-1-14: ‘I can’t fail’

Summary: Ianto has one last chance to convince Jack to hire him.


Ianto buttoned his shirt, tied his tie and slipped into his jacket. His only suit; he hoped it looked smart enough.

This was probably going to be his last chance to get a job with Torchwood Three. Harkness was running out of patience with him, so now it was literally do or die; his persistence would either get him hired or killed. His knees turned to jelly at the thought, but then Lisa whimpered and Ianto gathered up the shreds of his courage. He’d come too far to give up.

“This has to work, I can’t fail you, not now.”

The End


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Chapter 565: First Anniversary

Author's Notes: This one’s for red_day_dawning. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Jack and Ianto celebrate their first wedding anniversary.


On their first wedding anniversary, Jack had outdone himself. Ianto had arrived home to candlelight, a romantic home-cooked meal, expensive wine, red roses on the table and soft music playing in the background. Dessert was a deliciously decadent chocolate cake from their favourite bakery.

Jack had even given Ianto a traditional first anniversary gift — a first edition copy of Dr No.

Full of good food and wine, slow dancing wrapped in each other’s arms, Ianto leant in to kiss Jack, licking the taste of wine from his husband’s lips.

“Thank you, Jack. Happy Anniversary.”

“The first of many, I hope.”

The End

A/N2: Prompt was ‘the taste of wine’.

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Chapter 566: The Cookie Thief

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon’s prompt ‘Chocolate chip cookies’.

Summary: The team’s cookies have vanished; Ianto is determined to solve the crime.


Early that morning, Ianto had emptied a packet of chocolate-chip cookies into the biscuit tin. He clearly remembered doing so.

It wasn’t even 11am and already the tin was empty, not so much as a single chocolate chip left, just a few crumbs scattered in the bottom.

It was a mystery he fully intended to solve.

Ianto would have suspected Jack, if he hadn’t left for Flat Holm before the tin had been filled.

Following the trail of crumbs, Ianto found the culprit under the sofa, a suspiciously round-looking Flufflet.

“Caught you! Nosy, your offspring’s been at the cookies again!”

The End

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Chapter 567: All That Glitters…

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto discovers something while helping Jack move in.


It was a big step, but they’d talked it over and agreed they might as well move in together officially since they already seemed to be living together unofficially. With that in mind, Jack and Ianto were sorting through Jack’s belongings, deciding what should be moved into their flat and what should just be stored at the Hub.

Ianto was digging through an old steamer trunk when he found it, white and sparkly and extremely distinctive.

“Jack? Isn’t this one of Elvis’s stage outfits?”

Jack beamed.

“I’d forgotten I had that! Elvis gave it to me when he left earth.”


The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘All That Glitters Is Not Elvis’


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Chapter 568: Love Isn’t Blind

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at end.

Summary: Rhys loves Gwen, despite her faults.


Rhys knows with every inch of his being that Gwen’s the only one for him, although he doesn’t always know why. He’s not blind, he knows she has a roving eye, has seen her checking out that flash boss of hers and is painfully aware he doesn’t measure up in comparison

She’s not perfect. She can be shallow, self-involved, hypocritical and oblivious, but she’s also loving, caring and compassionate, and that’s the Gwen he cherishes.

After all, he’s not perfect either.

So tonight he’ll go down on one knee, say: “Gwennie, will you marry me?” and hope she says yes.


The End


A/N2: Title used was ‘Marry Me’

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Chapter 569: Can't Hold Us

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Can't Hold Us’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: The Cardiff police never stop trying.


Jack’s confident as ever, facing down the coppers trying to arrest them for breaking and entering. They’ve done neither, but Ianto doesn’t think this pair will believe that they were actually breaking out.

You’d think by now the entire Cardiff PD would know that trying to arrest Torchwood is a waste of time and taxpayers’ money; the charges never stick. Somehow though, they always run into newbies who haven’t got the message yet.

“You’re wasting your time, boys; we’re Torchwood, you can’t hold us. We answer to the crown.”

The cops can’t hold them, but they still get arrested.

Typical.


The End



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Chapter 570: A Soothing Sound

Author's Notes: For red_day_dawning’s prompt ‘Rain against the window’ a second, more cheerful fill for the prompt.

Spoilers: Slight for End of Days/Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.

Summary: Ianto lies in bed listening to the rain.


Lying in bed, snug and warm, Ianto could hear rain against his window. There was something strangely soothing about rain at night. Well, there was when you didn’t have to be out in it.

Against the backdrop of the rainfall, he could hear gentle breathing beside him. Since Jack returned from travelling with the Doctor, he’d been spending more and more nights at Ianto’s flat. It was strange to realise just how natural it felt having him there.

Jack stirred beside him.

“Can’t sleep?”

Ianto smiled in the dark.

“Just listening to the rain. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

The End

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Chapter 571: Too Easy

Author's Notes: This started out as something for comment_fic a few months ago, but I wasn’t getting anywhere with it so I turned it into a drabble instead.

Summary: Ianto enjoys teasing Jack.


“I know you’re watching me, Jack. I can feel your eyes on my arse.”

“Can you blame me? It should be illegal for you to dress like that.”

“I’m wearing a three piece suit!”

“Exactly! You know what that does to me. If I can’t have my hands all over you, at least let me undress you with my eyes.”

“Well, when you put it that way… Carry on, sir,” Ianto replied, hiding a smirk and bending over again to reach a low shelf.

Jack moaned, quite indecently.

Ianto chuckled; it was too easy to get Jack hot and bothered!

The End

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Chapter 572: Climbing The Walls

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Fences’

Summary: Small aliens are hard to catch!


Ianto felt like he was tackling an army assault course.

He scrambled through a hole in a hedge, scaled a brick wall, hurdled children’s toys strewn across a lawn, then vaulted a wooden fence, just missing the pond on the other side.

Ducking under a washing line, he could see his quarry disappearing under another fence, but knew he’d never squeeze through the gap; he’d have to go over, which would take longer. Damn it!

Small and agile, the alien kept just ahead of him through the row of backyards. It was winning… until it ran straight into Jack’s net!

The End

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Chapter 573: Trust Me

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Jack’s powers of persuasion win again…


Jack grinned at Ianto, eyes sparkling.

“Are you ready for this?”

Ianto tightened his grip.

“Probably not,” he replied, caught somewhere between wild excitement and abject terror, “but let’s do it anyway, before I change my mind!”

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it!”

“I’ve heard that before.”

As one they started to run down the slope, matching stride for stride, until suddenly, between one stride and the next, they were swooping smoothly upwards, the hillside receding beneath them. Ianto almost forgot to breathe; they were flying and the view was breathtaking!

Jack was right; he was going to love hang-gliding!

The End

A/N: Prompt was ‘Here We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder’

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Chapter 574: Home Wreckers

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Home Wreckers’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 316 earlier this year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto is less than pleased when he comes home to a mess.


Ianto stood, hands on hips, glaring stonily at the two miscreants.

“Look at this mess! I can’t believe it, I leave you alone for an hour and this is what I come back to!”

Furniture was overturned, cushions scattered about, the rug was crumpled against the skirting board, dirty dishes and crumbs were strewn across the floorboards… It looked like a small tornado had swept though the house.

“What do you have to say for yourselves?”

Jack and Nosy hung their heads in shame

“We’re sorry, but there was this really big spider…”

Ianto just sighed and rolled his eyes.


The End

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Chapter 575: Truly, Madly, Bradley

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Sadly, Madly, Bradley’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. This one ended up as a triple drabble.

Summary: A piece of alien tech falls into the wrong hands, leading to an unusual problem.


Bradley Evans was pretty much like most other teenaged boys. He was passionate about rugby, like any sensible Welsh bloke, found girls both fascinating and baffling, which was why he hadn’t found the courage to ask Amy Fisher out yet, and he’d far rather goof off than do homework.

So, he was a perfectly normal boy until the day he found a strange object on his way home from school. It was sort of like a Rubik’s cube but not. It had nine sides with nine flashing lights on each side and its shape made it difficult to look at.


OoOoO


Naturally, Bradley was immediately hooked. He sauntered down the road, pressing different combinations of buttons, until suddenly the thing beeped, all the lights turned blue, and looking up, Bradley fell head over heels in love.

Across town, Torchwood had picked up a small Rift spike and set out to investigate. Anytime the Rift deposited something in a populated area, there was a chance it would be discovered by an one of Cardiff’s citizens, and that was clearly what had happened on this occasion as when the reached the coordinates of the Rift spike, the object was nowhere to be found.


OoOoO


It took precious time to track their target from its point of arrival to its current position, so when they caught up with Bradley it was already too late.

“Oh dear,” said Jack, caught between concern and amusement, “we may have a slight problem.”

“Why? What is it?” asked Gwen.

“Nifty little device. It’s used to store emotions and play them back, but they’re very sensitive. If you press the wrong combination of buttons, the effects can be unpredictable.”

“No kidding,” groused Owen. “Any suggestions on what to do with a kid who’s fallen in love with a lamp post?”


The End

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Chapter 576: Finding Happiness

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘Happy’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: It hasn’t been an easy road for Jack and Ianto, but it’s certainly been worthwhile.


It had been a long road for them both. There’d been pain and heartbreak, loss and loneliness, anger and betrayal on both sides, but they’d never given up on each other even though they’d come close a few times.

Nothing truly worthwhile ever came easily. Relationships were hard work, requiring patience and commitment, but the rewards were worth the effort they’d put in.

They’d overcome every obstacle that had been thrown in their path to reach this point, and as they stood before family and friends, vowing to love each other forever, Jack and Ianto knew they’d found true happiness.

The End

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Chapter 577: Unprepared

Author's Notes: This one’s for milady_dragon. Prompt at the end. It’s also a double drabble.

Summary: Ianto is prepared for anything. Usually.


Ianto was feeling hard done by, not to mention rather sore and itchy.

It shouldn’t have happened. Under normal circumstances, he was prepared for any eventuality, but somehow this time he hadn’t been and now he was paying the price.

The Rift alarm had gone off mid-morning, so he and Jack had headed out of Cardiff, under overcast Welsh skies, to find whatever had fallen through. Whatever it had been, it hadn’t survived the trip. As they’d trekked back and forth gathering scraps of debris, the sun had come out, so Ianto had removed his jacket, leaving just his shirt.

That turned out to be a big mistake. Whatever had possessed him to put on a black shirt that morning? Wandering around bent double, searching for any stray fragments, the sun had been beating down on his back the entire time, but he didn’t realise until he straightened up that it had scorched him right through the thin cotton.

Now he looked like a cooked lobster.

Owen was enjoying his predicament way too much; he’d find himself on decaf for the foreseeable future if he wasn’t careful.

But honestly, this was Wales, who would have imagined needing sunscreen in October?

The End


A/N: Prompt was ‘Ianto gets a sunburn’



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Chapter 578: The Waif

Author's Notes: For kul_breez’s prompt ‘Gwen gets a kitten’, and also for Francine S who wanted something nice with Gwen and Rhys. I hope this is suitable. It’s a quadruple drabble.

Summary: Gwen finds a homeless waif.


Gwen was on her way home, on foot because her car was in the shop, when she heard a muffled mewing coming from the alley she was passing. Going to investigate, she found a small grey kitten with its head stuck in a box.

She carefully lifted the little creature and eased the box off its head, tossing it into a nearby dumpster, then placed the kitten back on the ground.

“There you go. Try to be more careful in future,” she told it as she turned to leave. She’d promised Rhys she would be home at a decent time.


OoOoOoO


As she reached the end of the alley, Gwen heard a scampering sound coming from behind and then the kitten was in front of her, looking up and mewing.

“Sorry. Cute as you are, I don’t need a kitten. I work long hours, I wouldn’t have time to look after you.”

The kitten patted at her dangling bag handle then as she moved away, it started stalking her foot, pouncing clumsily on her toe. Worried she’d step on it, Gwen was forced to stop. A little grey face peered up at her, blinking big yellow eyes. It was certainly persistent.


OoOoOoO


“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” Gwen called as she stepped through the door. “I got waylaid.”

“Oh aye?” said Rhys, coming to meet her. “By work again, was it?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not completely certain,” Gwen admitted, frowning.

“Is that a kitten?” Rhys could hardly believe his eyes as a small grey head popped out of his wife’s bag.

“Looks like one, doesn’t it?” Gwen’s eyes were wide with innocence, just like the kitten’s.

Rhys grinned.

“Cute little fella, isn’t he.” He scratched the kitten’s head, earning himself a loud purr.

“I think it’s a girl,” said Gwen.


OoOoOoO


Owen checked his scanner.

“Nope, no Rift energy. What you have here is one hundred percent genuine earth kitten. Scraggly little thing isn’t it? Looks like rat bait.”

“Owen!” Gwen cried, horrified.

“’Ere, don’t talk about her like that!” Rhys held his big hands over the kitten’s tiny ears. “She’s very sensitive.”

Owen snorted disparagingly.

“It’s just a cat,” he muttered, slamming the door behind him.

“So,” said Gwen, peering up at Rhys from under her fringe, “can we keep her?”

Rhys scratched the kitten with one big finger.

“I reckon we don’t have any choice.”

The kitten just purred.


