You know I'm busy when I actually forget to post a meme. ME. Forgetting a meme.

...yeah.

Day one • a song
Day two • a picture
Day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four • a site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

This fanfic is actually the only one I have saved in my bookmarks.

This fanfic shows why I love the Supernatural fandom, despite all the wanky wankers that wank.

An Unusual Predicament of Utmost Import by ifyouweremine

Read this. Perfect opportunity now, cause it's still, like, an hour 'til Supernatural, right? I don't even know. I wasn't going to stay awake but I still gotta read Maria Stuart until tomorrow and I haven't even started so sleep might not be an option anyway.

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Most of which are probably useless, but hey, that's what editing is for.

In other words: Write or Die is awesome! I always get sooo easily distracted when I write and I re-read everything ten thousand times, and that's just not possible here so yay! I actually get something done!

I have decided to go on writing "No More Than Black And White", which has 2400 words now and the Js have only just met so this might actually become a proper fanfic, if I ever finish it. Yay!

So... over the past few months I have started several stories but haven't finished a single one of them. Unless you count that super-depressing death!drabble, which I don't.

Anyway, I'm going to post what I've got here. It's not too much.

I'd really appreciate your opinions here. Love it? Hate it? More importantly, do you think any of these are worth continuing? If yes, which one?

( No More Than Black And White | J2 AU )

( Try Not To Think, Darling | J2 )

( Bury All Your Secrets In My Skin | Eliot/John Winchester )

( Demons And Highschool. But Maybe That's The Same Thing | Sam/Dean )

So, this is it. Let me know what you think!

Although it is vaguely depressing that I am already back (my mother is in a particularly bad mood today. Usually, I can stay out until at least 1 am), it feels good to hang out with some RL friends again, especially since I only ever see them at school or, in some cases, only every second or third week. So - yay!

Coconut/pineapple/raspberry cocktails are very delicious, too. What? I like girly drinks.
And wheat beer with a strawberry looks absolutely hilarious! Or, to quote Jacob: "this is the gayest wheat beer I have ever seen!" And I whole-heartedly agree.

I guess I'll go on writing my fic then. It's Eliot Spencer/John Winchester, if anyone is wondering. I do blame it on adelate. You can't have a Christian Kane header and write about JDM all the time and not except something bad to come out of it. And, yes, since I'm writing it, that's bad.

Also, this is cool.

ETA: Okay so I'm just watching the audio commentary of 'Phantom Traveler' and... seriously? Could they be any more slashy? :D

So, I have started writing again!

Dunno what'll come out of it but, hey, we'll see what happens!

*bounces*

Hello writer's block, glad to see you're enjoying yourself, it's only been 7 months after all.

RPS, future!fic, character death, 203 words, sucky grammar. 

( I don't read death!fic but apparently I write it )

#1 I'm so tired right now. And I didn't even really do anything today!

#2 I just typed up 2 pages of a J2 AU. It's not much but it's promising. Take that, writer's block!

#3 Random Leverage Cast picture which I totally love:

Kids scare me. No, really, they do.

I went to the vet today cause my cat's still having problems with her back...and turns out she's got the same thing as Leo - who died a couple of months ago. So that's not so good. At all.

However, something weird happened today, too. Our other cat, Louie (black, green eyes, gorgeous), went missing four years ago. We never found out what exactly happened to him but after there were some rumours about it, we assumed he'd been run over. But just a couple of days ago, a black, green-eyed cat turned up in a nearby village. The description matches perfectly: black with a tiny white spot under his chin, light-green eyes, about 6 years old and castrated. I also saw a picture and it just...looks so much like him, you know? It's still really unlikely it's him, but I don't know... guess it's wishful thinking. Or something.

Anyway! I want to write again. and I might just do that, actually. If my writer's-blocked brain can do that. Cause I have this Sam/Dean plotbunny which I really like. It's an AU where - although they grew up together in the same forster family - they are not brothers. They are also a Major and a Captain in the US Air Force. All that research I did for SGA fics a few years back just had to come out at some point, I guess :D So... what do you think?

Hey there!

I really want to write something again.

I've also got a writer's block.

