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remindmeofthe) wrote2008-03-27 11:53 am
remindmeofthe) wrote2008-03-27 11:53 am
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No Torchwood drabble yesterday, because I decided to take a whack at actually writing some of the damn recent-past-paradigm fic, like for reals. I think I've figured out the format, too. I'm planning on a series of ficlets of random lengths (no more strict word counts) from various points of view, split into three parts: "Things That Happened," "Things That Didn't," and "Reconciled." The first part will deal with S1, the second with the Year That Wasn't, and the third with some of the aftermath when Owen makes it back to his own present. I will probably have that happen at the end of "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang," to increase the odds of actually finishing this thing and because nearfuture!Owen's presence could sabotage the events of "Adam" in a way it couldn't any other episode, and I can't figure any way around that plus I seriously don't want to watch that episode again.
I'll also keep posting bits of it every now and then, though no more drabbles, because I have decided that drabbles would be cheating. If I'm going to write this, I will do it properly. But I'll share bits because the very fact that I have solid plans for this to exist as a fic is owed entirely to the people who commented on the drabbles. Without you guys, this would have died a quiet death in the back of my head like so many other potential fic 'verses have done. So I'm gonna keep right on including you in the process, and should this get finished - and there are NO guarantees of that until I've typed the last word - there will be effusive thank you notes in the header. ;)
But anyway! Here is a bit. Shared bits, incidentally, are likely going to be first draft and subject to change. Spoilers for Torchwood 1x04 and 2x12.
Owen came in with the worst hangover he'd had in years, from trying to drink Katie away, trying to drown thoughts of how far he would have gone to save her if he'd had the chance. It hadn't worked.
And now this.
"Tanizaki doesn't need an autopsy, Jack, we already know what he died of."
"Do the autopsy, Owen. Ianto will be bearing witness."
"It's an autopsy, not a wedding, I don't need a witness. And you're not fooling anyone, least of all me. Whyn't you just cut to the chase and thrash him with your belt? I'll even hold him down if you're so bloody keen to have me involved."
"Owen, I'm going to thrash you with my belt in a minute if you don't do what you're damn well told."
So he did the autopsy, or started to, but after half an hour of Ianto's silent, shellshocked presence wearing on his nerves (anythingiwouldhavedoneanything) he threw down his scalpel and snarled into the microphone,
"And it turns out he died of a great fucking piece of metal lodged in his skull, what a surprise, and if you ever even think of pulling a stunt like this again, Jack, you can go fuck yourself." He ripped off his gloves, threw them next to the scalpel, and stalked out of the autopsy room.
"I'm going out!" he yelled. "Someone call if any real medical work needs doing!"
Jack never said anything to him about it, and if he'd opted to punish Ianto any further after that, he'd done so in private.
It occurs to Owen for the first time, looking at Tanizaki sprawled on the floor, that it probably hadn't been Jack who had cleared away the mess Owen had left in the autopsy room that day.
Oh, and hey, did I mention that fluffy Janto shippers need not apply? :D
I'll also keep posting bits of it every now and then, though no more drabbles, because I have decided that drabbles would be cheating. If I'm going to write this, I will do it properly. But I'll share bits because the very fact that I have solid plans for this to exist as a fic is owed entirely to the people who commented on the drabbles. Without you guys, this would have died a quiet death in the back of my head like so many other potential fic 'verses have done. So I'm gonna keep right on including you in the process, and should this get finished - and there are NO guarantees of that until I've typed the last word - there will be effusive thank you notes in the header. ;)
But anyway! Here is a bit. Shared bits, incidentally, are likely going to be first draft and subject to change. Spoilers for Torchwood 1x04 and 2x12.
Owen came in with the worst hangover he'd had in years, from trying to drink Katie away, trying to drown thoughts of how far he would have gone to save her if he'd had the chance. It hadn't worked.
And now this.
"Tanizaki doesn't need an autopsy, Jack, we already know what he died of."
"Do the autopsy, Owen. Ianto will be bearing witness."
"It's an autopsy, not a wedding, I don't need a witness. And you're not fooling anyone, least of all me. Whyn't you just cut to the chase and thrash him with your belt? I'll even hold him down if you're so bloody keen to have me involved."
"Owen, I'm going to thrash you with my belt in a minute if you don't do what you're damn well told."
So he did the autopsy, or started to, but after half an hour of Ianto's silent, shellshocked presence wearing on his nerves (anythingiwouldhavedoneanything) he threw down his scalpel and snarled into the microphone,
"And it turns out he died of a great fucking piece of metal lodged in his skull, what a surprise, and if you ever even think of pulling a stunt like this again, Jack, you can go fuck yourself." He ripped off his gloves, threw them next to the scalpel, and stalked out of the autopsy room.
"I'm going out!" he yelled. "Someone call if any real medical work needs doing!"
Jack never said anything to him about it, and if he'd opted to punish Ianto any further after that, he'd done so in private.
It occurs to Owen for the first time, looking at Tanizaki sprawled on the floor, that it probably hadn't been Jack who had cleared away the mess Owen had left in the autopsy room that day.
Oh, and hey, did I mention that fluffy Janto shippers need not apply? :D