TBC in ‘A Playmate For Nosy’



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Chapter 579: A Playmate For Nosy - Sequel to ‘The Waif’

Author's Notes: For kul_breez’s prompts ‘Gwen gets a kitten’ and ‘Where do you take a restless Nosy to burn off some energy?’ It’s a quintuple drabble. I think I got a bit carried away.

Summary: Nosy gets a new playmate.


Torchwood Three’s abandoned storage warehouse had been converted by the team into an indoor play park so Nosy could burn off excess energy.

Mickey, Andy and Ianto had constructed a sort of cross between a jungle gym and a dog agility course, with hanging tyres, pipes to slither through, slides, poles to weave between and all manner of obstacles to climb over, under and through. There was even a dust bath to help Nosy keep its fluff in good condition.

Nosy loved it.

Twice a week, it was driven across town for exercise.

Then one day, it got a playmate.


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Gwen’s kitten, now half grown, was a ball of energy. With no garden to play in, she had started to tear around the flat so fast that at times she was actually scampering along the walls like one of those motorcycle riders on the wall of death.

Rhys was terrified she’d hurt herself. Gwen was more concerned about the shredded curtains and claw marks on the walls and floors. Then there was the damage to their clothes…

Pre-kitten, she’d thought that only dogs chewed shoes.

In desperation, Gwen loaded Tribble (Rhys’ idea) into her carrier and headed for the warehouse.


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Thursday was one of Nosy’s exercise days; when Gwen arrived, it was having fun slithering at high speed around its specially constructed track

Gwen was a bit nervous. Nosy was so big and Tribble, for all her energy, was still only small. But as Ianto had reminded her, Velvet was even smaller and Nosy was always very careful with her.

Nosy slithered over with Ianto and Jack to see what was going on, so Gwen set the carrier on the floor in front of it. The two creatures sniffed at each other. Nosy hummed softly and Tribble started purring loudly.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Once Gwen was sure it would be safe, she opened the carrier and let Tribble out. The kitten immediately licked Nosy’s snout, then crouched, waggling her bottom and pouncing on her new playmate.

Nosy tried to copy her, waggling its own tail, but quickly found that Fluffs aren’t really designed for pouncing. Not that it mattered. The pair were soon chasing each other around, climbing over everything, as if they’d always played together, although Ianto objected quite loudly when Tribble decided to climb up his leg.

The humans retreated to a bench against the wall and watched their pets play.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


After playing together all afternoon, it was time for Nosy and Tribble to part company.

Gwen picked up the weary kitten, stuffing her unceremoniously back in her carrier where she soon fell asleep.

“I hope she’s worn out enough not to cause mayhem for a few days,” she said with a grin. “I don’t think Rhys’ heart can take much more of her daredevil act! Same time on Sunday?”

“Rift permitting,” agreed Jack. “It’ll do Nosy good having a playmate. Velvet is too old to scamper around these days.”

With Nosy trailing behind them, they headed back to their car.


The End

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Chapter 580: Adventures In Kitten Sitting - Sequel to ‘A Playmate For Nosy’

Author's Notes: A final instalment to Tribble’s story. It’s another quintuple drabble.

Summary: Ianto, Jack & Nosy are kitty-sitting.


Jack and Ianto were kitten sitting while Gwen and Rhys were away on holiday. It would be their last chance to go away as a couple before their baby was due in a few months, so they’d wanted to make the most of it.

Tribble wasn’t really a kitten any more; she was about a year old and had calmed down quite a bit, thanks to her twice-weekly play-dates with Nosy, which burned off a lot of her excess energy. She’d grown into a sleek, elegant and very affectionate cat who was always curious about whatever her humans were doing.

~~~~~~~

As with a lot of curious cats, that got her into a few predicaments but so far she’d managed to avoid any really serious accidents, mostly due to Gwen and Rhys’ constant vigilance.

Ianto was starting to understand why Rhys had warned him to double-check all appliances for unexpected cat before switching them on. He’d just removed her from the tumble drier for the second time and the night before, Jack had only just managed to grab her before she tried to get in the oven, presumably to see what was cooking.

Affectionate though she was, she wasn’t very bright.

~~~~~~~~

Jack and Ianto had moved out of the Hub a few weeks earlier. Their new apartment had once been the upper floors of the warehouse which housed the Fluff Gymnasium, as they’d taken to calling Nosy’s play area.

During construction, they’d made sure to include an underground garage, so Nosy could go home with them every night. It had its own room, with access to the gym via a spiral staircase, so it could play down there whenever it wanted, and because Nosy was considered relatively sensible, Tribble was allowed to play down there too, under the Fluff’s watchful eye.

~~~~~~~

However, while everyone was at the Hub during the day, the cat had to be restricted to a couple of rooms, for her safety and everyone else’s peace of mind. She was always eager to greet them on their return from work, rubbing around Jack and Ianto’s legs and head butting Nosy, purring loudly.

The two unlikely friends played happily together while dinner was prepared, and every night, after their meal, Tribble would set about her self-appointed task of trying to wash Nosy. It was amusing to watch one small, grey cat valiantly licking away at the long, fluffy alien.

~~~~~~~

Despite the long-suffering looks it threw at its humans, Nosy was very tolerant of Tribble’s attentions, lying still while it was enthusiastically groomed until the small cat gave up and fell asleep, draped over the Fluff like a grey fur stole.

So things went throughout the two weeks their houseguest remained with them.

When Gwen and Rhys got home, they immediately went to collect their pet; they’d both missed her.

“Hope she’s not been any trouble,” said Rhys.

“No more than expected,” Ianto replied wryly, making Gwen laugh.

As Tribble was carried away, Nosy sighed with relief. Peace at last!


The End

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Chapter 581: A Quiet Drink

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘A Quiet Drink’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: All they wanted was a quiet drink after work…


After a long but boring day of paperwork, Jack had invited Ianto out for a quiet drink.

They’d headed for their favourite pub, where the atmosphere was friendly and they could relax and chat without needing to shout to make themselves heard.

The evening had started out fine; they’d settled at a table, sipping beer and sharing a plate of chips. Then a stag party on a pub-crawl staggered in and everything had devolved into chaos as a bar fight broke out.

Wading in to separate the combatants, Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack.

So much for their quiet evening.

The End

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Chapter 582: Naughty Or Nice?

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 320 – Bad Santa at tw100.

Summary: Jack takes role-play to a whole new level.


Ianto was working busily in the archives, filing, when two red-clad arms wrapped around him from behind and white whiskers tickled against his ear.

“Ho ho ho,” a sexy American-accented voice whispered as a hand slipped lower to grope him. “What do we have here, a gift for Santa? Tell me, have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“Seriously Jack? Are you planning on corrupting every childhood memory I have?” Ianto turned to see ‘Santa’ pouting.

“Just thought it might be fun.”

That pout got him every time. Ianto sighed then smirked wickedly.

“Oh, I’ve been very bad, Santa!”


The End

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Chapter 583: Shakespearience

Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘The Ice Cream Man Cometh’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Apologies for the mangled medieval English!

Summary: An alien device is giving Owen a major headache, even though he’s not the one who’s affected.


“Hark! Dost thou hear? The Ice Cream Man cometh!” Ianto proclaimed grandly.

“Forsooth!” Jack replied. “Methinks thy ears dost not deceive thee, verily, the Ice Cream van approaches!”

“Wouldst thou mayhap partake of the good man’s wares?”

“Aye, certes! Let us forthwith go thither…”

“Stay right where you are!” Owen’s tone brooked no argument. “If you want ice cream, I’ll get it. You’re not goin’ out there sounding like medieval ponces!”

“Zounds! Thou art aright. Let us abide, Ianto.”

“Tosh, please tell me the effects of that bloody device will wear off soon! Otherwise I’ll be forced to kill them!”


The End

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Chapter 584: A Bit Of A Snag…

Author's Notes: For the one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Jack and the team have hit a bit of a snag and need Ianto’s help.


“Ianto! You there?” Jack’s voice came through the comms. loud and clear.

“What’s up?”

“We’ve hit kind of a snag, could use a hand.”

“Right, on my way. Need me to bring anything?”

“Um, yeah. Retcon. And a ladder?”

“Okay, mind explaining? What happened to the Hoix?”

“Bagged, but there’s a witness.”

“That explains the Retcon, but I’m getting the feeling you’re not telling me everything. Why d’you need a ladder?”

“Ah, well Mrs Dewhurst saw the Hoix and panicked. Not quite sure how she managed to get that far up a fir tree, but…”

“Ladder. Got it.”

“Thanks, Ianto.”


The End


A/N: Prompt used was ‘And A Dewhurst Up A Fir Tree’

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Chapter 585: Covert Activities

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.


Summary: The three men carry out a covert plan to impress their significant others.


“Are ya sure this is a good idea?” Rhys sounded dubious.

“Trust me,” Ianto replied confidently. “Our partners will be impressed that we’ve made the effort. This is important. We don’t want to show them up on the big night. Not in front of UNIT’s top brass.”

“And that’s the only reason I’m doin’ this,” Owen grumbled. “Tosh is nervous enough already, without me letting ‘er down.”

“So we’re agreed?”

“Let’s do it.”

Six weeks later, at UNIT’s New Year Ball, the three friends proved their dancing lessons had been worthwhile, as they showed of moves worthy of Fred Astaire.


The End

A/N: Prompt used was ‘The Three Astaires’

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Chapter 586: Stars

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Stars’

Summary: Something is puzzling Ianto…


Ianto rolled onto his back and lay staring up at the stars.

Something wasn’t quite right, but for a minute he couldn’t work out what. Then it came to him.

Stars.

How the hell could there be stars when he was in bed in Jack’s bunker?

He poked Jack in the ribs.

“Jack?”

“Mmmmph?”

“Stars!”

Jack peered up, smiling sleepily.

“Pretty.”

“There shouldn’t be stars underground!”

“S’okay, they’re not real.”

Ianto frowned.

“What d’you mean?”

“That thing we found is a projector. I finally got it working, wanted to surprise you. Don’t you like it?”

Ianto thought, then smiled.

“Pretty.”

The End

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Chapter 587: Forever In Blue Jeans

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Ianto is tormenting Jack without even being aware of it.


They were just an old pair of jeans, the colour washed out and the once-stiff denim softened by frequent wear. There were rips here and there, one rear pocket was missing and the seat had been patched a few times, but they fit comfortably, perfectly moulded to Ianto’s arse and Jack was unable to look away. It was driving him crazy!

Ianto seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on his lover as he painstakingly weeded his back garden. Every time Ianto bent over, Jack had to stifle a groan. Those trousers should be registered as a deadly weapon!


The End


A/N2: Title used is ‘Ordeal By Trousers’

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Chapter 588: Caught Unawares - Sequel to ‘Forever In Blue Jeans’

Author's Notes: Because of the comments I got on the previous drabble, I was inspired to write this one. It’s a double drabble.

For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Ianto gets a surprise!


His first day off in a month was warm and sunny, so Ianto decided to take advantage of the weather to do a spot of gardening. He’d been neglecting his little garden and the weeds were taking over. Pulling on his gardening trousers, a pair of patched and faded denims he would’ve thrown out long ago if they hadn’t been so comfortable, he popped his earphones in, turned up the volume, and stepped out into the sunshine.

Weeding was relaxing and Ianto was lost in his own little world when suddenly a hand grabbed his arse. With a yelp, he leapt up, the point of his elbow colliding with something solid, and spun around to find Jack sprawled on the lawn, clutching his eye.

“Fuck, Jack, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Ianto removed his earphones.

“Owowow! What was that for?”

“You grabbed my arse!”

“You were wriggling it about, I thought you wanted me to!”

“I didn’t even know you were there, I had my earphones in! What’re you doing here, didn’t you have a meeting today?”

“It got cancelled so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Congratulations, you succeeded!”

“Sorry.”

“Apology accepted. You okay?”

“I’ll live.”


The End


A/N2: Prompt used was ‘Beware of the Elbow’

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Chapter 589: A Slight Emergency…

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 321 – It’s Snowing Where? at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has a possible emergency situation.


Alone in his office, Jack was actually trying to make some headway with his paperwork when his phone started ringing.

“Ianto! What can I do for you? Please tell me there’s an emergency so I can take a break from trying to make sense of Owen’s expenses.”

“Possibly. I think I know what that thing we found yesterday is.”

“Oooh, do tell!”

“It appears to be some kind of localised weather control device.”

“How’d you figure that out?”

“Well, I bumped into it, it lit up, and now it’s snowing in the archives and I can’t turn it off! Help?”


The End

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Chapter 590: Reflective Butterfly - Sequel To Chapter 171 - ‘Restrictive Butterfly’

Author's Notes: Thanks to musicaluvr for nudging me about this series; I have a couple of instalments written, but I’m a bit stuck to continue. Have to give it some attention when I can find the time.

Summary: Tosh ponders over Torchwood’s new guest.


With little to do while waiting for the team to arrive in the vicinity of the Rift spike, Tosh found herself sitting quietly, watching her reflection in her monitors as the butterfly on her head calmly preened. It really was very soothing, she mused. Ianto had been right about the scalp massage too.

She let her thoughts drift, wondering where the butterfly was from. Was it intelligent? Did it understand how it had come to earth?

It was so much larger than earth butterflies. What sort of world did it come from? Maybe everything there was on a bigger scale.