Prompts please? :]

Un-christmas-related, fandoms: Merlin, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Stargate (SG1 and 'Lantis), Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter (omg it's been ages), Heroes, Supernatural, Psych, Leverage...

You'd make me very happy.

ETA: got some plotbunnies here... what d'you think? i marked the ones i like best

Hey f-list! (and everyone non-f-list, just in case anyone actually ends up here)

I've got a very important question. Since there will be fewer exams from now on (well, okay, three next week, but after that only two exams each week) and I really want to write again, not to mention original fic hates me right now, and I love Merlin - I wanna write an Arthur/Merlin fanfic!

They're pretty much canon anyway. The producer or writer or something even said that there was always something homoerotic in those kind of stories. And Bradley likes it! Yay! :D

No, seriously, I LOVE that show. Plus, it's cute!

Thing is, I really want to torture my characters again. It seems that I'm quite good at that. So! I want to write a Merlin/Arthur rape!fic! Which, in the end would be quite long, at least I hope so.

I've got a total of 48 words now (yeah, I know, wow!), just to see if I can still string a proper sentence together, which, apparently I can! Now, do you think it's worth it? Or, rather, would anyone want to read it once it's finished? *makes puppy dog eyes*

Speak up!

Snagged from adelate

And because I feel like it, you even get pictures.





( Cut for picture-size and such! )

And that's it! I have just spent, like, an hour on this. Mainly because I was looking for a nice Zach picture and couldn't stop XD

Night!

Title: Voice Mail
Author: Neyne
Rating: G
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: To change voice mail, press 2.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. Sadface and all that.
Note: This probably doesn't even count as a real fanfic. Still, thanks to the lovely the9thdoctor for betaing.

"Press 1 for menu. To change your voice mail settings, press 2."

"Hi, this is Jared Padalecki." *Sound of someone being shoved in the background.* "And Jensen Ackles, who's too lazy to buy his own phone." *Unidentifiable noise, fainter.* "Hey, I heard that!" *More noise.* "We are not currently at home, please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"To replay, press 3. To change voice mail, press 2. To return to the main menu, press 4."

"Hi, this is Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, who's too lazy to buy his own phone. We are not currently at home, please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"To replay, press 3. To change voice mail, press 2. To return to the main menu, press 4."

"Hi, this is Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, who's too lazy to buy his own phone. We are not currently at home, please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"To replay, press 3. To change voice mail, press 2. To return to the main menu, press 4."

"To change your voice mail, please speak after the tone."

"Hi, this is Jared Padalecki. I am not currently at home, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Hi there! I kinda need your opinion on something. As the subject line says, it's a wincest fanfic and it takes place when Sam and Dean are in High-School. Now, my English isn't perfect and I know nothing about the 'typical' American High-School, so I'd need a beta, but I don't even know whether it's worth looking for one when I'm not sure whether I'll go on writing and actually finish the fic. So, what d'you say? Sounds interesting? y/n? Cause if it is, I guess I'll go on.

~*~

Sam is 15 when they move to Tennessee and he and Dean have a fresh start at a local High School.

They don't tell anyone they're brothers.

Sam thinks it's because it's way cooler to have an older friend who gets you out of trouble than having a big brother who keeps making sure his kid brother's alright.

Dean thinks it's because they both like the idea of having a big secret that doesn't involve demons, spirits or anything Supernatural.

John doesn't seem to notice.


The first day at High School isn't particularly interesting at first. They've done this plenty of times and it never changes. Except now they're not just the boring – yet stunningly handsome, as Dean likes to point out – new brothers who have moved here because their Dad's found a job in the 'big city'. Now they're the two guys who happen to have lived with each other for quite a while now, although they're not related. Paranoid as ever, John had decided to call them 'Miller' for the time being. As a result, one more fake name won't really make a difference if Dean goes by 'Parker', right? So, of course, there has to be a story behind this.

Sam snorts when they exit the principal's office. “Parker, huh? Very Spiderman.”

“Like you never read all those comics.”

“I didn't pretend I was Peter Parker.”

“Right. That's why I don't have your old Spiderman costume to prove it.”

“Fuck off.”

Two more minutes and a certain lack of orientation later, they finally find their lockers, shoving the new books inside.

