Fear and
Loathing in Cardiff
prompt: Listening to Fear
There are times, in the dark, in the silence of Torchwood after hours, when Jack listens to fear.
When he feels so alone and afraid and insecure and everything is creeping up on him suffocating him he can't breathe his mind is crying out, he can't take it, he can't, he's screaming--
Sometimes he just wants to leave, forget Torchwood, find some new place, but deep down he knows it won't help. He could disguise for a while his loneliness: new places, new faces, new excuses. Under it all is such desolation no one will understand.
There's nothing in this universe for him.
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prompt:
Teacher's Pet
In school, Owen used to beat up the teacher's pet. He never had a teacher he liked (pompous twats, the lot) and it gave him a perverse thrill to hurt those who ran around trying to please them. A contest between him and his teacher, and the bruises he inflicted proved his dominance.
Owen's still the boy he used to be. He knows he can't go around beating up people he dislikes, so he finds new ways of leaving marks. "Take it, teaboy," he whispers fiercely.
When he hears the familiar, "Yessss..." it's more satisfying than any fight he ever won before.
prompt: Some Assembly Required
"How does--"
"If I knew, don't you think I would tell you?" Jack cut him off, peeved.
Ianto just raised an eyebrow. He ignored this and turned back to the table. "If I could just get this bit into that bit, and perhaps this knobbly-bit with that..." Jack stopped and tried to describe it without the word 'bit', "...odd-looking part..." he sighed and put the pieces back on the table.
When Gwen came in their faces were tired, ties askew, shirts wrinkled. "Wot you two up to?"
"Artifact. Broken. Very dangerous. Go away."
"What they been doing in there all day?" Owen asked, peeved.
"Model trains."