TBC in ‘Communicative Butterfly’


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Chapter 591: Snow And Tell - Sequel to ‘A Slight Emergency…’

Author's Notes: Ianto was getting upset about the snow in the archives damaging sensitive artefacts and ruining paperwork. He wanted something done about it, and you know I can never say no when he begs so sweetly…

Summary: What do you do with a machine that’s causing snow in an inconvenient place?


Jack frowned at the bulky, heavy device they’d manhandled down to the archives the previous day. Tosh’s tests had indicated it was inoperative, but there it sat, glowing happily as snow fell around it. He folded his arms and frowned at Ianto.

“I hope you realise I don’t know how to turn it off either.”

“Figures. But yeah, I guessed that. I just need help moving it somewhere the snowfall won’t cause damage while we figure it out.”

“Now that I can do.”

oOo

Two hours later, Owen came haring up to Jack’s office.

“Jack, it’s snowing in the bloody showers!”


The End (I’m almost sure this time).

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Chapter 592: Jack In Wonderland

Author's Notes: For crazycatt71. Prompt at the end.


Summary: Jack’s in his own kind of paradise!


In Jack’s opinion, this was pretty close to heaven. Stepping through the doors he looked around with a huge smile on his face.

“Focus, Jack. I know how you get in these places but we’re only here for some essentials, so please try to restrain yourself,” Ianto reminded him in an amused tone.

“But there’s so much here! And it’s all so tempting! Oooh, we have to have some of these!” Jack picked up a packet and waved it in Ianto’s face.

Ianto sighed and shook his head.

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you to an office supply store!”

The End

A/N: Prompt was ‘Office supply store’

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Chapter 593: A Fezzy Tale

Author's Notes: This one’s for KitandMip. Prompt at the end

Summary: Ianto spots something a bit strange in the Hub.


Ianto was busying himself around the Hub when he spotted something odd. He was so busy looking that he would’ve walked into the wall if Jack hadn’t stopped him in time.

“Whoa there, eyes front when walking! What were you looking at?”

“Hmmm? Oh, Nosy. Is that a Fez it’s wearing?”

“Huh. Looks like it. That’s odd, wonder where it found a Fez.”

“Who knows?”

“It rather suits Nosy, don’t you think?”

Ianto looked thoughtful.

“Strangely enough, yeah.”

Nosy slithered past, humming happily.

It really liked the new hat the man in the bowtie had given it. Fezzes were cool!


The End


A/N2: Prompt was ‘Someone wears a Fez’

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Chapter 594: The Swarm

Author's Notes: Written For: Challenge 322 – Feast at tw100. You didn’t really expect me to write about Christmas dinner, did you?

Summary: Cardiff has its own Christmas invasion.


They hadn’t come through the Rift, which was odd but not unprecedented; they’d just appeared. Dozens of spiky, ping-pong ball sized creatures, with one thought on their tiny minds. ‘Feast! Feast! Feast!’

With Team Torchwood in pursuit, they swarmed through central Cardiff in the pre-dawn hours, devouring every scrap of tinsel in the municipal Christmas decorations and growing to the size of tennis balls. Then with a popping sound, one after another they vanished, leaving devastation behind.

Ianto surveyed the remains of the decorations.

“How do we explain that to Cardiff Council?”

Jack shrugged. “Think they’d believe it was Gremlins?”


The End

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Chapter 595: Puzzling Pictures

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Owen’s been out taking recon photographs…


Jack was studying the photos Owen had taken of a warehouse they suspected was being used by alien smugglers.

“I can’t make this one out. I can see that one’s the corner of the warehouse, and this one is the top of a bus, but this one I can’t make head or tail of.” He waved a photograph in front of Owen’s face.

Owen grabbed Jack’s wrist to hold the picture still.

“It’s upside down. It might be my foot.”

Jack turned it around. “Oh yeah!” He looked at Owen, frowning. “Guess you haven’t quite grasped the art of photography.”


The End


A/N2: Prompt used was ‘The Art of Photography’

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Chapter 596: Jack’s Wheely Bad Day

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Jack is in serious trouble this time!


Phone clasped to one ear, Ianto stalked through the Hub, grabbing his coat and the SUV keys.

The others couldn’t help overhearing his side of the conversation, mostly because he was yelling rather loudly.

“What d’you mean the wheel’s come off? I loaned you my car for a simple recon, because you said my Audi was less conspicuous! What the hell were you doing?” He paused, listening to Jack. “I don’t care whose fault it was, you’ll get it fixed or you’re a dead man!”

“I wouldn’t wanna be Jack,” Owen muttered as Ianto stormed out.

“Me neither,” Tosh agreed.


The End


A/N2: Prompt Used was ‘Look Whose Wheel's Come Off’

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Chapter 597: Christmas Cards

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘should we send a card to...’

Summary: Jack and Ianto are out buying Christmas cards for family and friends…


Ianto picked up a Christmas card to see if it was suitable for Rhiannon and Johnny. Too flowery and sentimental; he picked up another.

“Jack, should we send a card to Her Majesty? She did send us on that wonderful honeymoon cruise aboard her yacht.”

“Definitely,” Jack agreed, looking at the card Ianto was holding. “Not one of those though, a funny one. Something like this.” He held up a rather rude joke card and laughed at Ianto’s shocked expression.

“Hey, Lizzie may be Queen but she’s got a wicked sense of humour. It’s why we get along so well!”

The End

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Chapter 598: Christmas In The Sun

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Christmas in a tropical location.’ Okay, so Australia may not technically be tropical, but it’s where Ianto decided he wanted to go.

Summary: Ianto wants to go away for Christmas.


“What’re these?” Jack gestured at the stack of colourful magazines.

“Holiday brochures. I thought we could go away for Christmas this year. We’re not really needed at Torchwood these days, it would be good to get away for a bit,” Ianto explained.

Jack flipped through the brochures.

“You want to spend Christmas in Australia? Why?”

“Because I never have. I want to know what it’s like to have a Christmas barbecue, laze around on the beach and for once not freeze my arse off in wet, windy Cardiff.”

Jack thought about Ianto in shorts and smiled.

“When do we leave?”


The End

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Chapter 599: Torchwood On Ice

Author's Notes: For angelsphonebox’s prompt ‘Ice Skating’ I got a bit carried away – have a set of 5 drabbles.

Summary: The Torchwood team go ice-skating.


Tosh had never tried ice-skating before. Technically, she still wasn’t; she was frozen to the spot, clinging to Owen like a fuzzy limpet in her fluffy coat.

“Tosh, sweetheart, you need to relax. I won’t let you fall.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Don’t you trust me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wonderful, I’m marrying a woman who doesn’t know if she trusts me!”

She glared at him.

“I don’t like ice, it’s slippery!”

“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the point! Come on, I’ve got you; slide your foot forward.”

Reluctantly doing as he asked, she wondered how Owen talked her into these things.


OoOoOoOoO


Skating past, hand in hand with Rhys, Gwen smiled at Tosh’s tentative first attempts at skating.

“Remember the first time you took me skating,” she asked, hugging his arm.

“Oh aye, I remember! Had bruises all up my arms for weeks from where your fingers dug in,” he chuckled.

“I was terrible, wasn’t I, even worse than Tosh,” Gwen giggled, remembering. “Fell over so many times, my arse was black and blue!”

“But you always got up and tried again. Had to drag you off the ice in the end, wouldn’t quit until you’d got it. You made me proud.”


OoOoOoOoO


Out in the middle of the ice, Jack and Ianto were chasing each other, laughing and showing off with small jumps and spins. Ianto hadn’t skated since he was in his mid teens, but it was apparently one of those things that once learned, you never forgot. He was a bit rusty, but being on the ice again made him feel as carefree as it used to ten years before.

Jack couldn’t stop smiling; it was good to see Ianto having so much fun. Sometimes even Ianto seemed forget how young he was, weighed down by the pressures of work.


OoOoOoOoO


Ianto skidded to a halt in front of Jack.

“You look happy!” he commented.

“I was just thinking the same about you. You should smile like that more often.”

“It feels good to be doing something just for fun. I’d almost forgotten what that felt like. This was a good idea, Jack. I think the others are enjoying it too.”

“We’ve all been working too hard lately, we need to make time to enjoy life.”

“You won’t get any argument from me. Come on, race you round the rink, loser buys the drinks!” Laughing, Ianto raced off, Jack right behind.


OoOoOoOoO


Andy and Mickey looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Work with a right bunch of nutters, don’t we,” said Andy.

“Makes life interesting though, don’t it,” Mickey replied.

“True enough. You ever skate before?”

Mickey shook his head.

“Nah. But if Captain Cheesecake can do it, how hard can it be?”

Stepping onto the ice, Mickey’s feet shot off in different directions and with a yelp he collapsed in a heap.

Smothering a laugh, Andy offered him a hand up.

“Okay, maybe not as easy at it looks.”

“Guess I finally get to teach you something,” Andy smirked.


The End

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Chapter 600: Freak Accident

Author's Notes: For star54kar. Prompt at the end.

Summary: You’d think by now Torchwood would be used to the unexpected, but some things are more unexpected than others…


“Sorry, Jack,” Ianto said apologetically as they waited for the ambulance, “I guess this means we won’t be going on our skiing trip after all.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. This wasn’t your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.”

“Where d’you get that idea? You didn’t break my leg.”

“You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“Chasing Weevils is part of our job. Besides, I volunteered, I wasn’t forced.”

“I know, but still…”

“It was a freak accident,” Ianto said firmly. “No one could have predicted I’d get run down by a bobsled in Cardiff.”


The End


A/N2: Prompt was ‘bobsled’


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Chapter 601: Unexpected Visitors

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 323 – Unexpected Visitors at tw100.

Summary: Unexpected visitors; they’re a fact of life for Torchwood, but that doesn’t mean they’re welcome.


When you live on a Rift in time and space, unexpected visitors are the norm. Any time, any day, aliens or misplaced humans can get dumped in Cardiff’s streets and you just never know what it’s going to be next. Some are friendly, some are bent on invading the earth, some are simply lost, but Torchwood is responsible for dealing with them all. That doesn’t allow for many days off.

So when Ianto does eventually get a day off, all he wants is to relax and have a lie in. And what does he get?

Unexpected visitors of course.

Typical.


The End

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Chapter 602: Happy Christmas

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘volunteering on Christmas’. Well sort of anyway. This one’s a double drabble.

Summary: Jack’s alone and lonely on Christmas Day – but not for long!


Slumped at Tosh’s workstation, Jack wallowed in the unfairness of life.

Christmas Day. The one day a year he could guarantee he’d be spending alone. His team were off with loved ones, or willing strangers, just as every team through the years always was on December 25th.

Not that he begrudged them the time with their families and friends, but even when he’d had a family to spend time with he’d been expected to work over Christmas. Torchwood’s indentured servant, obliged to do as he was told or suffer the consequences. Lucia had never understood that it wasn’t his choice.


OoOoOoOoO


His maudlin thoughts were interrupted by the cog door opening. Looking up, he saw an overburdened figure struggling through. Pretty much all Jack could see was a pair of long, jeans-clad legs and sturdy boots.

“Jack, if you’re there, I could use a hand with this lot.”

There was no mistaking those delicious Welsh vowels. Jack hastened to unload his partner.

“Ianto? What’re you doing here? I thought you’d be spending Christmas with your sister.”

“Where’d you get that idea?”

“You said Christmas was for spending with family.”

“It is. You’re my family too, Jack. Happy Christmas.”

And it was.


The End

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Chapter 603: Festival Of Trees

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘celebrating a holiday other than Christmas’ This is a quadruple drabble.

Merry Christmas or Happy Holiday to all my readers!


Summary: Jack teaches Ianto more about Boeshane traditions.


Jack and Ianto were sprawled on the couch at their house, too stuffed with Christmas dinner to even think of moving.

“Did you celebrate Christmas on Boeshane,” Ianto asked idly.

Jack shook his head.

“No. By then earth traditions had practically died out. When humans started travelling beyond earth, their traditions mixed with those of the alien cultures we ran into until no one really remembered the old ways anymore. All that remained were jumbled up bits and pieces that made no sense. Each colony developed its own celebrations to fit themselves and the worlds they lived on,” he explained.

~~~

“It seems weird to think of a future with no Christmas,” Ianto said sadly. “To me it’s like a ray of hope during the darkest part of winter.”

“Most planets, those with seasons anyway, developed their own midwinter celebrations. On Boeshane, ours was called the Festival of the Trees.”

“I’m guessing that had something to do with your family trees?” Ianto raised an eyebrow.

“You guess right! On the shortest day, families gathered at their tree and decorated it, then held hands in a circle around it and each said what they were thankful for. Like Christmas and Thanksgiving combined.”

~~~

“Sounds lovely. You know, we should do that with our tree!” Ianto said with a smile.

“There’s only two of us though.”

“Well, it’s only a small tree. Besides, every family has to start somewhere. We might only be two people with a very small tree, but our tree will grow with our family.”

“True. We’d better go easy with the decorations this year though, don’t want to overburden it.”

Ianto levered himself up off the sofa.

“We have some leftover tinsel and the pinecones David and Mica decorated with glitter.”

“Perfect! You find those while I get our coats.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, wrapped in coats, scarves and woolly hats, they stood in their backyard, either side of their little tree, festooning it with tinsel and pinecones. Ianto made a mental note to get something less gaudy for next year.

When the decorations were hung, they joined hands around the sapling, smiling at each other through its slender branches.

