Yup, does what it says on the tin. We post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, alternating. Ratings may vary. Slash is a moral imperative, it's Torchwood we're talking about. Mild cursing. Some sexual themes, some depression, it varies from day to day.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Drama - 11th Doctor, Jack H. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 14,041 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 9/5/2011 - Published: 6/17/2011 - id: 7092571
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Crack/Humor Friday with Nomad. Probably refers to the second more than the first.
"John?" Jack stared. It was late, everyone else had gone home. Ianto himself had left only minutes ago. "What are you doing here?" John shrugged.
"I was lonely," he said. Two seconds later Jack found himself flat on his back (on Owen's desk, no less) with John's lips firmly attached to his own. Then, all of a sudden, John stiffened and dropped to the floor. Jack found himself gaping at a furious Ianto threateningly wielding a taser.
"I forgot my car keys,"
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