Jack always stays at the Hub after the others leave for the night; he always thinks he's the only one there, but he's wrong. Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Night Shift' at fic promptly. Set pre-series.

On Ianto's first day at Torchwood Three, he makes an important new friend. Written for a prompt at fic promptly. This ties in with my chaptered fic Through Time and Space. I just had to do that.

Jack always makes a mess...

As a doctor, Owen's bedside manner leaves something to be desired. Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Owen Harper, Bedside Manner' at fic promptly. I love having Owen and Ianto trading insults. They're friends, in an odd sort of way, even though you might not know it to listen to them.

Suite d'Une douce brise. Ianto est certes sauvé, mais il n'est pas guéri... C'est à Jack de prendre soin de lui à présent, leur permettant de mieux se connaitre et devenir lentement davantage que des collègues.

A Rift retrieval at a beach in midwinter brings about a change in Jack and Ianto's relationship. Writen for the prompt 'Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, on the beach in winter,' at fic promptly.

Owen's party's Spin the Bottle leads to some awkwardness between Ianto and Jack. One-Shot. Characters very OOC

Six months later and life goes on in the Harkness-Jones household. One person's decision can change everything and a new rollercoaster climbs upwards.

After getting settled into their home together, Jack decides it's a perfect time for a holiday... and he knows just where he wants to go. Ianto is content enough to indulge (some of) Jack's fetishes.

Since he first acquired it, the coat has become a part of who Jack is. Written for a prompt at fic promptly.

Je l'aime. Je l'aime tellement, je ne peux plus me passer de lui. Et il est en train de partir. Il est en train de mourir, il va me quitter, me laisser à jamais, et c'est ma faute. Entièrement ma faute. OS sur la mort de Ianto.

This is my take of Ghosts of Mars, a wonderful Carpenter classic. Mars if 4th from the sun for those who may ask about the title. Rated for a wee bit o smut couldn't resist, I've tagged those chaps at the beginning for those more "Chaste" amongst us. Love yas

As his last hours tick away, his lover comes to say goodbye

Ianto's got a problem at home and needs the team's help. A cracky little one-shot written for a prompt at fic promptly.

Ianto Jones is not quite 16-years-old yet, but he thinks he has met the love of his life. Jack is mysterious and enticing…and 8 years older than Ianto. But as if this were not enough, Jack has a dark side, and he starts to take it out on Ianto.

21 Janvier 1941, le vrai Capitaine Jack Harkness se retrouve seul ce soir-là, une fois le dénommé James Harper disparu...

A piece of Time Lord technology comes through the rift. When Jack touches it, there are repercussions. Of the furry variety.

Ianto is elbow-deep in coding Torchwood's expenses for his monthly report to the Crown, when he comes across something... untoward. Jack had better have a good answer!

A Rift retrieval lands three members of the Torchwood team in a rather hazardous situation. Written for the prompt 'quicksand,' at fic promptly.

SD4IANTO is to blame ... I know nothing! Prompt was ... "Missing scene from Meat, Smut ... of course.

Gwen Cooper was a normal police constable until she started having headaches accompanied by a single thought. "Soon". Her world is flipped upside down when she gets chased by people in a black car and shot. Everything changes when she meets Ianto Jones, a man also on the run. What does the mysterious Captain Jack Harkness want with these two seemingly ordinary people?

Jack goes to comfort Toshiko after the events in Greeks Bearing Gifts.

The heat of the moment leads to something that should never have happened.

Bridget Spears seeks revenge and a certain Torchwood operative is going to help her do it. Mini-fic. Sort of CoE Day Four fix-it. Set during CoE Day Five. OneShot. Prequel to my multi-chapter fic The Time of the Wolf.

Five times Ianto made coffee, and one time he didn't.