Ianto spoke first.

“I’m thankful for my family, friends and the chance to spend eternity with the man I love.”

Jack swallowed hard.

“I’m thankful for the love of this amazing man; because of him, I don’t dread the future anymore.”


The End


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Chapter 604: A Traditional Boxing Day

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 323 – Unexpected Visitors at tw100.

Summary: Doesn’t everyone get unexpected visitors at Christmas?


Jack and Ianto sprawled on the sofa, watching some daft movie while dinner was cooking. It was Boxing Day, the day when there’s still more than half the turkey left, but that’s fine because no one’s tired of eating it yet.

Christmas was perfect this year, just the two of them enjoying a few days off and being traditionally festive, with crackers, paper hats and bad jokes.

The peace was abruptly shattered by a familiar sound as the TARDIS materialised and the Doctor burst out, his latest companion in tow.

“Merry Christmas!”

Ianto raised an eyebrow. “You’re a day late!”


The End

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Chapter 605: Tropical Vacation

Author's Notes: For mahmfic’s prompt ‘Christmas in a tropical location.’ Okay, so I have the tropical location, but without Christmas. *shrugs* Close enough!

Summary: Jack and Ianto escape to the sun.


Summer in Cardiff had been abysmal, cold and rainy with barely a glimmer of sunshine. Ianto had been starting to feel as dull and grey as the weather when Jack had surprised him with plane tickets and a brochure showing an idyllic beachside cabana in the Caribbean. He’d needed no persuasion to pack.

Less than forty-eight hours later, here they were in a tropical island paradise, well basted with sunscreen, stretched out side by side in beach chairs, sipping cold fruit juice and listening to the shushing sound of waves against the white sands.

Life didn’t get better than this!


The End


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Chapter 606: Communicative Butterfly – Sequel To ‘Reflective Butterfly’

Author's Notes: Have another instalment in the Butterfly Series!

Summary: Tosh begins to learn about the butterfly.


As Tosh continued to muse over the butterfly, images started to enter her mind.

Vast, open plains full of gigantic blossoms in vivid colours, three suns in a violet sky and air that smelled like ripe peaches.

She could feel the gentle warmth of the suns. All were at greater distances from the planet than Sol was from earth, but their combined heat made it feel like summer.

A shining city rose from the plains in the distance and everywhere the air was filled with fluttering wings.

The butterfly on her head remained motionless as it showed her its world.


TBC in ‘Distractive Butterfly’

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Chapter 607: Supermarket Blues

Author's Notes: For ladymadariaga. Prompt at the end.

Summary: Ianto and Jack go food shopping with their daughter, but someone is misbehaving.


Ianto was already regretting taking Jack and their two-year-old daughter shopping with him.

“Put that back where you got it,” he said sternly, earning a pout and beseeching, wide blue eyes. He was unmoved. “That doesn’t work on me. Put it back, you know what you get if you don’t do as you’re told.” The giant bag of chocolates was reluctantly returned to the shelf. “You eat far too many sweets anyway. We’ll get some fresh fruit.”

“Don’t want fruit.”

“Tough luck!”

Ianto looked at his daughter.

“Can’t take your daddy anywhere, can we?”

Meriel shook her head.

“Naughty daddy.”


The End


A/N: ladymadariaga asked for Ianto suffering a childish Jack. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 608: The Greener Option

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 288 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use.

Summary: Ianto’s not too sure about the transportation Jack has acquired for his family.


“Jack, that’s a tandem.” Ianto stared in bewilderment at the bicycle Jack had just wheeled into Torchwood’s garage. “Is that a child seat at the back?”

“Yep!” Jack grinned happily at his husband. “Isn’t it brilliant? I thought this way the three of us could go to the park without worrying about finding a parking spot!”

“You’re mad! Can you even ride a bike?”

“It’s been a while, but like they say: you never forget how. Plus it’s environmentally friendly!”

Ianto sighed. He was starting to regret suggesting to Jack that Torchwood should be doing more to protect the environment.


The End


A/N: Prompt used was ‘A Bicycle Made For Three’

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Chapter 609: Stuffed

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 324 – Ate Too Much at tw100.

Summary: Team Torchwood are even more stuffed than the Christmas turkey was!


“I hope there aren’t any Rift alerts,” Tosh sighed. “I’m so stuffed I don’t think I can move.”

“We look like a bunch of beached whales,” Owen agreed. “Why’d we let Rhys cook our Christmas dinner?”

“Because I volunteered?” Rhys cracked open one eye.

“That and you’re a fantastic cook,” Ianto smirked.

“I try. You lot are doin’ the washin’ up though.”

“Later.”

“Ah, Christmas; that special time of year when everyone eats too much and spends the afternoon sleeping it off. I love old Earth traditions!” Jack smiled; he looked like the cat that had eaten the whole turkey!


The End

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Chapter 610: Resolutions

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 324 – New Year’s Resolutions at tw100

Summary:It’s New Year’s Day at Torchwood.


“Happy New Year everybody!” Gwen called out cheerfully, bounding into the Hub and throwing herself into her chair.

“You’re disgustingly chipper after last night,” Owen muttered, scowling.

“Well, unlike some people I could name, I drank sensibly. It’s my new year’s resolution,” she informed Owen with a smug smile. “So, anyone else make resolutions?”

“I resolved not to strangle annoyingly cheerful colleagues. Wish I hadn’t now,” Owen groused.

Gwen stuck her tongue out.

“I resolved to never make resolutions ever again,” said Ianto, distributing coffees.

“That’s the most sensible resolution I’ve ever heard! Cheers mate!” Owen grinned, raising his mug.


The End

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Chapter 611: It Must Be Spring

Author's Notes: For one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Prompt at the end.

Warnings: Eating or drinking while reading this may not be a good idea.

Summary: Some of the team have a problem staying still.


Entering the Hub, Jack and Ianto were met by the unexpected sight of Owen, Gwen and Andy pogoing about like demented Jack-in-a-boxes.

“It must be spring,” Jack commented, amused.

“You can wipe that smirk off your face, Harkness,” Owen gasped, bouncing past. “We can’t stop!”

“This gadget seems to be the cause,” said Tosh, working frantically at her desk, “but I can’t figure out how to turn it off!”

Ianto strode over, took the device, pressed all the buttons at once and the three pogoers dropped to the floor, panting.

“Don’t leave your toys lying around in future, Jack!”

“Sorry.”


The End


A/N: Title used was ‘We Can’t Stop’

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Chapter 612: Too Much Of A Good Thing

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 324 – Ate Too Much at tw100.

Summary: Certain Torchwood members have been overindulging during the festive season.


Jack frowned as he watched Nosy and Dizzy slink slowly and laboriously past.

“Is it my imagination, or do they look a bit… umm…”

“Fat?” Ianto suggested.

“Well, yes, I didn’t like to say it, but they are looking on the round side.”

“You can talk.”

“Hey!” Jack glared indignantly at Ianto.

“You stuffed yourself over Christmas, Jack, and what you couldn’t manage you fed to them. Is it any wonder they’re overweight? How many chocolates did you give them?”

“I wasn’t counting!”

“Well, you’re all starting a new fitness regime. Diet and exercise!”

“You’re a cruel man, Ianto Jones!


The End

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Chapter 613: Starting Over

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100.

Summary: Ianto wants to leave his past behind and start afresh.


He’d grown up an estate kid with a bad reputation and a police record for shoplifting. He’d been careless the first time and got caught, but that had only served to make him more cautious. He’d never slipped up again.

Not that he’d been some criminal mastermind or anything; he’d nicked smokes, sweets, the occasional CD or bit of cheap jewellery for a girlfriend.

Moving to London was his chance to leave the past behind, reinvent himself. No one need ever know who he’d been before. He could wipe the slate clean and start over. Ianto couldn’t wait to escape.


The End

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Chapter 614: Taking Over

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100

Spoilers: DW The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, Army of Ghosts/Doomsday, Torchwood, Fragments.

Summary: Through disaster, Jack finds himself the head of the Torchwood Institute.


Meeting the Doctor had turned Jack’s life around. He’d gone from rogue Time Agent and conman to saviour of the universe. It seemed only fitting that he should do something for the Doctor in return.

He’d worked his way through the ranks of Torchwood, enduring the abuse, slave labour and everything else they threw at him.

He’d hoped to change Torchwood from within, guide it into the new millennium from behind the scenes. Instead there’d been a massacre at Three, and Armageddon at One. Through its own actions, Torchwood had wiped itself out, leaving a clean slate.

Time to rebuild.


The End

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Chapter 615: Earning Redemption

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100.

Spoilers: Fragments.

Summary: Tosh gets an offer she can’t refuse.


Tosh had sacrificed everything for her mother. Her reward had been a barren cell: no hope, no freedom, no future.

Then he’d come, all flappy coat and flashing smile.

“Give me five years, I’ll get them to wipe your record clean.”

There’d only been one answer she could give.

Now here she was, her life signed away for the next five years in exchange for a clean slate. But that was okay. Five years was nothing compared to the rest of her life. She’d work hard, earn her freedom and redemption, then leave without looking back

It would be simple.


The End

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Chapter 616: A New Start

Author's Notes: Writen for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100.

Spoilers: Cyberwoman, Fragments.

Summary: Ianto wants to leave his past behind and start afresh with Lisa.


All that mattered now was Lisa.

Ianto had done everything he could, rescuing her from the conversion unit, getting her out of Torchwood Tower, transporting her to Cardiff and securing a safe place to hide her until she could be cured. The hardest part was over.

Dr Tanizaki would arrive in three days. Ianto wasn’t sure how long it would take him to fix Lisa, but everything was in place for afterwards. As soon as she was well enough, they’d simply disappear.

He’d created new identities for them both; they’d start over with a clean slate.

It would be perfect.


The End

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Chapter 617: A Chance To Fight Back

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100

As with yesterday, this is the first of three drabbles for this challenge. The new prompt will be up tomorrow so I have to get these posted today or they won’t count. I was tied up with other writing earlier in the week because the deadline for that challenge was the 10th, so I only got back to the drabbles yesterday. Cue the mad dash, lol! So much for making things easier on myself this year

Spoilers: Fragments.

Summary: Owen’s not making a new start, just trying to put the pieces back together.


Losing Katie broke something deep inside Owen; he knew he’d never be the same. She’d been his life, his future, his whole reason for living and now she’d been ripped away from him by something he couldn’t understand.

An alien incubating in her brain? It made no sense; none of it did.

He railed at the man in the coat, kicking and punching until he exhausted himself, then let Harkness take him to Cardiff. At least there maybe he could fight back against monsters he’d never known existed.

It wasn’t exactly starting with a clean slate, but it would do.


The End

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Chapter 618: Whoever She Wanted To Be

Author's Notes: Written For: Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100.

Spoilers: Everything Changes, They Keep Killing Suzie.

The second of my three drabbles today!

Summary: Suzie’s plan has worked; she’s getting a whole new life.


Her plan has worked like a charm, even though it had meant being dead for a time. That part hadn’t been pleasant, but it was worth it.

She’d taken her revenge against her father, stealing away what little life he had left; now she’d take someone else’s.

Cooper slumped in the seat beside her, life slipping away second by second. Suzie felt it filling her to the brim. Jack would be after her, but he’d be too late.

The coast, the ferry, then hello new life! Death had wiped the slate clean; she could be whoever she wanted to be.


The End

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Chapter 619: Where There’s A Fluff, There’s A Way

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 325 – Clean Slate at tw100.

My third drabble for today, and my seventh for this challenge. I feel like I’m finally starting to get back into the swing of drabbling after only managing to squeeze out one or two for each of the last few prompts. Admittedly it’s a bit harder now that I’m juggling a bunch of writing challenges, but I love writing drabbles so I’ll find the time somewhere.

Summary: Jack buys the Fluffs a new toy.


Jack, genius that he was, had bought the Fluffs a blackboard and easel, setting it up in their play area. Once he’d managed to persuade little Dizzy that the chalk was NOT for eating, they’d taken to it like… Well, like Fluffs took to most things. That is to say, with a great deal of enthusiasm and mixed results.

They’d drawn wonky pictures over every inch, and when it was covered they’d cleaned it off so they could start again.

Jack looked at the spotless blackboard, then at the mucky, chalk-dust covered Fluffs.

“Board cleaner! I knew I’d forgotten something.”


The End

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Chapter 620: Position: Impossible

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s injured, so of course Jack calls Owen.


“This better be good, Harkness!” Owen grumbled as Jack let him in. “I was busy when you called!”

“Sorry, it’s an emergency! I can’t leave Ianto like this! He can’t even straighten out!” Jack led the medic to Ianto’s bedroom, where the man in question was curled up on the bed, whimpering.

“What the fuck did you do to ‘im?”

“We were trying a new position,” Jack wailed, “I think I broke him!”

Ianto groaned, mortified.

A quick examination later:

“Just a groin strain; ice, rest and painkillers. And teaboy? Don’t ask ‘im to kiss it better!”

“Up yours, Harper!”


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Chapter 621: Accidental Emergency

Author's Notes: My second drabble for: Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

Summary: Ianto and Jack are seeking medical help elsewhere.


“Don’t know why we had to come here,” Jack moaned as they sat in the waiting room at A&E. “We have a doctor on staff.”

