Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

[laligin]

Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late).

Right. Here's how this works.

Here are Thirty Flavours of Torchwood.

You pick a prompt. Then, for that prompt, you pick any member of the Torchwood Team (past or present) or any such combination you please, add an extra condition or two if you want, and I write it for you in the comments.

The idea is that I write a drabble-size piece, but they may start at 100 words and head off into the sunset... And I will put the whole set in one post when they're done, for neatness' sake. :)

Crossovers are allowed, I suppose, but I'm not too well aware of many other fandoms (not even Buffy) so be cautious...

Eek. I hope this works. ^_^'


DONE 1. Bloodied
DONE 2. Claustrophobic
DONE 3. Cold
DONE 4. Confused
DONE 5. Cuddly
DONE 6. Dancing
DONE 7. Daydreaming
DONE 8. Divided
DONE 9. Domestic
DONE 10. Ecstatic
DONE 11. Efficient
DONE 12. High
Claimed 13. Hunted
DONE 14. In-denial
DONE 15. Lost
DONE 16. On-a-roll
DONE 17. Point-of-no-return
DONE 18. Proud
DONE 19. Reading
DONE 20. Researching
DONE 21. Secretive
DONE 22. Silent
DONE 1 Claimed 1 23. Silver-tongued
Claimed 24. Singing-in-the-rain
DONE 25. Sleepy
Claimed 26. Snarky
DONE 27. Sorrowful
DONE 28. Suspicious
DONE 29. Victorious
DONE 30. Warm


All prompts now claimed! Working on them. ^_^

Oh, and if you don't like the drabble (or... er... short fic) tell me and I'll do another. XD

Comments

[miss-zedem.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, this is fantastic! I love it :D

[spacedye-vest.livejournal.com]

Poor Ianto! But I loved Jack being angry at Owen, and comforting and understanding Ianto.

“Consider your permission granted.”
Yeah!

I like this ficlet.

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Thank heavens for that! :D I'm very glad. ^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Ehee. Thank you most kindly. :) I didn't really mean to write Evil!Owen (honest!), it just kind of happened that way. XD

I'm glad you like. Not exactly short, though. Lali must try harder. ^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Here we are. 220 words. Suspicious!Jack. :) Hope you like it!

Just Checking

Ianto was fairly sure something was up when he woke up at two in the morning to find Jack bugging his suit jacket.

“Jack, what are you doing?” he asked, trying not to sound too amused, and watched Jack jump, then hastily fold up the jacket to put it over the back of the chair nearby, pretending he hadn’t been up to anything remotely nefarious.

“You should go back to sleep,” Jack told him, failing in his attempts to look seductive when he added, “Unless you can think of anything better to do?”

Ianto yawned, and shook his head, muttering, “’Fraid not. Sleep is good,” and lay back down again. He distinctly heard Jack breathe a sigh of relief, and waited patiently for him to pick up the jacket again before he said, “Off the top of my head, I can give you two good reasons why you should already know I’m not sleeping with anybody else. One, I haven’t got the time, and two, you’d probably smell it.”

There was the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, and he glanced up again to see Jack looking extremely sheepish.

“Oh,” he added, settling back down again, “and it would probably work better if you bugged my phone, anyway. I don’t wear the suit when I’m out on the pull.”

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Er. Sorry about this. XD 160 words. Highly Jack/Ianto.

To The Victor The Spoils

“Oh... Oh yeah. Come on, Ianto, that’s right. Just there. Oh, that’s good. Push. Harder. Go on, get in there! O-oh, that’s nice.”

Ianto pulled his hand away, relaxing a little, and glanced up at Jack, who moved far too quickly, taking him quite by surprise, and then grinned, and said, “Do it again, Yan.”

“Will you keep quiet this time?” he asked, and Jack grinned wider, purring, “I’m only trying to encourage you.”

Ianto hesitated for a moment, then picked his spot and started again. Jack promptly groaned, “Oh, God, Ianto, yes, just there. That’s the one. Do it like you did last time,” and Ianto couldn’t help the twitch, yelping, “Christ, Jack!”

The Jenga tower collapsed on the table, and Ianto sat back in his chair with a sigh, saying, “You’re a filthy cheater,” while Jack grinned triumphantly, and told him, “You know you love the way I win.”

“I’m never playing Twister with you,” Ianto said flatly.

[theohsocurlyone.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAA! Fantastic!

[mrs-norrington.livejournal.com]

LOL That was great! Thanks!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

270 words. :) Hope you like it!

Reminisce If You Must, But Don't Forget About Now

“So she was blonde and… what was it, nineteen?”

