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[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking BreathChapter 7[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking Breath by paradoxmachine
“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Ianto said, as they sped along the country roads, swerving around the few other cars when it was necessary.
“All the time,” said Jack. “All I have to do is step outside, and immediately everyone is staring at me.”
“That’s fair,” said Ianto. “But actually I was leading up to an eerie reveal.”
“Right, because someone’s hiding in the back seat,” Jack said flippantly.
“Yes sir,” said Ianto. “Just thought you should know.”
Jack grinned, adjusting the rear view mirror just in time to see the flash of silver before the creature’s arms were around him. It covered his mouth, claws digging into his forehead, cheek, and neck.
“This is my car, you asshat,” said Victor, his snarling face pressed against Jack’s ear. “You can’t just take peoples
[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: A Ghost's EyesChapter 5[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: A Ghost's Eyes by paradoxmachine
A Ghost’s Eyes
Thin, delicate hands were stroking his hair. Jack shifted and groaned quietly.
Jack’s body glowed with a dull numbness. Trying to move, even a little bit, felt like being struck by lightning. All of his limbs felt rubbery.
“If you don’t wake up before he gets back, bad things will happen to you.”
“Is that- a threat?” Jack choked, fighting to open his eyes. That stung, too, but he could just make out through bleary eyes-
Slivers of silver, and long, dark eyelashes.
Jack gasped and sat up, ignoring the tearing jolts of pain.
“-You!” he shouted. “You’re the one who… who…”
Jack held his head. He couldn’t remember anything else. He could see her lips moving in his mind’s eye, but couldn’t make any sense of it. Something to do with...
Nothing. There was nothing there.
Jack tried to blink away the pain,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G8 Janto Torchwood"So did you guys do anything interesting while I was gone?"K-I-S-S-I-N-G8 Janto Torchwood by fantasylover42
Ianto and Jack sat on Ianto's couch, watching TV. Ianto sighed. "No, not really. It was pretty boring, honestly. It seems like we were never all here at the same time. Except for when we saw a movie."
"Ah, so you did come out of hibernation." Jack dodged the pillow that Ianto threw at him. He grinned at him. "I mean that in the best way, of course."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Of course. Whatever that means."
"So," Jack continued conversationally, "was the movie any fun?"
Ianto shrugged noncommittally. "It was okay, I guess," he said reluctantly, remembering the actions of a certain female friend who he'd been sitting next to.
Jack swung his head towards him, one eyebrow raised. "Well, isn't that an enthusiastic answer."
"Just being honest."
"So you didn't like the movie, then?"
Ianto thought about it. He honestly couldn't remember. "I don't know."
Jack gave him an odd look before saying, "Alright, I guess that your summer activit
Ianto's View On ChildrenIanto thoroughly disliked children. He didn't see the pleasure in caring for a sticky bundle of tears, he didn't feel comfortable cooing to a miniature person who didn't understand him and he certainly didn't like the idea of changing diapers. He had enough to deal with without the drama of a child.Ianto's View On Children by TashiiPear
Yet, despite his obvious displeasure around kids, they flocked to him. They danced around his ankles, tripping him and dribbling on his shoes. They tugged at his suit and called for attention. Sometimes, they vomited into his lap and then laughed in delight as he grimaced. It was an endless bundle of rosy cheeks and innocent eyes, both of which hid the true demons inside.
He didn't understand peoples fascination with them. They were always sticky, crying and pooping. If they weren't bubbly or wet, then they were asleep. Where was the fun? Where was the order, the familiarity?
Looking for answers, he would sometimes head to his sister's house. Rhiannon was the proud mother of two children, D
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