“Correction, we have Owen, which is precisely why we’re here,” Ianto replied tartly. “He still hasn’t stopped teasing me about the time I got groin strain when you wanted to experiment with different positions. No way am I seeing him about this; I’d never hear the end of it!”

“Mr Jones, if you’ll come this way.”

Ianto followed the nurse towards the treatment area, Jack close beside him.

“You’re explaining how we got glued together!”


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Chapter 622: Expecting

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

Summary: It’s time for Tosh’s first scan.


Despite being a doctor himself, as soon as he’d been told they were expecting, Owen had insisted on Tosh having regular appointments with a specialist. After all, he wasn’t an obstetrician and he wanted his wife and baby to have the best possible care from the beginning.

Today they’d reached their first big milestone, Tosh’s first ultrasound, and they were both nervous and excited at the same time.

Tosh squeezed Owen’s hand, smiling at him as he looked at the screen. Seeing the tiny blob that was their child, Owen’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m going to be a dad!”


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Chapter 623: The Worst Patient

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

My fourth drabble for this challenge.

Summary: Owen needs a doctor. Ianto and Jack find that amusing.


Driving across Cardiff, Ianto couldn’t contain his glee.

“Never thought I’d be taking our medic to the doctor’s; this is an historic occasion!”

“Should I take photographs?” asked Jack, sounding equally happy.

“Tosh already did,” Ianto assured him.

“Should’ve known!”

“Wankers!” Owen’s voice floated from the back seat. “You wait ‘til you need treatment!”

“We would’ve helped you!”

“You’re not gettin’ near my arse!”

“It’s your own fault. I said keep your head down, not stick your ass in the air! They couldn’t miss!”

“Shut up! Buckshot fuckin’ hurts!”

Ianto sighed. “I guess doctor’s really do make the worst patients!”


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Chapter 624: Visit From An Old Friend

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

Spoilers: Reset.

Summary: Jack’s expecting a very special visitor and asks Ianto to greet her.


“Ianto, can you spare a few minutes?”

“Of course, sir.” Ianto made his way over to Jack. “What’s up?”

“I need you to man the Tourist Office this afternoon, I’m expecting a visitor, an old friend from UNIT. I don’t know what time she’ll arrive, but I’d like you to be there to meet her and bring her down to the Hub.”

“No problem. I’ll do some paperwork while I’m waiting.”

OoO

Paperwork long finished, Ianto was flipping through a magazine when Jack’s visitor finally arrived.

Doctor Martha Jones was definitely not what he’d imagined when Jack had said ‘old friend’!


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Chapter 625: Interrupted

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100.

Yes, I’ve done it again: too many drabbles to post one a day. So, here’s the first of three…

Summary: Jack and Ianto’s fun times are interrupted.


There was nothing like a spontaneous game of Naked Hide and Seek to get the blood pumping, among other things. Jack had found Ianto easily enough, but catching him was a different matter.

With a wicked grin, Ianto had shouted, “Catch me if you can!” and taken off at high speed. Not that Jack minded; the chase was half the fun.

So there they were, stark naked, running around the Hub…

Just as Jack finally caught Ianto and prepared to claim his prize, the TARDIS materialised and out stepped the Doctor.

“Oh! Is this a bad time for a visit?”


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Chapter 626: Special Delivery

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100, and the second of three being posted this evening.

Summary: Owen’s assistance is urgently needed.


When Ianto’s panicked call had come in, Owen had dropped everything, grabbed his medical bag and hared out of the Hub in nothing flat. He didn’t even remember the drive.

“Shit, shit, shit! Why now? I’m not ready for this! I may never be ready for this!” Still, he was glad he’d had the foresight to set up everything they’d need in a spare room in Jack and Ianto’s spacious apartment.

He ignored the lift, just ran up the stairs and straight through the open door. Panting, he tried to regain his composure.

“Alright, you two. Ready to become parents?”


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Chapter 627: What The Doctor Ordered

Author's Notes: My eighth? drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100. Might have lost count somewhere along the line... Anyway, this is the last of today's three. Tune in for more tomorrow.

Summary: It’s been a rough day; they both need something… or someone.


It was late and someone was hammering on the door; she’d half expected it, maybe even been waiting for it after the day they’d had.

“I know you’re there! You lettin’ me in or not?”

Sounded like he’d been drinking, but that was okay. So had she. There was never any question of not letting him in, but she liked the feeling of power she got from keeping him waiting.

Finishing her wine, she sauntered over and opened her door, smirking at Owen.

“I don’t remember calling a doctor.”

“Fuck you, Suzie!”

“No, I think you’ll find that’s your job.”


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Chapter 628: Night Visit

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100, and the first of three for today.

Summary: A strange sound wakes Tosh.


It wasn’t really unexpected; in an odd sort of way, these days it was never not expected, somewhere in the back of her mind, even in the middle of the night.

Waking to a strange sound should have been alarming, but Tosh just smiled, reached for her robe and went into the lounge, where a blue police box sat in the corner, like it had always been there.

In the kitchen, she filled the kettle and fetched two mugs.

“Hello,” the man in the scarf greeted her with a manic grin.

“Hello, Doctor, would you like a cup of tea?”


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Chapter 629: Reliving The Present

Author's Notes: My tenth drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100, and the second of three today.

Spoilers: Doctor Who, Boom Town.

Summary: Jack watches the events of Boom Town on CCTV.


This day had been marked in red on Jack’s mental calendar for years, now he sat in his office listening to the sound that haunted his dreams.

He’d sent his team off a few hours ago on a wild goose chase up in the Beacons, investigating UFO sightings. Well, more like he’d let them go after ‘trying to dissuade them’. The more he’d said it was nothing, the harder they’d insisted on checking it out.

So, they were far away where they couldn’t interfere while the Doctor, Rose and his still-mortal self visited Cardiff.

He wished he’d gone with them.


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Chapter 630: Emergency Situation

Author's Notes: My eleventh and final (probably) drabble for Challenge 326 – Doctor’s Visit at tw100. That should be all for today!

Summary: Owen rushes to Jack’s aid in an emergency…


Owen scowled at Jack; the medic was definitely not happy.

“When you phoned me I thought there was a medical emergency!”

“There is!” wailed Jack from where he lay in Ianto’s bathtub, his toe stuck firmly up the tap. “If Ianto catches me like this, he’ll kill me!”

“I’m a doctor, not a bloody plumber! Why’d you stick your toe up there anyway?” Ask a stupid question…

“I just wanted to see if it would fit!” And you get a stupid answer, should’ve known.

“Jack?” Ianto was glaring from the doorway. “Didn’t I tell you not to try that?”

“Sorry.”


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Chapter 631: Final Anniversary

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100. This is a sad one.

Spoilers: Cyberwoman, Doctor Who: Army of Ghosts/Doomsday.

Summary: Ianto tries to figure out the date of a very important anniversary.


Lisa was always the one to remember anniversaries; three months since their first date, six since their first kiss, a year since their first date… she treated each milestone in their relationship as a celebration. Ianto had laughed the first time, until she’d told him that he made her so happy, she wanted to celebrate everything.

What Lisa wanted, Lisa got, because she made him feel that way too.

But Lisa’s gone, and now Ianto has to figure out the most important anniversary himself. Did she die a year ago at Canary Wharf, or seven months later at the Hub?


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Chapter 632: Gwen’s Special Occasion

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: Gwen gets all dolled up for a special occasion.


Gwen had disappeared from her workstation shortly before quitting time, only to reappear twenty minutes later all glammed up in an elegant dress, understated jewellery and flawless make-up. Jack wolf-whistled.

“Look at you, Mrs Williams, all done up to the nines! Hot date?”

“It’s Rhys and my wedding anniversary.” She grinned her gap-toothed grin. “He’s taking me to that new restaurant.”

“I thought your anniversary was last week,” Ianto put in.

“Well, yeah, but I was sort of shrunk at the time, so we postponed it.”

“That’s Torchwood, expect the unexpected!” Jack laughed.

“If the world’s ending, don’t call me!”


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Chapter 633: Anniversary Scratched

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: Tosh and Owen’s anniversary plans have to be cancelled.


“Tosh, I’m so sorry,” Owen said miserably. “This wasn’t how I wanted our anniversary to go, especially after we had to work last year.”

“We’re Torchwood, Owen, we all know stopping an alien invasion takes priority over personal plans.”

“But I wanted this year to be perfect!” Owen sounded so mournful, Tosh wanted to hug him, but that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. She slapped at a straying hand.

“No scratching!”

“But it itches!”

“I know; that’s what this lotion is for!”

Just their luck that Lily had come home from preschool with chicken pox and infected her father!


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Chapter 634: One Whole Year

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Spoilers: Tiny for Fragments.

Summary: Tosh is celebrating an important day.


As usual, Tosh arrived at the Hub early. She knew she didn’t have to, but she was always eager to continue with whatever she was working on. If Jack didn’t send her home every evening and make her take an occasional day off, she’d probably never leave.

Today was special though. Sitting down, she arranged her purchases on her workstation: a potted orchid, a vanilla latté and a cream cake. It was self-indulgent, yes, but she was celebrating. Even if no one else remembered, it didn’t matter. Twelve months at Torchwood, an unexpected year of freedom. It was worth commemorating.


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Chapter 635: Official Commemoration

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has caught Director Hartman’s eye.


Ianto had only worked at Torchwood for five months when Jay, one of the guys in his department, intercepted him as he was leaving for the night.

“Bet none of the other jerks told you, they’re pissed off because Hartman seems to like you. Better get in good and early tomorrow or you’ll land yourself in trouble.”

“Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”

“It’s the 125th anniversary of Torchwood’s founding, everyone’s expected to be in early for the official commemoration. It’s a big deal. Someone gets chosen to read the charter; it’s considered an honour. Word is, this year Hartman’s picked you!”


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Chapter 636: Romantic Dinner

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: Jack takes Ianto to an expensive restaurant for dinner.


“Go home,” Jack had told Ianto earlier that afternoon. “Put on your favourite suit, I’m taking you out to dinner!”

Jack had looked so happy at the prospect that Ianto had willingly done as requested, and here they were, on their first night out in three months.

The restaurant was romantic and intimate, the food delicious and the waiters unobtrusive. It was perfect, except…

“What’s the occasion?”

Jack took his hand. “Happy Anniversary, darling!”

“That’s sweet, but our anniversary isn’t until next week!”

“I know, but everywhere was fully booked. Getting married on Valentine’s Day probably wasn’t our brightest idea.”


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Chapter 637: Millennium Plus One

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: New Year’s Eve 2000.


New Year’s Eve 2000, exactly one year since Alex murdered his team and killed himself; Jack was no closer to understanding why. After he’d taken care of the bodies, he’d looked inside the locket himself and seen… nothing. Maybe it only worked once, maybe the atrocity Alex committed had changed the future, who knew? Jack certainly didn’t.

He’d spent a year trying to come to terms with the events of that night, trying to run Torchwood alone. He’d died so many times. Now here he was, his first anniversary as director of Torchwood Three.

Maybe it was time to rebuild.


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Chapter 638: A Time To Heal

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: The anniversary of Katie’s death has always been unbearable for Owen…


Every year since losing Katie, Owen had skipped work to spend the anniversary of her death getting plastered. It wasn’t a day he could ever imagine getting through sober.

As the fateful day approached, he’d get increasingly bad tempered, taking his rage and pain out on anyone who so much as spoke to him. How dare they be cheerful when his heart and soul were being torn apart?

But this year… He checked the calendar; that couldn’t be right! Katie’s anniversary had been last week and it hadn’t even crossed his mind! Did that mean he was finally moving on?

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Chapter 639: Unhappy Anniversary

Author's Notes: I miscounted. Here's my ninth drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100. There's still one more!

Summary: Jack’s marriage to Lucia didn’t last very long.


Just before their first anniversary, they’d discovered Lucia was pregnant. They’d been thrilled and excited, making plans for their family. By their second anniversary, they’d been parents, their baby daughter the most important person in either of their lives.

By their fourth anniversary, they were fighting most of the time. Lucia had always been spirited and fiery, but now everything he did or said seemed to make her angry, no matter how hard he tried.

But when he finally made it home on their fifth anniversary, laden with flowers and gifts, all Jack found was a note that said: “Goodbye.”


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Chapter 640: Change Of Plans

Author's Notes: My tenth and final drabble for Challenge 327 – Anniversary at tw100.

Summary: Jack wants to take Ianto on a date.


Jack sidled up to Ianto at the coffee machine and leant against the counter.

“So, tonight, you and me, I was thinking dinner at this little Italian place I know, maybe a stroll in the moonlight, what d’you think?”

“Sounds lovely, but I can’t tonight, sorry.”

“What? Why not?”

“I have a prior engagement.”

“Who with? Are they prettier than me?”

Ianto snorted. “Prettier? No, but definitely younger.”

Jack looked crestfallen.

“I’m having David and Mica for the night. It’s Rhi and Johnny’s anniversary.”

“Oh! Can I come over? I could bring food.”

“Pizza. I’ll expect you at seven.”

“Yay!”


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Chapter 641: Day Of Dread

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s wakes one morning feeling refreshed, until he realises what day it is.


Ianto yawned, stretched, and reached out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty and cold.

“Jack?” Where’d he disappeared to? The answer came in the form of distant clattering from the kitchen. Ah, Jack must have woken up hungry and decided to make breakfast; maybe if Ianto stayed put he’d be treated to breakfast in bed.

