So, basically, Jack took a really long nap. I still can't say "nineteen hundred years" without giggling helplessly, because WAY TO PILE IT THE FUCK ON. Like I said, a halfway manageable, sane time period I could handle, but enough time for civilizations to rise and fall? No. Fail.
... the ghost of Ianto's dad?
Now, that would be some crack fic. He may not have his son's touch with coffee, but dammit, even dead he can still put together a jacket that'll last a minimum of two thousand centuries underground, GUARANTEED.
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So, basically, Jack took a really long nap. I still can't say "nineteen hundred years" without giggling helplessly, because WAY TO PILE IT THE FUCK ON. Like I said, a halfway manageable, sane time period I could handle, but enough time for civilizations to rise and fall? No. Fail.
... the ghost of Ianto's dad?
Now, that would be some crack fic. He may not have his son's touch with coffee, but dammit, even dead he can still put together a jacket that'll last a minimum of two thousand centuries underground, GUARANTEED.