Author's note: I keep saying to people that there's a log more going on behind the scenes with Ianto and Jack than I can really let on, because I play both of them. To which they responded, "why don't you write fic about it, then?" So... I did. This takes place between this log in which Sulu takes Ianto to see McCoy, and when he actually recovers ( Read more... )

Ianto wasn't sure whether he was grateful that Sulu was able to carry him or not. On one hand, he really couldn't walk without passing out anymore, so he supposed it was really for the best that Sulu was as strong as he was, but at the same time...it was rather embarrassing, to be carried through the hallways of the Enterprise, having people that ( Read more... )

Ianto lay in his bed upstairs, a book laying face down on his chest. He had been trying to read for the better part of an hour, but had found himself drifting more often than not, and on the third read-through of the same page he'd given up and just put it down. And he'd been drifting since then as well, not really awake enough to be doing anything ( Read more... )

It'd been a week. A week since that first day that he'd come back from the hospital, and Sulu had had to help him around his flat. A week, most of which he'd spent in a sort of semi-conscious, fatigued and weary state, shuffling about trying to get the necessary things done, but only just succeeding. As Ianto sat on the edge of his bed, just having ( Read more... )

Ianto had been cleared by John and the attending nurse to be fit to go, and was currently in the process of getting himself presentable enough to be officially discharged. With Jack off on a call about someone having sighted Myfanwy out in the countryside, and Sulu waiting outside for the taxi they'd called to bring him home, that left him with the ( Read more... )

Went to see my sister today, thought I could borrow Mica for the day. Of course, she refused, but then, well. She guilted me into staying to chat, saying that she had something to talk to me about. Then she proceeded to tell me about how "I'd been spotted". In town. Having dinner with a man. An intimate dinner with a man ( Read more... )

Ianto pulled his jacket closer to him as he walked down the street towards the pub he was supposed to meet Gwen at. He'd gone home to change, and had just thrown on whatever he could find, because it was only Gwen, and let's face it. His head wasn't into looking good. It was still reeling from the fact that Jack, like a bloody child or something, ( Read more... )

The past few days had been exciting ones, and definitely not in the way that Ianto would have predicted them to be when he'd first set foot on the boat. They should have known that there would be something wrong with this, but how were they to know that Sulu saying that nothing could go wrong after what they'd accomplished on the first night would ( Read more... )

Because all the cool kids are doing it ( Read more... )

Ianto worked on filing in the archives, normally a mind numbing task that he'd enjoy to have a moment to himself, but at this stage in the game, it'd almost become torturous. Left to himself, alone with only his mind, all of his doubts and fears came out to play, and he began to dislike being down in the archives by himself, because there were no ( Read more... )