That thought lasted until he smelled what was cooking. He bolted from the bed, suddenly remembering what day this was, but it was too late.

SPLAT!

“Damn it! Lost another one!”

Ianto cringed, visualising the mess. How he hated Pancake Day!


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Chapter 642: Forty Shades Of Green

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Ianto gets a shock when he arrives at work.


Arriving at work one day in the middle of March, Ianto stepped into Jack’s office, stared at Jack in horrified fascination, and quickly shut his eyes before the image could sear itself into his brain.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Jack stood before him attired entirely in green: tunic, indecently tight leggings, and a hat with a feather, perched at a jaunty angle on his head.

“D’you like it? It’s St Patrick’s Day, so I thought I’d dress appropriately as the good saint himself!”

“Jack, that’s a Robin Hood outfit.”

“Really? Darn, I always get those two mixed up…”


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Chapter 643: Support Your Local Dragons

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Ianto is in a bad mood; Jack wants to know why.


Ianto had retreated to the archives as soon as he’d delivered the team’s morning coffees. Puzzled when he didn’t reappear at lunchtime, Jack went down to investigate and found his lover stomping about and muttering under his breath in Welsh as he busied himself with a backlog of filing.

“What’s put you in such a foul mood?”

“It’s April twenty-third,” Ianto replied.

“So?”

“St. George’s Day.”

“England’s patron saint?”

Ianto nodded curtly.

“And that’s bad because…?”

“Only the English would venerate a dragon slayer!”

“Ah, so you’re being righteously angry on behalf of Welsh dragons?”

“Exactly!”

“Good work! Carry on!”


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Chapter 644: January 25th

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Jack’s feeling gloomy, but perhaps Ianto can lift his spirits.


Jack had woken feeling gloomy. The Rift was in one of its hyperactive phases, spitting out sundry items across Cardiff and the surrounding countryside. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the weather was foul, with pouring rain and gale force winds, and the Weevils were revolting.

Truth be told, Weevils were always revolting, so no change there.

He was slumped at his desk, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, when Ianto entered, bearing coffee, doughnuts, and a single red rose.

Naked.

“Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus, Jack!”

Jack smiled. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all!


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Chapter 645: Mother’s Day

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: The Harkness-Jones family are celebrating, whether Jack likes it or not!


Ianto lifted Meriel from her cot; five months old, she was wide-awake, gurgling happily and apparently trying to eat her left foot.

“Big mouth,” he teased her. “You know, I’m sure that can’t taste good. Let’s get you dressed up all pretty and surprise Daddy, shall we?”

Changed and dressed in a pretty blue dress that matched her eyes, Ianto scooped his giggling, wriggling daughter into his arms and carried her into the master bedroom. Jack was just waking up.

“Morning, Cariad!” Ianto kissed him.

“If you say Happy Mother’s day, I’ll kill you!”

Ianto laughed.

“Happy Birth Parent’s Day!”


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Chapter 646: Two Fathers’ Day

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Meriel has a surprise for her daddies.


“Today,” Meriel’s new teacher announced, “we’re going to make Father’s Day cards for our daddies.”

Meriel raised her hand.

“Please Miss, I have two daddies, can I make two cards?”

“Yes, of course, if that’s what you want.”

Satisfied, Meriel set to work.

The teacher had bought lots of cutout shapes for them to use and Meriel found a flying dinosaur sort of like Myfanwy, even though it was red. She stuck that on Taddy’s card, and a blue spaceship on Daddy’s.

OoOoO

“Happy Father’s Day!”

Jack and Ianto looked at their cards and smiled.

“Thank you, sweetheart, these are perfect!”


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Chapter 647: Easter Sunday

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 328 – National Day or Holiday at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s had an interesting morning.


Ianto wasn’t a big churchgoer, but he still liked to attend on Easter Sunday when Torchwood allowed.

“So, how was the service?” Jack asked him when he returned to the Hub.

“It was nice. Different. The new vicar ate a daffodil. The flower, not the bulb.”

“Oh. Why? Alien influence?”

“Don’t think so. He was making a point about how you can never predict what people will do next.”

Just then, Tosh got up, walked over to Owen and tipped her cup of tea over his head.

“Huh. Well, we already knew that.”

Ianto nodded. “Lunch?”

“I’ll get my coat.”


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Chapter 648: Transmuted

Author's Notes: My first Drabble for Challenge 329 – Chiffon at tw100.

This is what happens when I read Fullmental Alchemist while trying to come up with a drabble idea for the new prompt…

Summary: Owen undergoes a change…


“It’s a transmuter!” Jack exclaimed, studying the object. “Fantastic!”

“What’s a transmuter?” Owen wanted to know.

“It changes one substance into another.”

“What, like turning lead into gold?”

“Nothing that dramatic,” Jack replied. “No, this transforms fabrics, so you could change your clothes from cotton into silk for a night out, you just select colour and fabric. The effect is temporary, lasts a few hours.”

Owen picked it up, pressing buttons at random. Before Jack could stop him, there was a flash, and Owen was dressed head to foot in neon pink chiffon. He looked down at himself.

“Oh shit!”


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Chapter 649: Home Baking

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 329 – Chiffon at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has plans for his day off…


Ianto was being completely self-indulgent on his rare day off. Recently, he’d managed to keep up with laundry, cleaning and all those other annoying chores that usually took up his free time. For once the whole day was his to do whatever he pleased.

Today, that meant baking. He had a hankering for homemade cakes; the store bought kind were all very well, but nothing beat home baking.

When Jack arrived that evening, the entire house was redolent with mouth-watering aromas.

“You’ve been busy! What smells so good?”

“Lemon Chiffon Cake, my favourite. Want a slice?”

“Thought you’d never ask!”


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Chapter 650: Frippery

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 329 – Chiffon at tw100.

Summary: Tosh longs for a beautiful dress.


It was foolish frippery, the kind of dress Tosh would likely never have occasion to wear, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Floating layers of chiffon in several shades of purple flowed from a simple bodice to sweep the floor. It was made for dancing. Sighing, she turned away, putting it out of her mind, until Jack told her they’d been invited to UNIT’s New Year party.

Stepping into the ballroom, skirts drifting weightlessly around her legs, she felt like a princess.

Frippery it might be, but it was worth everything to see the look on Owen’s face!


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Chapter 651: Festooned

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 329 – Chiffon at tw100. Quite pleased with that, it's a tough challenge!

Summary: A Rift alert results in something a bit different.


A Rift alert had led Jack and Ianto to Bute Park just as the sun rose. The sight that met their eyes was certainly not what they’d been expecting.

“Well that’s… different.” Jack cocked his head to one side, appraising the view.

Hands in pockets, Ianto nodded. “Looks like we’ve got some climbing to do. Suddenly I’m very glad I pulled my old jeans on.”

The trees before them were festooned in brightly coloured streamers of gossamer fabric, like there’d been an explosion in a chiffon factory.

“At least it makes a change from being showered with odd socks.”

“True.”


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Chapter 652: Useful Gift - Sequel to ‘Festooned’

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: Jack has ideas for making use of the Rift’s latest gift.


It was lucky that Ianto loved tree climbing; removing the streamers of alien fabric from everywhere the Rift had dropped them took some time. Jack sensibly remained on the ground, untangling what he could reach and collecting the silky lengths Ianto lowered to him, stowing them in a containment box.

The colourful pieces ranged in length between two and six feet, and Jack was soon getting ideas. When Ianto finally came back to earth, Jack smirked at him.

“No more ruining your ties.” He held up a strip of red. “These are much better for tying each other up with!”


TBC in ‘Fit To Be Tied’

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Chapter 653: Fit To Be Tied – Sequel to ‘Useful Gift’

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: Ianto wants to be sure their new accessories are safe.


“Are you sure these are safe?” Ianto was still a bit dubious about using the lengths of silky fabric the Rift had deposited in Bute Park as props for their off-duty activities.

“Tosh examined them, they’re a future derivative of Chiffon and now that the Rift energy’s dissipated, they’re perfectly harmless. Much safer to use than your ties. They’re almost frictionless, so they won’t chafe or get too knotted to easily undo. Stop worrying and tie me up already!”

“Well, if you’re sure.” Ianto tied blue silk around Jack’s wrists, securing them to the headboard. “Blue is definitely your colour.”


TBC in ‘Tied Up’

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Chapter 654: Tied Up – Sequel to ‘Fit To Be Tied’

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has Jack right where he wants him, barring interruptions.


Blue silk around his wrists, purple securing his ankles to the bed frame, Jack was spread out on the bed most invitingly. Ianto smirked down at him.

“Don’t go away, I just need something from my jacket.” He headed up the ladder to Jack’s office.

Everyone should have been long gone, but just as Ianto found what he needed, Gwen poked her head through the doorway.

“Ianto, have you seen Jack?”

“Sorry, he’s tied up at the moment. Literally.” He grinned wickedly. “Was there something you needed?”

Her eyes widened. “It’ll wait until tomorrow. Goodnight.” She hurried away, blushing furiously.


TBC in ‘Undone’

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Chapter 655: Undone – Sequel to ‘Tied Up’

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: Jack has introduced Ianto to all manner of delights.


Ianto hadn’t been into bondage before he’d got involved with Jack. It had never crossed his mind that being tied up, or tying someone else up, could be a turn-on.

To be honest, there were lots of things that had never crossed his mind before meeting Jack. His eyes had been opened, his horizons expanded and his inhibitions systematically obliterated by his lover; the only thing he regretted was that he’d not tried these things sooner.

A few silken restraints, a tube of tingling lube, and Jack was completely undone, begging for release. Ianto was only too happy to oblige!


TBC in ‘Sweet Release’

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Chapter 656: Sweet Release – Sequel to ‘Undone’

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s teasing and Jack’s reduced to begging…


Despite being more than happy to give Jack what he wanted, Ianto wasn’t above taking his time and drawing things out a little. Or even rather a lot.

Teasing touches, licks and nibbles set every nerve in Jack’s body vibrating with exquisite sensation, and tied up as he was, Jack was helpless to do anything but feel, until he was certain that he couldn’t take any more.

“Ianto, please, need you now!”

Well, since he asked so nicely…

The air in the tiny room filled with their moans and cries of pleasure as they moved as one, seeking sweet release.


TBC in ‘Untied’

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Chapter 657: Untied – Sequel to ‘Sweet Release’

Author's Notes: My sixth and final drabble for Challenge 330 – All Tied Up at tw100.

Summary: The trial run was a success; Ianto approves their new playtime accessories.


Completely spent, Ianto collapsed on top of Jack, panting, heart pounding. He could feel the rapid beat of Jack’s heart echoing his own; seemed they were both in a similar state.

Reaching up with the last of his energy, Ianto tugged one end of the silken fabric binding Jack’s wrists, feeling the knots come undone easily with just a gentle pull. Wrists freed, Jack wrapped his arms around his lover.

“See? They’re much better than your ties,” Jack mumbled against Ianto’s hair.

“Know-it-all. We’re definitely doing that again, but next time, you’re tying me up.”

“I can live with that.”


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Chapter 658: Worms

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: Tosh tells Ianto something shocking.


“Ianto,” said Tosh one day as they chatted over coffee, “did you know Jack’s got worms?”

Ianto almost choked, staring at her in shock.

“Worms?”

“Yes, I found out yesterday, completely by accident. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything; I just thought you probably knew. He said he usually doesn’t tell people because of how they react. No idea why it would bother anyone; I think they’re fascinating.”

“You find Jack’s worms fascinating?”

Tosh nodded. “He keeps them in this glass tank thingy.”

“It’s called a wormery, Tosh,” Jack said, joining them.

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, earthworms.”


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Chapter 659: Not-Earth Worms – Sequel to ‘Worms’

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: Ianto meets Jack’s worms.


Ianto was extremely relieved to discover that Jack’s worms were of the earthworm variety, although Jack explained they weren’t actually from earth, which was why they were in a wormery in the first place.

“They’re from Veltaxis,” he explained, showing them to Ianto. “They’d thrive here, but regular earthworms would probably be wiped out; they’d be unable to compete.”

The Veltaxis worms were longer and fatter than earth’s worms, strikingly striped black and white, and very sinuous. Ianto could see why Tosh found them so fascinating; they were almost hypnotic.

“I watch them for relaxation,” Jack admitted. “It’s very soothing.”


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Chapter 660: Fluff In A Huff

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: Owen annoys Nosy.


“Argh! Gerrof! Help!” Owen’s yell echoed across the Hub, bringing Ianto out of Jack’s office.

“Whatever are you doing?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking your furry worm that? I’m the victim here, if you hadn’t noticed!”

“You must’ve done something, or Nosy wouldn’t be doing that.”

Nosy was firmly wrapped in coils around Owen, glaring at him.

Ianto smirked. “What did you do?”

“I might have muddled up Nosy’s bottle-cap collection.”

“Better apologize. If you mean it, Nosy might let you go.”

“Okay, sorry, I won’t do it again!”

Nosy huffed and released him.

“Don’t mess with the Fluff,” Ianto grinned.


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Chapter 661: Mystery Worm

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: There’s a lurker in the Hub’s lower levels.


They didn’t know much about it, just that it was alien and lurked in the lower levels. It had been there since before Jack was ‘recruited’.

