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REC: Ouroboros by valdeyrs (PG13)
Jan. 7th, 2010 09:43 pmTitle: Ouroboros
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Lisa/Ianto
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valderys
Author Website:valderys
Why this must be read:
The author says: Ianto never gives up, and he never surrenders. Not even when he’s forgotten what he’s meant to be fighting for…
I think this is a fantastic look at who Ianto really is and what he is capable of. He's not the innocent people often make him out to be and sometimes, it's good to be reminded of that fact.
Excerpt: The sound of gunfire was dreadful in that small space, and Ianto stared into… Lisa’s unfamiliar eyes and smiled his love in those last few seconds. But then the noise stopped and he was still alive. He thought he was alive. The smell of cordite almost overwhelmed the smell of blood, but he could move, he could breathe, the air still stung his throat. It seemed good enough. He didn’t move though. He curled his fingers into the girl’s shirt, and hung on. She stared at him, but didn’t try to talk, and Ianto was grateful for that.
He’d done everything he could. He’d lied for her, he’d whored for her. He’d cheated, and stole, and been responsible for murders. The only way he could give her up now was if they pried her from his cold dead fingers.
Ianto realised he still had the gun Jack had given back to him. It was on the floor by his shoulder where he’d dropped it as he’d moved. He took it up again, in the ringing silence after the gunfire, he took it up again and then he turned once more, making sure his body was still a shield. But he had to see them, he had to know what they were going to do. He couldn’t afford to turn his back, or to let them sedate him – Owen could be sneaking up behind him with a needle, even as he cowered.
Things were far from over, and he had to be strong – he had to remain strong – for Lisa’s sake. Nothing had really changed. Lisa still needed his help. It was still the two of them against the rest of the world.
He looked up into four sets of appalled eyes, and slowly raised the gun.
Ouroboros
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Lisa/Ianto
Author on LJ:
valderysAuthor Website:
valderysWhy this must be read:
The author says: Ianto never gives up, and he never surrenders. Not even when he’s forgotten what he’s meant to be fighting for…
I think this is a fantastic look at who Ianto really is and what he is capable of. He's not the innocent people often make him out to be and sometimes, it's good to be reminded of that fact.
Excerpt: The sound of gunfire was dreadful in that small space, and Ianto stared into… Lisa’s unfamiliar eyes and smiled his love in those last few seconds. But then the noise stopped and he was still alive. He thought he was alive. The smell of cordite almost overwhelmed the smell of blood, but he could move, he could breathe, the air still stung his throat. It seemed good enough. He didn’t move though. He curled his fingers into the girl’s shirt, and hung on. She stared at him, but didn’t try to talk, and Ianto was grateful for that.
He’d done everything he could. He’d lied for her, he’d whored for her. He’d cheated, and stole, and been responsible for murders. The only way he could give her up now was if they pried her from his cold dead fingers.
Ianto realised he still had the gun Jack had given back to him. It was on the floor by his shoulder where he’d dropped it as he’d moved. He took it up again, in the ringing silence after the gunfire, he took it up again and then he turned once more, making sure his body was still a shield. But he had to see them, he had to know what they were going to do. He couldn’t afford to turn his back, or to let them sedate him – Owen could be sneaking up behind him with a needle, even as he cowered.
Things were far from over, and he had to be strong – he had to remain strong – for Lisa’s sake. Nothing had really changed. Lisa still needed his help. It was still the two of them against the rest of the world.
He looked up into four sets of appalled eyes, and slowly raised the gun.
Ouroboros