Dean grimaces when he comes face to face with several pictures of a shirtless Leonardo DiCaprio.

“Why do I have the feeling that whoever had this before was either very female or very gay?” he mutters, more to himself than to anyone in particular as he quite unsuccessfully tries to rip the pictures off in one go.

The girl that's just walking past them suddenly stops in her tracks.

“That's Katie's old locker,” she says, big blue eyes focusing on Dean.

He grins in response. “Oh really? What happened to her?”

One day, Sam is going to find out how Dean always manages to fake interest. His previous attempts have all failed, but at some point he knows he just has to catch his brother off guard. Right now, it's making him slightly nauseous, for reasons he can't quite explain.

Shuffling her feet, the girl looks down for a moment, but then seems to catch herself and looks up again, fidgeting with her long, curly black hair.

“She died last month. Killed herself, they say. I don't know how she could do that...” And there they are, the inevitable tears filling her eyes. Dean winces slightly, but his expression is immediately filled with pity and he pats the girl absently on her back.

“So sorry,” he says, turning the patting more into a soothing caress. “I'm Dean, by the way.”

The girl gives him a teary smile, but takes his hand without hesitation. “Trisha.”

“Nice to meet you Trisha,” he grins, leer just barely audible.

Shouldering her expensive-looking bag, she gives him another smile before muttering something about class and disappearing around a corner.

Dean sighs. Looks like they can never go anywhere without any kinds of deaths following their every move – whether they're related to the 'job' or not. At least the girls are hot.

Sam leans back against his locker, bringing his brother back to reality.

“So, what are you going to tell them? You were raised by gorillas until we found and rescued you? If your eating habits are anything to go by, that's probably one of the more realistic ones,” he adds, smirking.

Dean shrugs. “We were really good friends when my parents died, and since I'm so irresistible, you and Dad just kinda adopted me.”

Dean can just see how Sam struggles not to roll his eyes, and can't help but chuckle when he fails. “You're so damn predictable.”

That earns him a only half-hearted punch in the arm and a glare from Sam. “Like you aren't.”

You have no idea..., Dean wants to reply, but he doesn't say it out loud.

~*~
By the way, yes, I'm aware that my writing sucks. I'm planning on editing the worst parts, so don't worry. Don't throw up.

You're welcome to throw tomatos, though, if it makes you feel better.

So, I've changed my header again. I can't help it! I just love that picture!

I also wrote a Jensen/Jared fanfiction. A short, really really cheesy one. I haven't written such a cheesy fanfic since 'Home'. There's snow and an assistant director called Louisa, who, btw, even exists. So it'S obviously RPS. I've never written RPS before. I want the first RPS I post at some community to be a good one.

So, question is, should I post it here, or not?

Howdy! So! I need your opinion on something. I just wrote this in, like, five minutes and it pretty much sucks and I'll probably rewrite the whole prologue, but! I got about 3 pages of the actual fic and I still don't know whether I should go on writing or not.
So, on a basic level, what do you say? It's Supernatural. With Wincest. Y/N?

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The wooden floorboards creaked quietly when Dean entered the old warehouse, a crumpled piece of paper clasped in his hand. The message on it was short and simple -

Meet at the old Davidson's warehouse at 10pm. Come alone if you want Sammy to live.

-RM.

The message itself wasn't something that would have worried Dean that much. Of course, he'd be pretty freaked out that someone knew his little brother and obviously wanted to hurt him, but that was something they could handle. No, what made his hands shake as he crossed the long, dark hallway, looking for the door that led to the basement, was the signature. RM. Ronald Mueller, it couldn't be anyone else. And Dean would never forget that name.

The girl - Katie, he believed - started running, screaming her friend's name. Her friend, who was dead. He caught up with her within seconds and he knew his grip on her arms would leave bruises - not like that would matter, not anymore.

"Why are you doing this?" It came out more like a sob than a question.

Dean shook his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered and added something that sounded a lot like "I don't have a choice."

"Please," she sobbed, and Dean closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his hands coming up to her head, breaking her neck in one swift movement. "I'm so sorry."

The stairs were made of some cheap metal, looking like they could break any minute and his footsteps resounded in the room. They were loud, too loud, the only sound he could make out.