Torchwood’s records said it had been captured back in the 1880s, and had escaped shortly after being brought back to the Hub. No one had ever been able to re-capture it, though many had tried over the years, laying various kinds of traps. It was rarely seen, and mostly forgotten about.

Ianto smiled as he watched the glowing blue three-foot long worm sipping coffee from a saucer. Jack was never going to believe this!


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Chapter 662: Ailing Alien

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: Owen has a very unusual patient.


Jack and Ianto had returned from a retrieval with a misplaced alien. Owen was rather taken aback when they laid her carefully on the autopsy table. She was alive, but obviously not in the best of health.

“This is Soom, of the Forest of Cheem,” Jack introduced her.

“She’s a tree?”

“I am,” Soom replied in a mellow voice. “Can you help me, doctor?”

“I’ll do my best.”

OoOoO

Up in his office an hour later, Jack looked at Torchwood’s medic.

“Do you know what’s wrong with her.”

Owen nodded. “I hope she’s not allergic to earth chemicals. She’s got woodworm.”


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Chapter 663: Objections

Author's Notes: My sixth and final drabble for Challenge 331 – Worms at tw100.

Summary: Jack has planned a team outing, but he’s meeting with some resistance.



“Ugh!” said Tosh, staring at the wriggling tangle of worms. “No way I’m doing that!”

“Me neither,” Gwen agreed. “It’s disgusting!”

“But it’s fun!” whined Jack, looking around at the rest of the team as his carefully laid plans began to crumble.

“I’m in!” said Owen. “A relaxing afternoon is just what the doctor ordered.”

“That’s two for and two against. Ianto, yours is the deciding vote. Yes or no?”

“I think you misunderstood, Jack,” Ianto said. “No one’s objecting to the idea of fishing, just to the use of live worms as bait.”

The girls nodded. “That’s heartless cruelty!”


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Chapter 664: Out Of Sight

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 332 – Gwen Cooper at tw100.

Summary: Gwen isn’t all there. Neither is Ianto.


Gwen glared at her husband. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Sorry, love, I can’t help it. You just look… well, not yourself.”

“Of course I don’t look like me! That stupid thing made my nose invisible!”

“Invisible? It’s still there?” Rhys reached out to feel. “Oh yeah, so it is!”

Gwen shoved his hand away. “Enough with the prodding!”

“The good news is,” Tosh butted in, “it should wear off in a few hours. You’re lucky; only your nose is invisible. I keep mistaking Ianto for George.”

Gwen looked towards headless Ianto. Tosh was right; she’d got off lightly.


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Chapter 665: Her Father’s Words

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 332 – Gwen Cooper at tw100.

Spoilers: Everything Changes.

Summary: There’s a fine line between curiosity and snooping.


“I love you, duckling,” Gwen’s father told her when he caught her snooping where she shouldn’t. “But there’s a big difference between being curious and being nosy. One of these days, you’ll put your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong, and you’ll get in real trouble.”

Peering down through the pouring rain from the multi-storey car park, watching ‘Special Ops’ bring the murder victim back to life, she remembered her dad’s words.

“Maybe there’s no right way of doing it,” the leader said before looking straight up at her. “What do you think?”

Fleeing the scene, she thought, ‘Dad was right.’


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Chapter 666: No Hero

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 332 – Gwen Cooper at tw100.

Summary: She wanted to be a hero.


Working for Torchwood wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d thought she would be a hero, saving the day, protecting earth from extraterrestrial threats.

She’d been wrong.

There were days of drudgery, searching for small, seemingly insignificant objects that had fallen through the Rift. There was endless paperwork, and when an extraterrestrial threat appeared and the team went into action, there was blood and horror and fear. They saved everyone they could, but so many died.

She railed at Jack, telling him they should do more, but deep down she knew they were doing all they could, and something broke inside her.

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Chapter 667: Taste Test

Author's Notes: Written For: Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

Warnings: Possible squickishness.

Summary: You either love it or you hate it. The trick is to have a lover with the same tastes.


Ianto’s morning had been very normal, until now. He’d showered, shaved and dressed, made coffee and breakfast, and had just finished eating when the front door opened and Jack bounded in.

“What’s up?”

“Rift alert. Thought it would be quicker to just swing by and pick you up rather than phone and wait for you at the Hub.”

“Any idea what came through?”

“Not yet. You look gorgeous.” Jack leant in for a quick kiss, which turned into a much longer kiss. “Yum, you taste gorgeous too.”

Ianto laughed. “I didn’t know you liked Marmite.”

“Neither did I!” grinned Jack.

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Chapter 668: Punished

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

Summary: Ianto has devious ways of punishing Jack.


Tosh looked up, frowning, as Ianto strode past, Jack trailing woefully along behind him.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“Looks like Jack’s in the doghouse,” Owen smirked. “Wonder what he did this time.”

Ignoring Jack’s pleas, Ianto headed for the kitchenette, leaving Torchwood’s leader standing forlornly in the middle of the Hub.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” Tosh asked sympathetically.

“Ianto’s mad at me. I borrowed his car without asking and he had to take the bus. Now I’m being punished.”

“So what punishment works on you?” Owen asked cheekily.

“I don’t get any kisses,” Jack replied mournfully.


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Chapter 669: Mistletoe Kisses

Author's Notes: I seem to remember someone else doing a similar fic, fairly recently, but I don’t remember who. Not surprising, given current circumstances. Hopefully it’s sufficiently different.

Written for Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

Summary: Jack loves Christmas and mistletoe.


Christmas and mistletoe; Jack was in his element.

Calling Tosh to his office, he pounced as she stepped through the door, kissing her on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you, Jack!”

He caught Gwen stepping through the cog door, dipped her almost to the floor, pecking her on the nose, leaving her giggly for the rest of the morning.

Ianto was efficiently caught in every doorway, twice, and thoroughly kissed. Which wasn’t unusual.

Owen proved tricky, but finally…

Jack grabbed him as he entered the boardroom, planting a kiss on top of his head.

“Argh! Gerroff, you twat!”

Full house!

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Chapter 670: Big Moment

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

Summary: Jack and Ianto get their perfect day.


The day had turned out to be perfect in every way.

Jack had awoken to blue skies, sunshine, and a gentle, cooling breeze. He’d showered and dressed leisurely, checked in with the people manning the Hub, had breakfast, then put the finishing touches to his outfit. By the time his ride arrived, he was completely ready.

The venue looked beautiful, Ianto was predictably gorgeous, everyone was smiling happily. Finally, the big moment came.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband; you may now share your first kiss as a married couple.”

Jack didn’t need telling twice.

The cheers were deafening!


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Chapter 671: Wedded Bliss - Companion piece to ‘Big Moment’

Author's Notes: Written for Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

For penguincrazy, who suggested I write Ianto’s POV. Hope you like it!

Summary: Jack and Ianto’s perfect day, from Ianto’s POV.


Having left his curtains open the night before, bright sunlight woke Ianto before his alarm went off; the perfect start to the big day.

He’d allowed plenty of time for preparations, so by the time the car arrived to collect him he was ready and waiting, sipping a cup of coffee.

The ceremony went by in a happy haze, until he heard the words “you may now share your first kiss as a married couple.”

After that, he was lost in a different kind of haze as Jack made the most of the moment. He never even heard the cheering!


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Chapter 672: Bedtime

Author's Notes: The first of (hopefully) two drabbles tonight. I know there aren’t drabble deadlines anymore, but I don’t know how long I’ll be out tomorrow.

Written For: Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

Summary: It’s Meriel’s bedtime. Say goodnight!


“Bedtime, Princess,” Jack called to Meriel. “Time to say goodnight.”

“But I didn’t finish my Lego house!”

“It’ll still be there tomorrow, you can finish it then,” Ianto told her.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” Jumping to her feet, Meriel headed upstairs.

OoOoOoO

A little later, dressed in her pyjamas, Meriel sat on her bed.

“Goodnight, Daddy. Goodnight, Taddy,” she said, hugging them. Turning to her best friend, she kissed its fluffy snout. “Goodnight, Nosy, sweet dreams.”

Heading downstairs, Jack sighed. “How come the Fluff gets more kisses than we do?”

Ianto shrugged. “Because it’s cuter than us?”

“Yeah. That’s probably it.”

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Chapter 673: Lip Service

Author's Notes: Written For: Challenge 333 – Kiss at tw100.

I might not get anything posted tomorrow as it’s Mum’s funeral, so have a second drabble, just in case.

Summary: Ianto’s mind isn’t on the meeting.


Ianto sat at the boardroom table, only half-listening as Owen droned on about the dead alien he’d been studying. His eyes were fixed on Jack, or more precisely, on Jack’s lips, as the captain asked questions about Owen’s findings.

Jack had the most perfect lips, full, plump, and kissable. Ianto could lose himself forever just kissing him, and he tasted as good as he smelled.

When the meeting finally wound down, Ianto waited until the others had left, then rising to his feet, he stalked towards Jack and pinning his lover against the table, proceeded to make his daydreams reality.


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Chapter 674: Red Sky

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Written For: Challenge 334 – Red at tw100. I've got four written so far, and plenty of other ideas.

Summary: After a horrible day, there’s a ray of hope.


All day, rain had been falling heavily, and while that wasn’t exactly unusual for Cardiff, the constant wetness and cold had got the whole team down, mainly because they’d all been out in it most of the day. As afternoon turned to evening, the torrential rain finally stopped, the heavy cloud started to break up, and low on the horizon, the sun broke through.

Ianto looked up and started to smile; the sky was ablaze in vivid shades of red.

“How about that for a sunset?”

Jack smiled too. “Red sky at night… Looks like we’ll have good weather tomorrow!”


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Chapter 675: Seeing Red

Author's Notes: Spoilers: Sleeper.

My second drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Ianto is definitely not happy with Jack right now.


Jack’s back, his shirt bloody and torn; Ianto’s definitely going to have words with him about that. It’ll wait for now though. The Sleeper cell’s raid on the nuclear storage bunker has been thwarted, but Torchwood’s only won the first battle, not the war. Cell 114 is still out there.

Making his way to the garage to clean up the SUV, Ianto finds something that makes him even unhappier than Jack’s latest death. Jack duct-taped an aerial to the SUV’s wing-mirror, making everything disconcertingly sticky! That’s something he can’t ignore; Ianto sees red.

“Bloody Harkness! You’re in big trouble now!”


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Chapter 676: Wielding A Red Pen

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Written For: Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s had enough, much to the horror of the rest of the team.


Looking over yet another report full of bad spelling, worse grammar and non-existent punctuation, Ianto decided enough was enough. It was past time that the others took responsibility. Reaching for a red pen, he set to work.

A couple of hours later, he left the proofread documents on the relevant desks and waited for the team to return from a Rift alert.

He was in the kitchen making coffee when the team barged in waving folders at him.

“What’s this for?” Jack asked, frowning.

“I’m tired of re-writing everyone’s reports for them. From now on, you can do it yourselves.”


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Chapter 677: Could Do Better - Sequel to ‘Wielding A Red Pen’

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: The team aren’t happy about having to re-do their reports.


“I can’t believe Ianto’s correcting our reports and making us re-write them!” Jack whined to the rest of his team as they sat around the boardroom table, busily writing.

“I know!” said Gwen. “He gave me three out of ten for mine.”

“Hah!” Jack was jubilant. “I got five out of ten! What about you, Owen?”

“I got a two,” the medic muttered gloomily.

“So why isn’t Tosh here?” Gwen asked.

“She’s teacher’s pet. Teaboy gave her full marks. And a gold star.” Owen pushed his chair back and stood.

“Where are you going?”

“To hide his fucking red pen!”


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Chapter 678: Red Paint

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: The Origin of the Hub’s wall art.


Standing on the catwalk, Tosh dipped her brush in red paint and swept it across the bare wall. She tuned out the quiet sounds of the Hub in night mode, her entire concentration focussed on the image slowly taking shape before her. It was as though it already existed beneath the concrete’s surface; she was merely making it visible.

Dragons appeared in both Welsh and Japanese mythology, symbols of strength and power, yet elusive and mysterious. It seemed an appropriate emblem for Torchwood, an organisation as legendary and secretive as the winged creature. Perhaps it would bring them good fortune.


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Chapter 679: Flustered

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Tosh sees something she’s not expecting.


Tosh had been getting ready for bed when she’d been hit with a brainwave concerning an alien device she’d been studying. Too excited too wait until morning to test her theory, she’d thrown some clothes on, grabbed her bag and headed back to the Hub.

With all unessential systems powered down for the night, the place was full of shadows. She was halfway to her workstation when a pale figure loomed before her, nearly scaring her to death until it spoke.

“Tosh! I thought you’d left!”

She stared at Ianto, naked and blushing all over. Red really did suit him!


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Chapter 680: Souped Up

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Ianto becomes the victim of a freak accident.


Ianto looked down at his formerly white shirt with a sigh; it was completely ruined. The only consolation was that he hadn’t been wearing his jacket or waistcoat, and the tourist office counter had protected his trousers.

In Torchwood, you quickly learn to expect the unexpected, but even so, some things are just impossible to anticipate. Who in their right mind would expect a pigeon to fly through the door and crash-land in their tomato soup? He hadn’t even had a chance to eat any yet, and now he was covered in it.

Jack grinned.

“Well, red is your colour.”


