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Title: Time Stands Still
Author: flowergurl4675
Fandom: Torchwood

Genre: Drabble, fluff.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: G.
Status: Complete

Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh. Don’t sue.

Note: Dedicated to my oh-so-awesome yakkorat_fics because of her Jack/Ianto obsession and also introducing me to Torchwood. Also, comments are love~

He was hurt. Badly.

Jack couldn’t forgive himself for such a careless mistake. He sat at the autopsy room, his hands clasped together in nervous habit. “God, don’t die on me…” he whispered, more to himself than to the unconscious body of Ianto Jones.

He didn’t know what to do to pass time. Even though it was only a week ago when everything had happened, it felt as if he had been sitting there by Ianto’s side for at least a century now. And he would know; he had seen more than anyone.

Today, he felt like talking more than any day. So he did. He talked about the Doctor. He talked about Rose. He talked about Estelle. He talked about Jack.

“And there’s you,” he said at last, letting out a hollow laugh. “There’s you. Ianto Jones. The Tea-Boy.” He shook his head. “What are you? I don’t know anything about you. The only thing I remember is the way we met—”

“So do I,” whispered a weak voice. Jack’s head shot up.


 “You-you said I’d have the most important job in the hub,” Ianto’s voice was heavy and strained. “I’d save you by making coffee, Sir.”

“Ianto…” Jack repeated, holding Ianto’s chalk-colored hands, planting a few kisses on them. When Ianto cracked a weak smiled, Jack returned the favor, beaming. “You know,” he said, caressing Ianto’s tousled hair, “you still have the most important job, although it’s a little different.”

“And what is that, Sir?” Ianto winced in pain.

 Jack smiled from ear to ear. “Keeping me alive.”

Current Mood:
calm calm
Current Music:
Time Stands Still ~ All American Rejects
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Title: Unseen

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Angst, smut, a bit of comedy?
Rating: Definitely R. I should be hung for having such a sick mind. ;__;
Word Count: 2,078
Status: Complete. It's just a long one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, blah blah blah. I write for entertainment (disregarding money, of course) purposes only.
Warning: It's slash smut. Please do not click if you have a week heart or a pure mind.
A/N: It's my first fanfic in a while, because I've just been busy with my longer Harry/Draco fanfic. I got the request for this a while ago, although I do not honestly remember the person who asked me for it. My apologies. I tried to be not too OOC (because that just pisses me off). I made up for any OOC at the end of the story. Also, the story is in Draoc's point of view. Yay? XD; Hope you enjoy. And if you don't hate it too much, give me <3~

Current Music:
The Carpal Tunnel of Love ~ Fall Out Boy
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This is just something I just came up with in five minutes. It's from a scene in Farewell to Arms. Ltn. Henry, the main character of the story, is in the same ambulance as another guy. I merely took the liberty of writing about that guy's story. What are the odds that he was a homosexual? 10% chance. Heh. &hearts;


Current Mood:
Current Music:
The Used ~ Blue and Yellow
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