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
Jack woke the next morning to the pleasant sensation of Ianto sleeping peacefully in his arms. Smiling down at the sleeping man, he carefully smoothed back his sleep-ruffled hair. Despite not actually having said as much, Ianto had seemed relieved after he had told Jack about his ongoing nightmare. It had been a long time… View Post
“Boss?” Ianto looked up at the knock on the door and smiled. “Suzie. Come in.” Suzie sat herself down on the other side of Ianto’s desk and placed a folder on it. “Here’s that report you wanted.” Ianto took the folder and started flipping through. “Anything interesting I should know about?” “It all looks to… View Post
Ianto had his first major nightmare less than a week after Ethan had disappeared. The little boy dreamt of swirling lights and hideous creatures, with large fangs, who were trying to eat him. The nightmare caused him to wake up screaming each time. After a couple of nights of this, his father lost patience with… View Post
Jack sped back to the Hub, alternating between anger and disappointment. First Ianto had messaged him out of the blue ordering him to meet him at the warehouse. Jack had been annoyed that Ianto had called him out and just expected him to come running. However, once he got there and heard why Ianto had… View Post
Ianto walked back to the Hub, reflecting on his first week as Director of Torchwood Cardiff. Whilst he hadn’t really expected a quiet week, he certainly hadn’t been prepared for such an eventful one. The fact that it only was one week made it even more surprising. Admittedly, some things had gone better than expected. … View Post
The big run down house on Kipling Lane was the stuff of legends. Some people said it was haunted; some said terrible things had happened there; some said it should be condemned and pulled down. And just about every set of parents had banned their kids from ever going there, worried about the dangers of… View Post
As the boat chugged along the Bristol Channel, headed back towards Cardiff, it could have been any normal Sunday afternoon boat ride. Just two friends who had spent a relaxing, sunny day out on one of the islands. Maybe they’d enjoyed a picnic in one of the many grassed areas available. Or maybe they’d climbed… View Post
Ianto looked on in wry amusement as his team filed back into the Hub. He had sent them out in search of the supposed meteorite, wanting to make sure that that was all it was. Things hadn’t gone quite how he had hoped: the army and police had arrived at the crash site before Torchwood… View Post
Extracts from case file “1899-CJH”: Subject Profile – Compiled by Guppy, Alice (Miss), Senior Field Operative: Name: Harkness, Jack. Designation: Captain (unconfirmed). Species: Unknown – claims to be human but his unique “ability” clearly shows he is not of this planet and not fit to be called human. Date of Birth: Late 51st century –… View Post
At Torchwood, a different kind of clean up was happening. Ianto had already locked the glove and knife away the previous night, but he and Jack still had to go through Suzie’s computer and remove any case files relating to her research. They had also recovered a few items of alien technology during their sweep… View Post
As a young girl growing up in Cardiff, Suzita Naidoo was a happy child. Too young to sense the ever-growing tension between her parents, she relished the attention she reaped from both of them. As she grew older though, her mother’s growing depression after a miscarriage, her father’s increasing temper and bad moods, the both… View Post
Ianto straightened his tie one last time as he prepared to enter the Torchwood building. It was his first day as the Director of Torchwood Cardiff and he was determined to make a good impression on the rest of the team. Keeping up with the Torchwood One dress code, he was immaculately dressed in his… 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
Ianto Jones sat in his partially unpacked flat and looked around at the piles of boxes and sighed. Only 30 or so more to go, he thought resignedly. He had arrived in Cardiff late the previous night after an emotional journey back from London, his home for the past six years. As the journey had… View Post
– “Jack” – Was someone calling his name? Jack lay on the ground, somewhere between the dark peaceful nothingness of death, and the blinding light and pain of being jerked back into life. He couldn’t tell if the voice he heard was real or imagined, if it belonged to a stranger or a friend. View Post