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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-18 10:55 am
sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-18 10:55 am
Headcase; Torchwood, PG
Title: Headcase
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG; Jack/Ianto implied
Summary: Concussions are hardly unknown in their line of work.
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villainny, poor concussed thing. Quite short, by my standards anyway; just under 350 words.
Warnings: None.
Originally Posted 3.12.08
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Concussions are hardly unknown in their line of work; along with the gunshot wounds and the bruises and the occasional momentary death, it goes with the job. Though concussions are a little different, of course. Anyone can sit with you when you're at A&E with buckshot in your hip, after all.
Owen says that medical studies have proven you don't need to sit up with concussion patients anymore, but even coming from a distant future Jack has lived too long in the past to buy it. It is his job to stay with them, therefore, and Owen washes his hands of the whole situation.
Rhys is nice but kind of ineffective, so Jack makes Gwen stay with him at the Hub when she's been hit on the head. They sit in his office and don't talk much, since Gwen's high-strung enough not to drift off simply because she's sitting down. The silence is okay; sometimes if she asks he'll even answer questions he wouldn't at any other time.
For Tosh, he takes her up to the Plass and they stand at the rail and eat crisps (which are all she wants, anything else makes her nauseous) and let the cold keep her awake. He makes her teach him Japanese, mostly the dirty stuff. Tosh blushes, but her vocabulary is extensive and intriguing. Jack teaches her pick-up lines in alien languages and tells her it's love poetry.
Owen keeps insisting he doesn't need to be sat-up-with, but Jack insists harder and when you're concussed there's only so much Jack you can take before it's overwhelming. So they sit on the sofa near the rolldoor and Jack pulls Owen's head down to his shoulder and tells him stories, as if Owen's a little kid, every one of which is true and none of which Owen believes.
(Except Owen doesn't get concussions anymore. Jack kind of misses it.)
And of course when he's had a severe head injury is the only time Ianto can't pull a bluff better than anyone else on the team, so Jack makes him play cards. Ianto sits in the conference-room chair, all hollows-under-eyes and lip-chewing youthfulness and sidelong looks, and Jack thinks it was one of his best ideas ever to suggest strip-poker.
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG; Jack/Ianto implied
Summary: Concussions are hardly unknown in their line of work.
Author's Notes: Written for
villainny, poor concussed thing. Quite short, by my standards anyway; just under 350 words. Warnings: None.
Originally Posted 3.12.08
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Concussions are hardly unknown in their line of work; along with the gunshot wounds and the bruises and the occasional momentary death, it goes with the job. Though concussions are a little different, of course. Anyone can sit with you when you're at A&E with buckshot in your hip, after all.
Owen says that medical studies have proven you don't need to sit up with concussion patients anymore, but even coming from a distant future Jack has lived too long in the past to buy it. It is his job to stay with them, therefore, and Owen washes his hands of the whole situation.
Rhys is nice but kind of ineffective, so Jack makes Gwen stay with him at the Hub when she's been hit on the head. They sit in his office and don't talk much, since Gwen's high-strung enough not to drift off simply because she's sitting down. The silence is okay; sometimes if she asks he'll even answer questions he wouldn't at any other time.
For Tosh, he takes her up to the Plass and they stand at the rail and eat crisps (which are all she wants, anything else makes her nauseous) and let the cold keep her awake. He makes her teach him Japanese, mostly the dirty stuff. Tosh blushes, but her vocabulary is extensive and intriguing. Jack teaches her pick-up lines in alien languages and tells her it's love poetry.
Owen keeps insisting he doesn't need to be sat-up-with, but Jack insists harder and when you're concussed there's only so much Jack you can take before it's overwhelming. So they sit on the sofa near the rolldoor and Jack pulls Owen's head down to his shoulder and tells him stories, as if Owen's a little kid, every one of which is true and none of which Owen believes.
(Except Owen doesn't get concussions anymore. Jack kind of misses it.)
And of course when he's had a severe head injury is the only time Ianto can't pull a bluff better than anyone else on the team, so Jack makes him play cards. Ianto sits in the conference-room chair, all hollows-under-eyes and lip-chewing youthfulness and sidelong looks, and Jack thinks it was one of his best ideas ever to suggest strip-poker.
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The image of Jack sitting with Owen's head on his shoulder, telling him stories, is just about the cutest thing ever.
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And yes, Jack will never change...
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I'm going with a theory put forth by others in other comms -- hopefully sometime in the next season he'll run into some Nanogenes who can help.
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Luffly. ♥
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(No, really, I laughed and then screeched as a mouse darted out from under the couch)
(I hate mice.)
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I love your Torchwood fic so much. :)
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Good Job!
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Someone should write Ianto/Giles. Just sayin'.
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Ianto would make a marvellous (if slightly kinky) Watcher.
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I adore the image of Jack with Owen's head on his shoulder telling him stories. :)
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This made me giggle and
<(Except Owen doesn't get concussions anymore. Jack kind of misses it.)
this made me feel very melancholy and
Jack thinks it was one of his best ideas ever to suggest strip-poker.
this made me want to read that fic. Really pretty!
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Or else, that's what Ianto likes to make him think...
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I love the way you dealt with Owen in this. I really didn't like him last series but he's growing on me now.*
This whole ficlet is lovely :)
*Especially after seeing Burn Gorman in Penelope with my sister at the weekend, which is probably something I shouldn't admit to, but I loved that film so much. Especially for the cast.
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And strip-poker while Ianto's concussed is so very Jack :D
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Em xXx
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Jack teaches her pick-up lines in alien languages and tells her it's love poetry.
I can so see him doing this LOL
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