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

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[laligin.livejournal.com]

Ai. Your journal, it is gone, but I have this anyway. 650 words... Hope somebody likes it, even if (woe!) you never see it... Set just post Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, which should be fairly obvious from the ficlet itself. ^_^' Sorry for delay...

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On the one hand, Ianto thought, pouring two cups of coffee, he had been right about things being more fun with Jack around. Depending on your definition of fun. Of course, on the other, Gwen had almost been killed twice, Tosh and Owen were both wounded, Jack had died again, and everyone was suffering the after effects of unprotected time travel.

Thinking of that, he looked down at the coffee, and breathed in cautiously. His stomach turned over at the smell.

With a sigh, he poured one cup down the sink and went to give the other to Jack, who was going through Ianto’s meagre selection of DVDs, frowning.

“Anything you like?” Ianto asked, holding out the mug.

Jack took it from him absent-mindedly and sipped it, then reached back to put it on the coffee table, still looking at the DVDs. He shrugged one shoulder and said nothing.

“Anything you remember?” Ianto said quietly.

At that Jack looked up, eyebrows raised. They stared at each other for a moment, then Ianto shook his head and turned away. Restlessly, he checked the fridge, but nothing was even remotely appetising.

“How do you stand time travel if it makes you feel this sick?” he said aloud, half-expecting Jack to ignore the question as rhetorical.

“This dampens the effects,” Jack said, and Ianto looked round to see him tap his wrist strap. “And if you do it often enough you get used to what’s left over.”

“So you’re not feeling as bad as the rest of us?” Ianto said, closing the fridge and leaning against it.

Jack shook his head, with a sheepish smile.

Ianto was torn between amusement and annoyance. And lingering hurt. He watched Jack turn back to the DVDs and run his fingers over the spines, pretending to choose one. Checking his watch, he saw that they still had more than four hours before the Hub would be clear. For once, every second in Jack’s company was dragging. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to.

“How are you?” Jack asked suddenly. “Really?”

Ianto shot him a glance, but he was staring at the shelf, tracing the letters on the spine of Tomorrow Never Dies.

“I’m fine,” he said, unable to help a touch of sarcasm. “How about you?”

“Great,” Jack told him, and shot him a bright smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Ianto bit his tongue. He wasn’t sure whether it was Jack’s time away that had thrown him so much, or John’s casual dropping of a name that clearly meant a lot to him, but as much as he wanted to press for answers, he knew Jack would rather brood on things alone than reveal too much of his past to anyone. He wouldn’t get anywhere, and it would just annoy them both.

He took a deep breath, then moved over to where Jack was crouched, and pulled him to his feet.

“It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been away,” he said, which made Jack blink in surprise, “you’re back now, and if you say you’re not leaving again I’ll believe you. I won’t ask, but you can tell me what happened if you want to. Alright?”

“What do you mean how long I’ve been away?” Jack said, with a twisted smile. “It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

For a second, Ianto weighed frustration against resigned tolerance, then sighed and let go of Jack’s arms.

“You’ve been away far enough and long enough that you’re not used to the taste of coffee anymore,” he said quietly, and gestured to the full mug still sitting on the coffee table. When Jack dropped his gaze guiltily, Ianto shrugged, and said again, “It doesn’t matter.”

Jack looked up warily, and Ianto considered his options for a second, then gave up and kissed him.

And from there, to his relief, there was only one path they could take.