The Doctor, walking into the atrium of the TARDIS, turned on his heel and walked straight back out before Jack and Martha saw him. Admittedly, he’d been slow to stop talking about Rose, but now the tables were turned and someone else was doing the reminiscing, he’d just about had enough of it.

Jack glanced over his shoulder, sitting next to Martha on the double seat, with his feet up on the TARDIS consoles, and said, “I think that might have done it.”

Martha glanced back as well, and asked, “Do you think he’ll stop mentioning her at every opportunity, then?”

Grinning, Jack said, “With a bit of luck, he’ll even remember we exist.”

Martha smiled at him, then looked back quickly, hissing, “He’s coming back,” and then saying, louder, “So you were dancing on an invisible spaceship.”

“In the middle of the Blitz,” Jack confirmed, hearing the Doctor growl in exasperation and leave again.

“Why?” Martha asked, and he jumped up and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet and saying, “Because I like dancing,” as he swept her into a waltz, pleased by her yelp of surprise, and wondering if he’d managed to distract her enough to forget about Rose as well.

“I especially like dancing with pretty girls,” he grinned, and she laughed, and said for him, “And pretty boys.”

“Pretty aliens,” he suggested, twirling them around the TARDIS’s main column.

“Pretty robots?” she asked, and now he laughed, saying, “You know, that’s one thing I never tried. Although there was this time on Byara Two, when…”

[laligin.livejournal.com]

:D Thank heavens for that. I've been flailing and panicking about this because I'm that much of a prude... XD Eheh. Glad you liked!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :) Glad you liked it! ^_^

[faith-less-one.livejournal.com]

Love it!!

Thank you.

[laligin.livejournal.com]

:) I'm very glad! Thank you!

[(Anonymous)]

Being claustophobic myself (hence the reason I chose that one!) I think you captured it very well!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :) That means a lot to me - I try and write these things realistically, but since I don't know it myself, it's more difficult...

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Rawr! 560 words. Post season one for general understanding of Jack's immortality. :) Hope you like!

Satnav, Seatbelt, Punchline

“You really should have taken that turn,” Ianto said for the fourth time in an hour, peering out into the darkness of the country roads, and Owen told him, “This way’s shorter.”

“Not according to the satnav,” Ianto sighed. “I took the liberty of checking our route before you threw it out and shot it.”

“That was a bit over the top,” Jack commented, stretched out on the backseat, reading a battered copy of Lost Horizon by torchlight.

Ianto twisted to glance at him, and said dryly, “You can talk. For the last time, sit up and put your seatbelt on.”

“I have got it on,” Jack said, sounding bored and continuing with his book. “But at the speed Owen’s driving, we’re all dead if he crashes anyway. And if you are lucky enough to survive I’ll be too busy getting myself out of this damn thing to come to your rescue.”

“Selfish bastard,” Owen muttered. “What bloody use is immortality if you’re not going to bother helping us when you come back from the dead?”

Jack rolled his eyes to himself, saying, “Then for God’s sake don’t crash.”

“Like I’m going to,” Owen retorted. “I do know what I’m doing. You on the other hand –”

“I’m wearing my seatbelt, alright?” Jack sighed, plucking at the belt in question, which was awkwardly twisted around his waist, uncomfortable, and irritating the hell out of him. “What more do you people want from me?”

“Um,” said Ianto, and they both asked, “What?”

“I don’t want to worry you,” he said, “since you’re both so busy at the moment, but do either of you have any idea where we are?”

Jack sat up and looked out of the window, while Owen actually bothered to look at the roadside as well as the road, and they both said, “Um,” as well.

“We can go back the way we came,” Owen said easily, but Ianto sighed, “Not unless you bothered to keep track of what turns you were taking. I’m almost sure we’re heading in completely the wrong direction at the moment, but I got disoriented when you doubled back and went through that field.”

Shrugging, Owen said, “Well, this road’s bound to go somewhere. We can figure it out when we arrive there.”

Ianto paused, then dug in his pocket for his phone, saying, “I’m going to call Tosh and get her to direct us.”

“No!” yelped both Jack and Owen at the same time, and Ianto asked, “For pity’s sake, why not?”

“She’ll never let us forget it!” Owen said desperately, and Jack nodded agreement, saying, “You don’t know what she’ll do to us if we interrupt her date.”

“What will she do?” Ianto asked in exasperation, and Jack whined, “She’ll give us a Look.”

Owen shuddered, and muttered, “No way. Not again.”

“I could ask Gwen instead?” Ianto suggested weakly, then winced and said, “No, I suppose not,” as both the others shot him a disbelieving glance. He paused for a moment, then sighed, “God, I’m starting to go as mad as you two,” and propped his chin on his hand and went back to staring out at the night.

