OH NO! They took all of his time with Jack after 456! The scoundrels! And they took his wedding ring! This is bad! So Jack can't come galloping to the rescue. Unless he tortures John into getting the location of the colony..... XOXOXO (Been reading your fic since last night)
I've been reading for a couple days now, I'm here. I have many compliments for the previous chapters (and the rest of the first story that I read so fast I didn't stop for comments), but here and now, I want to say that at the end of this section I feel sick -- the kind of sick you intended, probably, the ohgodohgodohgodohno! kind of sick. Really. Stomach all twisty in that hair pulling, how will they get out of this?! way. Nicely done there.
The progression of Ianto's mindset from the potential for panic to owning the situation is brilliantly expressed here:
Silently, Hart led Ianto and Jack in a different direction. Jack was clearly counting doorways and trying to remember where things were in case their guide betrayed them. Ianto counted his own doorways, in case he needed to escape without either of them. He remembered this, barely, from his mad dash to freedom when he'd first arrived in the fifty-first century, but then all office buildings took on a similar form from their function. While Time Agents and their masters plotted out the past and future of the human race, underlings still had to mind the paperwork, fetch food and drink, and get on with the day to day business of keeping the organisation running smoothly
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XOXOXO (Been reading your fic since last night)
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Glad you're enjoying the story! More is up now!
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Love the Jenny voice too.
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Jenny is a delight to write, every time.
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Silently, Hart led Ianto and Jack in a different direction. Jack was clearly counting doorways and trying to remember where things were in case their guide betrayed them. Ianto counted his own doorways, in case he needed to escape without either of them. He remembered this, barely, from his mad dash to freedom when he'd first arrived in the fifty-first century, but then all office buildings took on a similar form from their function. While Time Agents and their masters plotted out the past and future of the human race, underlings still had to mind the paperwork, fetch food and drink, and get on with the day to day business of keeping the organisation running smoothly ( ... )
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