When he heard someone release their gun's safety catch, it was too late, cold steel pressing against the back of his head.

"Mueller," he growled, not turning around.

"Welcome back, Dean."

Hi there!

I don't post enough lately... which sucks :/ Damn school!

But I started writing a Supernatural fanfic! It's mainly Ash/Andy with a bit of Wincest :D I'm not quite sure whether I'll finish or post it, but I'll try. Only that I have written a single page in three days, swo it's obviously not going very fast. Could be a month until it's finished....when does the 4th season air?

Anyway, icon love! This one's awesome! "omg dean's taking off his shirt. OMG dean'S taking off his SKIN!!! - Yup, I know why I love SPN...

Oh and this is why I love Steve Carlson. Just...compare him to - I dunno, JB. I still like JB's music - sometimes - but seriously. Steve? Awesome.



Yay :D The audience rules, too.

And I want his album!!!! Why do you need a credit card to pay for anything online?? Not fair. Even my parents don't have a credit card, not one of those you need there anyway :/

ETA: I totally forgot - Gabe! He's like, the most adorable person ever!



Or Chad talking about him. Those two are awesome.

New Layout - same me!

Title: (Not quite) following the Sun
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: For 2x12 Fragments
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of these characters. I just play with them.
Summary: After getting Myfanwy to the Hub, Jack runs into a certain Welshman.
Note: I didn't write anything for half a month, but I hope this isn't too bad... Also, a huge thank you to the9thdoctor for betaing!

Jack's heavy footsteps on the cold stone floor seemed to be the only sound that night. It was long past midnight, probably closer to the next morning than he preferred, but the adrenaline still surging through him kept Jack awake. Not that he needed sleep, anyway. It just helped to pass the time, because even as head of a secret, alien-catching organisation, the nights tended to get long, boring and most of all, lonely.

He had put the still unconscious pterodactyl in the Archives, sealing the doors with an alien artefact they had discovered four days ago. The space should be big enough for it to be able to fly around, and he couldn't risk it smashing their equipment in the Hub.

That had probably been the good part about not having an Archivist; he wouldn't be murdered for letting a dinosaur ruin their Archiving-System. Maybe he could convince Ianto that the mess had already been there before.

At least it would give the Welshman something to do. Jack still wasn't quite sure why he had hired Ianto. Former Archivist at Torchwood One, no exceptional skills or abilities...he had been good at catching the pterodactyl, Jack had to give him that, but that was pretty much it. Just a young, quite handsome man in a suit, seeming somehow lost and desperate, and looking for a job at an organisation that had killed his co-workers, his girlfriend and everything he'd known. And yet here he was, probably getting ready for his first day at work at the very moment.

Or not. Locking the Tourist Office behind him, Jack found himself staring at the slender, already familiar form of a young man leaning against the railing and looking over the deep, black water. Ianto jumped when he noticed someone standing beside him.

"What are you still doing here?" Jack asked, copying Ianto's posture as he looked straight ahead, at the point where the sun had been going down many hours ago.

"Thinking." Ianto shot him a side glance, but the Captain didn't seem to notice. And if he did, he didn't turn his head.

"About what?"

"About whether this is the right thing to do."

Jack pushed himself up in one fast movement, turning to face Ianto. "Are you telling me you don't want the job anymore? You were the one stalking me!"

"I want the job alright. It's not that." Ianto shook his head. He knew Harkness would want more answers, answers he couldn't give him, but he had gotten more and more used to lying over the past few years. The lies kept escaping him before he even realized it, and it worked. For how long, though?

Jack's expression softened a bit as he studied the Welshman's face. "Then what is it?"

"Doing this again. After Canary Wharf," he lied. "It's just a bit much right now."

Well, it was a nice half-truth. It was weird to go alien hunting again, like nothing had ever happened. Only that whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Lisa lying on the conversion unit, crying in her sleep because he had run out of sedatives. He could see himself looking down on her in some mixture of pity, fear, love and disgust.

"You won't have to work in the field, anyway. As you said, you're the Butler. And believe me, this is nothing like Torchwood London."