Jack peered over Owen’s shoulder through the windscreen for a few moments, then murmured, “I knew we should have turned left,” and lay back down with his book, grinning to himself.

[shadowbyrd.livejournal.com]

LOVE!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

^_^ Why thanke. And I'm working on yours at the moment. You're also getting a dedicated Jack/Tosh fic in my fanfic100, 'cause I came up with this lovely idea but forgot you asked for Doctor Who crossover. XD So you get extra. ^_^

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Done, done, done. 510 words. Suitably gory... Hope you like! :D

Cathragene Cleanup

Jack’s immortality had certainly come in useful since his return from travelling with the Doctor. He’d been far more willing to lay his life on the line for the others, which had helped no end, but had led to him being shot, stabbed, blown up (in various senses of the phrase) and generally killed more than a dozen times in the month since he’d come back.

The only real trouble with the situation, as far as Owen was concerned, was the blood. Take now, for instance. They’d been trying to sneak up on a sleeping Cathragene (much like a porcupine, but bigger, nastier, and capable of shooting metre-long darts at predators – or unfortunate bypassers) which had made its nest in one of the boats right outside the Tourist Information entrance. Gwen, however, had sneezed on the approach, and it had woken up and fired a dozen darts at the nearest attacker – Tosh.

Naturally, Jack had dived in front of her, just in the nick of time.

This meant that while the others were chasing after their fleeing Cathragene, Owen (as doctor) was left to pull all of the darts out of Jack so that he could come back to life without instantly dying again.

And God, what a mess it was making. The darts were barbed, as it turned out, so every pull was ripping Jack even further to shreds (his shirt and t-shirt were beyond repair by now, though the darts had missed his coat, so he’d be happy enough), and the Cathragene’s aim was far too good. Two darts in Jack’s heart, one skewering his throat, another in his eye and seven more stuck in the rest of his body, and Owen was getting covered in his blood trying to remove them. His hands kept slipping, and it was even beginning to make him feel queasy.

Jack gasped and flailed back to life before he’d got them all out, croaking, “Ow?” in clear confusion.

“Oh, shut up,” Owen muttered, pausing to try and wipe his hands clean on Jack’s coat (which was soaked in blood anyway, and so was little help). “You’ve got a Cathragene dart stuck in your throat, alright? Hold still while I get it out.”

Jack made an unpleasantly bubbly choking sound, focusing on the dart in his neck, and raised his eyebrows.

Rolling his eyes, Owen yanked it out, and watched Jack die again as blood spurted from the wound. He pulled the final dart from Jack’s leg, and stood up, trying to wipe his face clean of Jack’s blood on his shoulder, and not being particularly successful.

“Why can’t you ever be strangled?” he asked Jack, kicking him a bit. “You always have to make a mess, and it’s usually me who gets covered in your innards in the process.”

He paused for a moment, taking in the gore on the planks and the wall, then grinned to himself, raising his hand to his earpiece.

“Ianto, soon as you’re done with the porcupine, get back here. Got some cleanup for you to do.”

[joulez217.livejournal.com]

I like, I really like! Yup definitly all bloodied and poor jack dying several times in one go! And yeah poor Owen, poor, poor Owen its true though he always get stuck with having to clean up the blood when someons injured!

Great work I like this, thank you very much for writing this! I will have to repay the favour!:D

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Ehee. ^_^ I'm glad you like. You don't have to return the favour, though I'll never say no to fics... :D

Ask for Bloodied!Jack and Owen, and ye shall receive. ^_^ Thanke!

[joulez217.livejournal.com]

I do like! And I like returning the favour, keeps me busy! So what shall it be?

And yup thats what I asked for! heehee

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Fic. :D Now let's see. I'll not say, "Whatever you like!" because that makes it incredibly difficult to think of something.

How about whole team involvement. Hmm.

Oh. :D

In the armoury, they have swords. Two of them are from the Sycorax invasion - the one the Doctor fought with (presumably recovered with the hand) and the one the Sycorax leader used (presumably recovered with the leader!). But there are others as well.

Use one of the others in the fic. Could be where it came from, or it starts doing something strange, or has to be used to fight something, or whatever you please from there. :D

Hee. Have fun...

[joulez217.livejournal.com]

Okay firstly, I seriously gotta rewatch Torchwood, they've got swords in the armoury!!!!

Secondly, I'll get on it, as soon as I've finsished up with my current fic I'm writing, so maybe next week sometime it should be finished! :D

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Eeh. This is going to sound weird. Watch the second Jack/Ianto kiss again - but don't watch them, watch the background! :D (Or just enjoy the screencap here (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a105/Laligin/TW_hi-def_236.jpg)...)

Hee. Yays! Fic fic fic!