(Small Worlds) When going up on a roof wasn't enough, Jack tried new ways of getting his anger out.

What happened after that dance at Gwen's wedding? What made Jack so reluctant to let her go and how did that make Ianto feel? A new examination of this beloved relationship along with a few references to some of my past stories, including a time when Jack saved Ianto's life by giving him some of his blood.

Not a sequel, more of a 'companion' to Watching - and once again the word count is 456. - - Summary - Jack has been alone for centuries - - - but not once has he given up on hoping for a miracle. Usual disclaimers apply. Cheers ... bwb.

Ianto wanted to take out some anger on inanimated objects, not Jack's face.

AU- These are future stories in the Dragon-Verse, following Jack and Ianto as they retire from Torchwood and move on with their lives in the far future...and beyond.

This night is all the time Tosh and Tommy have left before Tommy has to return to the past and his fate. Set during To the Last Man and written for Prompt #009 – The Night Before at fandomweekly.

Ianto is struggling. Jack doesn't know what to do, and Owen tries his best to help... until Ianto finds a stone that smashes apart his world and he attempts suicide. Jack then commits himself to helping Ianto recover. Trigger warning: Dark themes of depression, PTSD, anxiety, suicide, thoughts of self-harm.

[Miracle Day]. They have to take it where they can these days or they might just fall apart. Includes: Esther/Jack, other chapter warnings inside.

[Soulmate AU, dans Torchwood] Des fois, Ianto oubliait cette histoire d'âme-soeur. Puis son âme-soeur se teignait les cheveux, et Ianto la détestait. {Traduction}

[Soulmate AU but in Torchwood] Sometimes, Ianto forgot about the soul mate thing. Then his soul mate was dyeing his hair and Ianto hated him.

[It's complete because I changed my mind and now post them individually] Series of Prompts on Torchwood, mostly Jack/Ianto. Every genre actually apply, some are angst, some are humor, some are just fluff... enjoy!

When you have eternity together, sometimes a little time apart is a good thing. Set in the far future as part of my 'Through Time and Space' 'Verse, and written for Prompt #405: Independence at slashthedrabble.

[M pour sous-entendus mais rien de graphique, malgré le sujet] Ianto n'avait jamais pensé faire l'amour ailleurs que sur un lit. Pourtant, il se retrouvait maintenant dans des endroits souvent inconfortables et loin d'être adaptés au sexe. Le pire, c'est que le plus souvent c'était lui qui initiait le mouvement...

AU When a figure skater planning on a comeback named Ianto Jones and a mysterious con artist who calls himself Jack Harkness meet sparks fly. The attraction is definitely there. But will it be enough when the whole world seems to conspire to keep them apart? It's a tale of love, self deception, sex and lies. And lots of coffee. SLASH Janto

4 months later - Having survived the winter, the pack is ready to begin recons again. There will be new members, more injury and struggle and Jack once again has to reassess his relationship with the enigma he shares a bed with. Or is that all? Oh yeah, there may be some zombies … smut … bloodshed and tragedy. Come on over, I don't bite. But Ianto does. Rated for smut/Violence

Owen's a bastard and Ianto's in seriously bad mood. Written for the prompt 'Bastards and Broken things,' at fic promptly. This is set between End of Days and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, while Jack was off with the Doctor.

Owen, Ianto, and a series of stimulation issues. No, not that kind.

It's highly unusual weather in Cardiff and Jack's the one moaning about it, for a change.

Torchwood drabbles.

The team have managed to get the SUV filthy and Ianto is not at all happy. Written for the prompt, 'Torchwood, Ianto, The whole team got the SUV dirty, so why is he always the one who has to clean it' at fic promptly.

Jack is so used to bad things occurring regularly that even a lull in Rift activity doesn't let him truly relax.

Ianto raises his eyebrows and states flatly: "You hate birthdays." Defensively, Jack raises his arms: "Well, nobody said it's for your birthday! Maybe I just... happened to wake up with a craving and decided to make a cake. By chance, that just so happened to coincide with your birthday." - Janto birthday fluff, nothing more.

Jack would sacrifice anything for love of Ianto. Written for the prompt "And I'd give up Forever to hold you, because I know that you feel me somehow." (The Goo Goo Dolls, "Iris"),' at fic promptly.

"Does Jack know your back?" "He will..." John reached into his pocket pulling out a set of handcuffs. "..Put these on, now" "Your joking." Ianto shot John an unimpressed look.

Jack's memories are starting to fade. What can he do to keep from losing them forever? Written for Challenge #144: Memory at fan flashworks.