Ianto nodded absently. The cold metal of the railing was slowly pressing into his arms but he didn't move. He suddenly realized how close the Captain was, his arm brushing Ianto's slightly. Ianto found himself back at the warehouse, lying on top of the other man, faces only inches apart. Something had happened there, something that kept him awake and that made him come here, staring into space.

Jack's voice brought him back to reality.

"You know, if you ever want to tell me why you really want to work here, you know where to find me."

Ianto quickly pushed himself up, but didn't step back. No need to be too obvious, he told himself. People said that if you told yourself something long enough, you might even believe it. Ianto hoped that was true.

"Pardon me?"

Jack just grinned. "Never mind. I'll see you first thing in the morning. Well, in a couple of hours, anyway."

Before the Welshman knew what was happening, Jack pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and disappeared, great coat swaying behind him.

Ianto must have stood there several minutes, before he finally readjusted his jaw and turned to leave. He wouldn't get any sleep, but it wasn't particularly warm either, and he had to change into a new suit.

Soon, the spot in front of the Tourist Office was vacated, the water in the bay forming a black surface, waiting for the sun to crack it open again.

When Ianto entered Jack's office a few hours later, the Captain barely looked up as he automatically took the offered mug.

"We could use your help in the Archives, we've had a slight..disturbance there a while ago, maybe you could sort that out," he said, and went back to the mission report he was reading.

When he didn't say anything else, Ianto nodded quietly and headed for the Archives, glad that he had gotten the chance to take a look at the blueprints before bringing Jack his coffee.

He slowly opened the doors and stepped inside, feeling for the light switch. He was greeted by long, grey rows of dusty shelves; the huge, however spotless Archive of Torchwood Three. The pterodactyl lying on the floor beside the entrance made a sound similar to a yawn as it slowly woke up, stretching its wings and flying away into the...well, darkness of the Archives, Ianto mused. But unlike the cheesy sunset-phrase, this wasn't the end of anything, this was a new start. Somehow. Whatever it was, he'd figure it out. Once he had found a way to get Myfanwy back again.

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Comments are always appreciated.
Also, if you want a sequel of sorts, shout, cause I'm just considering writing one.

Does that subject make sense? Nope!

Anyway, hello me!

I figured that since corchfalas is in France at the moment, no one is actually reading my journal...which won't stop me from posting since I wasn't expecting anyone to read it to begin with. So it's kinda a nice change. In fact, a pretty nice developement.

Let's see.
I'm a friend of 52 communitys, 35 of which I am also member of. I have 9 mutual friends and am a friend of 6 others. I wrote 182 journal entries (this will be number 183). I commented 1,213 times (wow!) and received 766 comments which is more then I ever, EVER expected.

All of this happened between 2007-11-15 21:47:46 and 2008-07-15 21:25:04 although most of it started about half a year ago.

Can't complain!

And, considering I slept less than 4 hours last night, I'm very awake. I even spent an hour sending a letter to Syria...oh the joy of translating street names. I didn't really have to do that, it's mainly that the people in germany know the letter's on its way to Syria - the people there will be able to read the arabic address.

Anyway! I decided to write some original stories again. In german. However, I don't have any idea what about, so I'll just wait and see what happens.

And I'm still planning on writing another fanfic - honest! I started quite a few but I just can't go on, I suppose I have some sort of writer's block that I'm not really aware of. Not good!

Which reminds me, I wanted to go and check today's horizonssing prompt. I only wrote stories to two of these prompts, and posted only one of them. But things can still change, right? I just need a good idea!

Because, believe me I can write thousands of crappy fanfics, but I want to write something good for a change. Something really good. Maybe that's the problem? I dunno. It probably doesn't matter anyway.

Oh, awesome, the prompt hasn't been posted yet. Then again, it's probably one I can't write anything to anyway. Got to think of something all on my own, jup. The question is just what?.

Also, I need a good John Barrowman icon. And one of Zachary Quinto, too. Cause I kinda want to limit the number of icons I upload and then delete the next day, cause I can only have 15 icons and I like another one more. So I thought I'd have some permanent icons.

