Owen's ordeal as a result of some alien technology is not as over as he had thought. Part 7 of A Twist In The Tail follows after Healing Dr Snake.

A look at Torchwood from a Weevil's POV. Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Team, Through the eyes of a Weevil,' at fic promptly. This didn't come out the way I intended, but I like it anyway.

SD4IANTO has been having a hard time, I understand hard times. I am bipolar and when I have a bad time it is a BAD TIME. Meditation has helped me overcome a lot of my demons and I no longer have suicidal thought but sometimes I can feel the weight of the darkness descending like a big wet blanket, pushing me into the dirt. This is for SD4IANTO, to show I understand dark times.

How was Jack ever able to blend in so well back in the day? Ianto was certainly finding it hard and all he could do was curse that damned weeping angel for sending him here and wonder if he'd even get back to the team, to Torchwood, to Jack...

He looked around the flat, trying to remember how to breathe. His lungs burned with the aftermath of despair, and each breath caused a ripple of pain through his body. Everything reminded him of her. Post Cyberwoman. Suicide themes. Pre-Janto.

Part of the Secret Santa universe. Set 41 years after the original. It's the children's sports day at school and all the family go to cheer them on.

Ianto finds a flower. A fluffy little ficlet based on one of my own prompts at fic promptly.

Jack/Ianto. Ianto stood on the dockside...

3 kleine Kurzgeschichten über das Gefühlschaos von Gwen, Ianto und Jack, die ich für den 3-Satz-Ficathon auf Livejournal geschrieben habe.

Ianto's lesser known skills are called upon by an unlikely person in order to save the day from total disaster.

Ianto's been shopping at the local auction… Written for the prompt 'bidding on the wrong lot at an auction,' at fic promptly. Maybe Jack isn't as smart as he pretends to be.

Jeremy Crawford gave me a prompt that I couldn't quite work to as the age of the man involved was too young for my liking, so I changed the boy into a man ... our man. Ever wondered if Jack was around the same time as Captain America? Rated for smut, if you love Peggy Carter and are offended ... I don't think I care. You don't HAVE to read it, Jack just had to DO it, is all.

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