The day of the Battle of Canary Wharf, Torchwood London As Ianto exited the lift on that ill-fated morning, he noticed a young girl sitting in the waiting area. At the time, he had thought it strange that someone so young would be sitting unattended in the Torchwood building. He wondered briefly about the strange… View Post
Jack watched Ianto storm out of the boardroom, too shocked to even think about trying to stop him. He glanced at the photograph of himself with the Captain again. How had that photo even been taken? Jack was sure Bilis hadn’t been on the dance floor with them and he hadn’t seen the flash from… View Post
Owen was starting to get fidgety. His hands shook from the effort of keeping himself under control after the shock of seeing and touching Diane and he just couldn’t seem to sit still. He had lost track of how long he had been left alone in the boardroom. Since Ianto had been taken away and… View Post
Ianto looked up, suddenly aware he had sat there looking at the photo in his hand for several minutes. Jack had always been a flirt; Ianto knew that. He had accepted it long ago and it had never been an issue for him. Ianto was confident that no matter how much Jack flirted he would… View Post
Bilis Manger leant over Ianto’s bed, his hands clasped tightly to the sides of Ianto’s head. A manic smile was showing on his face and his eyes had partially closed as he stood there, seemingly absorbing the feelings of pain and humiliation emanating from the dreaming man below him. “Are you sure we have to… View Post
By the end of Jack’s suspension, Ianto was relieved to find that his recurring nightmares of Lisa rampaging through the Hub seemed to have faded away for good. He still had his fair share of nightmares, just as he’d had throughout his entire life, but there were no more of the terrifying nightmares that woke… View Post
The morning of the Battle of Canary Wharf “Ianto! Hurry up! We’re gonna be late for work!” Lisa banged on the bathroom door. Listening to the answering grunt she walked away grinning. She did try not to nag him too much, but they really needed to get moving. His continual nightmares about those bloody robots… View Post
He had just returned home from a trip to Earth in the 1940s where he’d had the perfect con planned. Passing off a Chula ambulance ship as a war ship, planting it in a particular part of London he knew was going to be blown up by a German bomb, selling it to a couple… View Post