Which include: David Tennant (as above), Ianto walking through the countryside, Ianto's deleted porn (I love that one. who wants to bet that the porn was actually cctv-footage of him and jack? i'd be devastated then, too...), Kavan Smith, 'Happiness' (everyone needs a fluff icon!), Ianto with that flask from 'from out of the rain' (cause I always use that one at jackxianto and since it's some kind of recognition thing, I won't change it), James Marsters, and the TARDIS.

None of John Barrowman, which is weird since he's kinda my favourite person at the moment. And I must be one of the few people on this planet who don't fancy him...which I'm very proud of :P

Oh, btw! I started (and finished) watching Blackpool yesterday, and I love it! There were some scenes where I just thought "I have died and gone to heaven - that must be it!". Seriously. David Tennant is LOVE. And I still don't know how you make those little hearts, can anybody help me?

Before I forget it, I read this awesome Torchwood RPF yesterday, too. And when I say awesome, I mean absolutely fantastic. In my opinion it's one of the best, and probably most realistic, RPF's I've read so far. Except that Simm/Tennant one, but that's Doctor Who RPF so it doesn't count. Anyway, there it is: The Three L's by mrssjw.

So, I'll be off, staring at an empty Open Office document, hoping that I get an idea. It's been far too long that I haven't written anything.

See Read you!

Title: The Sun Shines Anyway
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of these characters. I just play with them.
Summary: Summer afternoons never really change. People do.
Note: For the horizonssing challenge.

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most
beautiful words in the English language."

-Henry James

The sun was shining. Kids chased each other across the Plass, fighting with water pistols and more than once managing to hit an unlucky, and soon very wet passer-by. A young couple stood nearby, holding hands and talking quietly. Another family passed them, arguing about where to go next while – unsuccessfully – trying to keep an eye on their children. It seemed like the hot summer weather lured everyone out of their homes.

Amongst them stood a tall, handsome man. Despite the heat he was wearing his usual greatcoat, leaning against the railing and overlooking the bay. He held a small, black device in his hands.

Jack used to like coming here, a long time ago. Not much seemed to have changed – the people were still their usual, annoying selves; only that they weren't the same people anymore. They were different, new; and sometimes, Jack hated them for it. Sighing, he pressed the tiny button on top of the device. The world blurred around him.

~*~

Ianto laughed, snatching Jack's hand as they walked along the bay.

“You're kidding!”

“No! He's probably still down there looking for his mobile.”

“He could always ask Tosh to trace it,” Ianto pointed out.

Jack shook his head. “You know Owen, he'd rather spend a night in a Weevil cell than ask Tosh for help.”

“Too bad for him.” They were silent for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Jack only stopped when he spotted something at the far end of the road. “Ice Cream!,” he yelled. Before Ianto even realized what was going on, he was already being dragged towards a small ice cream parlour.

They stopped short though, only a few meters away. The parlour was packed with tourists, a large queue in front of it. Apparently they were not the only ones enjoying the summer afternoon.

“Awesome,” Jack muttered, looking disappointed.

“We can always go somewhere else,” Ianto suggested.

“Or we can do this.” Again, Ianto had no time to react as Jack pulled out his Torchwood ID and entered the parlour. It took less than a minute for him to reappear, holding two plastic bowls with chocolate ice cream.

“There you go,” he said triumphantly.

“You do know you're abusing your authority.”

Jack grinned. “But it's so worth it.”

~*~

Jack blinked, looking down at the device. A green light appeared a few more times, before going out as well, taking the remains of the memory with it. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but no-one was there to notice, he was, once again, alone.

Furiously rubbing his eyes, he glanced down at his watch. He was late.

The woman at the reception looked up when someone entered, smiling as she recognized Jack.

“You know where to find him.”

Jack nodded. He didn't even pay attention to where he was going – he'd been here so many times, that the way was more than familiar. Down the corridor next to the reception, two turns left, and there it was. The simple, white door with a small sign next to it: Ianto Jones.

He knocked twice before entering, getting no response. The man in the bed was asleep, his face seeming even more old and pale than usual as bright sunlight filled the room. He woke up when Jack sat down beside him and took his hand.

“Good afternoon,” Jack smiled.

“Uhm..hello.” Ianto rubbed his eyes, slightly frowning at him. “I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?”

