Stopwatch-lovers

Ok so this is my very first attempt at a Torchwood fanfic. It's been years since I've written anything, and that was Gundam, so yeah.. Parings: pre Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa(past) Rating: PG Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did there would have been a VERY different end to CoE. Spoilers: Cyberwoman, the Song used is Somebody's Baby by Pat Benatar off her album Gravity's Rainbow Ianto was numb, there was no other word for it. He was emotionally drained. The fallout in the Hub and the final death of Lisa had shattered him. He'd been so hopeful and he'd spent months trying to help her, but it just hadn't been enough. None of that seemed to matte

The week crept by slowly, punctuated by discussions of the fast-approaching party. Jack’s house was ideal for two main reasons: there was plenty of space, and his parents were exceptionally easy-going. One of the first things that had happened was Jack had made sure to expand the scale of the party. It was odd; Ianto would pass groups of people in the hallways and hear Jack’s name as they discussed weekend plans. Jack had so many suggestions of widely varied appropriateness that Ianto wasn’t always entirely sure when to take him seriously anymore. But he was very sure that Jack’s latest suggestion was serious, and Ian

Jack woke up to the tinny buzzing of an alarm in an unfamiliar room. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, seeing the man whose bed he was in getting dressed. “I have work,” he said, glancing at Jack as he buttoned up his shirt, “and I’m guessing that you do too. If you’re hungry, you can help yourself to whatever I may have.” He tucked in his shirt. “Otherwise, just let yourself out. Thanks for the night.” He grabbed a tie off of his dresser and hung it around his neck as he left the room. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and located his clothes. Aside from his coat, which was draped n

Ianto was stretched out on Jack’s bed, his maths textbook open in front of him. Jack was next to him, trying – mostly successfully – to distract him. It didn’t help that even without Jack’s added efforts, Ianto was oddly aware of how close Jack was to him. Since he was so occupied with ignoring both the fact and what it may mean, his resolve for ignoring Jack’s pestering and focusing on his homework was greatly lessened. “Honestly, Ianto, it’s the first day back, and I’m bored!” Jack was trying to pull Ianto’s textbook away, but Ianto kept a firm hand on it as he wrote in his