Time seemed to stand still as the two groups stared at each other. The Torchwood team looking down from the boardroom, and Bilis Manger and the committee looking up from where they had spread out around the Hub. Ianto looked over to Jack from where he was seated at the table. “Jack, that’s Bilis Manger…”… View Post
The three hours it took for Ianto to revive was the first time Jack had had a chance to slow down after returning to the current time. It gave Jack plenty of time to think about what had happened and what could have happened. Jack felt something approaching guilt as it started to sink in… 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
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
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
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