Jack bit his lip. It surely wasn't the first time this happened, but it hurt nonetheless. “It's Jack, remember?”

“Jack...” His expression remained neutral for a moment, then suddenly lightened up. “Jack! God, I'm so sorry, I should have recognized you.”

Jack shook his head. “It's okay. Really.”

“But it isn't,” Ianto sighed, letting himself fall back against the pillows. He couldn't look at Jack, so he looked out of the window instead.

“It's summer,” he muttered sadly. “I wish I could go outside.”

“Me too.”

“And you should. It's not worth it, spending a summer afternoon in here.”

“Ianto...”

“I mean it. I don't want you staying here all the time, you have your own life.”

“And you are part of it.”

“I was part of it,” Ianto corrected him, turning around to look at his former boss. “But that's over now. You have to let go, please.”

“What if I can't.”

“You don't have much of a choice, Jack. I'm sorry. Please, just...go.”

Jack looked like he had been slapped. Slowly, he stood up. With a few, rapid strides he was across the room, not looking back at Ianto, or the small, black device he had placed on his bedside table. The door slammed shut behind him.

The sun was still shining when he exited the building, blinding him as he let his tears fall. He didn't understand how the sun could be shining like nothing had happened, like nothing ever happened. And yet it did. Jack used to love summer afternoons. He wasn't sure whether he still could.

Title: Home
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of these characters. I just play with them.
Summary: Jack and Ianto spend an evening at home.
Note: I basically wrote that to cheer myself up, so it's just some random fluff. Also, a huge thank you to the lovely the9thdoctor for betaing!

The golden light of the setting sun filled the room as Ianto shut the door behind him. He could hear someone rummaging in the kitchen cupboards and one of Jack's favourite Glenn Miller CDs was playing in the background.

'Looks like a scene from some cheesy film,' he thought and chuckled. He had been more than surprised to find out that HIS Captain Jack Harkness actually liked these films, and he wasn't quite sure whether curling up on the couch with Jack was worth watching 'Pride and Prejudice' for what seemed like the 100th time.

Jack didn't appear to have heard him entering, so Ianto tried to be as quiet as possible while taking his coat and shoes off and walking towards the kitchen.

"Hello there," he murmured as he slid his arms around Jack's waist, resting his head on his lover's shoulder. Jack tensed for a moment before quickly relaxing in the embrace, only turning his head a little to capture Ianto's lips with his own.

They hardly moved for a while, until Jack eventually stepped out of the embrace, returning to his former task: preparing dinner.

"You know, you'll never get to eat anything if you keep distracting me like that," he explained.

Ianto smiled. If anyone, just a few months ago, had told him that one day Jack would be at their flat, making dinner for him, he'd have politely asked them to take the next day off and get a good night's sleep; sleep deprivation tended to mess with people's heads.

And yet here he was, sitting down at the simple, wooden kitchen table and watching Jack. Most of the things in their flat were unused, the bed and shower being the only exceptions. They didn't really have much time to spend more than a few, rare evenings or early mornings here, so it wasn't worth getting expensive furniture for. Still, this was his and Jack's own little realm, a glimpse of a life outside Torchwood. It was home.

"Penny for your thoughts," Jack said, sitting down next to him. Ianto realized that he must've been staring into space while Jack had made dinner.

"It's just...beautiful," he replied softly. "This. Thank you." He barely finished his sentence as Jack leant in, kissing him passionately. Ianto moaned, pulling him closer, inwardly debating whether they should just skip dinner, or if it would ruin what Jack had obviously put so much effort in; he knew that the Captain didn't really like cooking and always complained about their 'old fashioned' cooking methods. Jack, however, ended the silent debate.

"What do you say, we warm it up later?"

Ianto grinned, slowly pulling away and standing up. "Sounds good," he said, holding out a hand for Jack and leading him to their bedroom.

They ended up eating their dinner for breakfast, hurrying to get to the Hub in time for the regular video conference with the Prime Minister. They knew that it would be a while until they'd have enough time on their hands to spend another evening outside the Hub, but they were both looking forward to it, to come back home.

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I know this isn't particularly good, but I thought I'd post it anyway. Comments are always appreciated.