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Chapter 681: What’s Red And Fluffy?

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: There seems to be something not quite right with a certain Fluff…


Something was wrong with Nosy, the normally green Fluff was no longer the colour of grass; for some unknown reason it had turned bright red all over. Everyone was concerned, and Owen was running tests, trying to determine what had caused the dramatic change.

“Well?” Jack paced impatiently back and forth in front of Owen. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Beats me,” Owen admitted, scratching his head. “All the tests are coming back completely normal. Apart from being the wrong colour, Nosy seems to be in perfect health.”

‘Silly humans,’ Nosy thought to itself. ‘Don’t they know it’s Red Nosy Day?’


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Chapter 682: Red Faced

Author's Notes: My ninth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Owen is looking decidedly flushed.


Tosh glanced up as Owen and Ianto returned from a stakeout.

“Owen? Are you alright? You look flushed.” She had good reason to be concerned; the medic’s face was a startling shade of red.

“I’m fine,” Owen snapped, stalking towards the autopsy bay.

Behind her, Tosh could hear Ianto chuckling; she turned to look at him, puzzled.

“What happened?”

Ianto shrugged. “He told me he didn’t need to use sunblock, but after eight hours on a rooftop with the sun reflecting off windows all around us, guess who got sunburn?” He winked. “Wait until you see him without his sunglasses.”


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Chapter 683: Warning

Author's Notes: My tenth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Spoilers: Small Worlds.

Summary: To anyone else, it would just be a rose petal.


Even now, after so many years, the sight of a red rose petal on his desk chills Jack to the bone.

It’s the Fae; he knows it as surely as if he’d seen them place the petal there themselves. The memory of the day they killed his whole squad to avenge the death of their chosen one is as vivid now as the day it happened. It’s something he’ll never forget.

Whatever is happening, the petal is a warning not to interfere, a reminder that no one can hide from their vengeance.

It’s a warning he’s not about to ignore.


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Chapter 684: Real Food

Author's Notes: My eleventh drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

With sincere apologies to my vegetarian readers. Blame the prompt and the characters! This one came out at 100 words first try.

Summary: Ianto craves a good meal.


They’d been subsisting on takeaway for nearly three weeks, and Ianto had decided enough was enough. According to Tosh, it looked like the Rift would be relatively calm for the next seventy-two hours or so; he planned to take the opportunity to whip up a home-cooked meal for himself and Jack.

A couple of juicy steaks, that would be just the thing; red meat for red-blooded men, and a nice red wine to wash it down with. Maybe strawberries and cream for dessert, that was always fun.

Smiling in anticipation, Ianto steered his shopping trolley towards the fresh meat section.


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Chapter 685: Sacrifice

Author's Notes: My twelfth drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100. This one's kind of bleak to match my mood.

Summary: Jack’s dead again.


Jack was still and cold to the touch, his face too pale while his clothes were dark red with blood. Ianto didn’t need to check for a pulse to know for sure that his lover had once again died in the line of duty.

It broke his heart whenever Jack died, and angered him when death could’ve been avoided, but that hadn’t been the case this time. Jack had sacrificed his life protecting a child, and Ianto knew he would’ve done the same, even knowing that unlike Jack, he wouldn’t come back from death.

Some things were worth dying for.


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Chapter 686: Spotted

Author's Notes: My thirteenth and final drabble for Challenge 334 – Red at tw100.

Summary: Owen better watch his step; Ianto is not in a good mood!


“You’re having an allergic reaction,” Owen informed Ianto.

“I’m well aware of that,” Ianto replied, his calm tone at odds with his restless fidgeting as he fought the urge to scratch the itchy red spots covering his body. “How about telling me something I don’t know? Like what I’m allergic to and how to stop it itching!”

Owen was enjoying the situation way too much.

“Isolating the allergen could take days,” he smirked

“Don’t mess with me, Harper, I have the power to make your existence a living hell,” Ianto reminded him.

Owen went pale.

“Give me half an hour.”


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Chapter 687: Huntress

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Rhys loves Tribble, but she has some character traits that he finds less endearing.


Tribble was growing fast. She’d gone from small grey fluffball to slender, long-legged, half-grown cat in a matter of weeks, always greeting her humans on their return home with a loud purr. Rhys couldn’t imagine life without her.

Not that she was perfect; her wall of death stunt was terrifying to watch, but the worst thing was her love of hunting. She was fearless, stalking her prey, pouncing, and killing with biting teeth and slashing claws.

“If you put your socks in the laundry basket, they wouldn’t get shredded,” Gwen told him as he gloomily held up another unfortunate victim.


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Chapter 688: A Cat’s Life

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s feline pretty good...


Being a cat, Ianto decided, really wasn’t bad; at least he got to catch up on his sleep. Jack’s lap was surprisingly comfortable and the way he scratched Ianto around his ears was sheer bliss. Jack had always been good with his hands.

Even the food was first-class, no tinned cat meat for this kitty. It was chicken fillets, tuna fish and minced beef all the way, best of everything.

The only annoying thing was the way the rest of the team kept treating him like a cat. As if he’d stoop to chasing bits of string. It was undignified!


TBC in ‘Catty’

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Chapter 689: Catty - Sequel to ‘A Cat’s Life’

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Being a cat has its downsides.


Ianto watched Tosh, wishing he could ask her how much longer he’d have to remain a cat. He knew she was doing her best, but it was frustrating being unable to help or even enquire how things were going.

He still couldn’t say he really minded being a cat, Jack was taking very good care of him, but he really missed coffee. Good coffee, not the stuff the others brought in.

He was also feeling rather useless. Still, if Owen suggested once more that he earn his living by hunting mice, he’d find out just how sharp Ianto’s claws were.


TBC in ‘Licked’

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Chapter 690: Licked - Sequel to ‘Catty’

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: There are some things that are too much even for Ianto.


Ianto had been a cat for two days and was becoming increasingly aware that while his situation had some pleasant aspects, there were downsides too.

Personal hygiene came top of that list. He flatly refused to wash in the traditional cat manner, making it clear that licking himself was simply not going to happen. Jack seemed to understand, grooming him until he looked immaculate, but it wasn’t the same as having a shower.

Although his cat self wasn’t fond of water, he patiently suffered through Jack washing his paws, face and… intimate places with a damp cloth.

“Mrrow.”

“You’re welcome.”


TBC in ‘Friends’

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Chapter 691: Friends - Sequel to ‘Licked’

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Ianto learns that true friends don’t care about how you look.


For the first couple of days, Ianto kept to Jack’s office and the little room beneath, but soon started to feel restless and curious about what was happening. Watching from the window of Jack’s office was all very well, but he was separated from the team.

Venturing out of his safe place was nerve-racking. His biggest concern was that Myfanwy wouldn’t recognise him in his cat shape; becoming a convenient snack for the pteranodon wasn’t on his to do list. He needn’t have worried though. Flying down beside Jack, she looked at Ianto curiously and purred in greeting.

Friends forever.


TBC in ‘De-Clawed’

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Chapter 692: De-Clawed - Sequel to ‘Friends’

Author's Notes: My sixth drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: The end of Ianto’s catification.


‘How much longer?’ Ianto painstakingly typed on Tosh’s keyboard with one paw.

“I think I’ve almost figured it out, but first I want to test it on something that’s not you. I don’t want to make things worse.”

Purring, Ianto rubbed his head affectionately on Tosh’s arm. He’d be seriously embarrassed about that later. ‘You’re a true friend,’ he typed.

“I try.”



Ah hour later, testing complete, Tosh pointed the device in Ianto’s direction and pressed a sequence of buttons. There was a bright flash and then everyone got a flash of Ianto Jones.

Blushing, he fled, dignity gone again.


TBC in ‘Back To Normal?’

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Chapter 693: Back To Normal? - Sequel to ‘De-Clawed’

Author's Notes: My seventh drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Ianto’s himself again. Mostly.


Ianto had taken refuge in Jack’s bunker, hiding his blushes.

“Sorry about that,” Jack apologised. “Maybe I should’ve had a blanket available for when you changed back.”

“You think?” Ianto pulled on the robe Jack held out to him.

“In my defence, you were dressed when you turned into a cat.” Jack wrapped his arms comfortingly around Ianto. “I sort of assumed your clothes would come back too.”

“You assumed wrong.” Ianto leant against Jack, who was rubbing the back of his neck. “That feels good.”

“I gathered that. Are you purring?”

“Say one word to anyone and you’re dead!”


TBC in ‘Just Desserts’

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Chapter 694: Just Desserts - Sequel to ‘Back To Normal?’

Author's Notes: My eighth drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Owen really shouldn’t have teased Ianto…


“What the hell?”

Owen looked at his swollen hand; it had been fine the night before. Wincing, he finished dressing and headed for the Hub.



“What’s wrong with your hand?” Tosh asked.

“No idea.”

“Wait, isn’t that the hand Ianto scratched last week?”

Owen frowned. “Damnit! I can’t have Cat Scratch Fever! Ianto wouldn’t be seen dead with fleas! Jack made sure of that!”

“Then again, I spent a lot of time with Myf, and she does occasionally have fleas. Maybe that’ll teach you to be more respectful. ‘Catch mice’ indeed. I do that the humane way,” Ianto smirked.

“Fuck.”


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A/N: For SV, who asked: “Hmm, on this set of prompts, can you do something on cat scratch fever?

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Chapter 695: Cat-napped

Author's Notes: My ninth and last drabble for Challenge 335 – Feline at tw100.

Summary: Tribble has vanished and Rhys is worried.


Tribble was missing.

Rhys had searched the flat from top to bottom, knowing she had to be there somewhere because she wasn’t allowed out. Affectionate though she was, she wasn’t the smartest cat ever and it just seemed sensible to keep her away from traffic and other hazards. But there was no sign of her and he was becoming frantic.

He’d checked the oven, washing machine, laundry basket, underneath all the furniture… then an idea hit him. Pulling open a drawer, he looked inside and there she was, curled among his socks, fast asleep.

He smiled fondly; she was safe.


The End

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Chapter 696: Off The Menu

Author's Notes: My first drabble for Challenge 336 – Junk Food at tw100.

Summary: Ianto is concerned about Torchwood’s eating habits.


Frowning, Ianto gathered up yet another stack of empty pizza boxes destined for the recycling bin.

“We’ve all been eating way too much junk food lately,” he commented. “If the trend keeps up, we’re going to start looking like pizzas.”

“Round and delicious?” Jack asked.

“No; crusty and cheesy with too much fat.”

Jack looked down at himself, suddenly worried. He’d gone up a notch on his belt recently; that was probably from excess pizza.

“Okay, point taken. I guess a healthier diet couldn’t hurt.”

“Good, that’s settled. And Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“You can break the news to Owen,” Ianto smirked.


The End

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Chapter 697: Meat Dreams

Author's Notes: My second drabble for Challenge 336 – Junk Food at tw100.

Summary: Ianto is being a supportive partner.


Burgers and chips, meat feast pizzas, pies, hotdogs… Ianto’s dreams were filled with chorus lines of heavenly treats and he woke up every morning, mouth watering, longing for a good, solid, greasy fried breakfast.

Then he’d look over at Jack, sleeping beside him, looking like he’d swallowed a small whale, and he knew his dreams were destined to remain just dreams, at least for a couple more months.

Poor pregnant Jack couldn’t even bear the smell of cooked meat, so Ianto, being the supportive partner he was, had bravely gone vegetarian too.

Their baby was worth any amount of sacrifice.


The End

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Chapter 698: Doughnuts

Author's Notes: My third drabble for Challenge 336 – Junk Food at tw100.

Summary: Do doughnuts constitute a threat?


Jack set a box of ordinary-looking doughnuts on the boardroom table.

“Whatever you do, don’t eat these.”

“Why not?” Gwen asked.

“They came through the Rift. Owen took them to run tests; now he’s vanished and there’s an extra doughnut.”

“Owen might be a doughnut?”

“Possibly.”

The team eyed the doughnuts uncertainly.

“Become what you eat,” Ianto said slowly. “Mam used to warn me about that. I never believed her.”

They were still warily watching the doughnuts when Owen walked in. Everyone jumped up, hugging him.

“You’re not a doughnut!” exclaimed Tosh.

Owen stared at them, baffled. “You’re all nuts!”


The End

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Chapter 699: Night Off

Author's Notes: My fourth drabble for Challenge 336 – Junk Food at tw100.

Summary: A healthy diet should allow for occasional treats…


Healthy eating made sense, Jack understood that; he and Ianto had been eating healthily for two weeks now and it was starting to have the desired effect. They were both feeling fitter and more energetic, and Jack’s trousers were no longer pinching. The food even tasted pretty good, with lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, lean meat and wholegrain cereal.

But tonight was movie night, and raw veggies weren’t going to cut it.

“What d’you say we take the evening off from our new, healthier lifestyle?”

“Well, we did have a very healthy dinner,” Ianto grinned. “I’ll get the popcorn!”


The End

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Chapter 700: Helping Hands

Author's Notes: My fifth drabble for Challenge 336 – Junk Food at tw100.

Summary: Nosy goes looking for a helping hand.


Nosy liked to think it could do just about anything a human could, but after ten minutes of careful thought and experimentation, it had to accept there were some things Fluffs just couldn’t manage. The only thing left to do was to ask for assistance.

Owen was up to his elbows dissecting something. No h