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Title: The Diary That Mostly Never Was
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Ianto's diary entries in the year that never was
Spoilers: End of days
Warnings: I foresee lots of angst
Rating: pg - pg13 for series


Previous chapters here: Fic Master List: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/14374.html#cutid1

Friday 16nd November

Tosh tells me I need to start getting on with my life, that I can't keep mooning over Jack. I know in my head he might never return, but my heart keeps telling me otherwise. It's nearly three months since he left, left, not just disappeared or vanished but left of his won free will and as Tosh said if he could do that to me then maybe he's not worth it? I know she's not being unkind, just practical but I don't want to hear it.

I agreed to go to the pub with them last night, Owen didn't seem to give a toss whether I went or not, but Tosh and Gwen were hell bent on getting me there. Promised I only had to have one drink and then I could go if I wanted, Gwen and Owen have now realised that I'm living at the hub and it turned out this was so they could 'have a little chat' with me and try and convince me it wasn't healthy and I should go back to my flat.

One drink? Yeah right, I fully intended to have one beer and then go. But the more Gwen, it was mostly Gwen went on at me about how I'm not doing myself any favours by living in the hub and constantly thinking about Jack the more I drank. It was when I moved onto the double brandies it all went a bit pear shaped.

I was well on my way to getting pissed when I was left alone at the table, Gwen and Tosh had gone to the ladies and Owen to the bar when this girl came over to me. Said she's been watching me all evening and thought I was cute, she was almost as drunk as I was I think. Before I knew what I was doing she had led me out the pub and had me pinned against the wall with her tongue down my throat. I wasn't complaining, her mouth soft against mine, my hands on the curves of her body. That is until that awful feeling hit me again, of dispair, that Jack had died.

I pushed her off me without a word and walked away, her yelling obscenities at me, what the hell was I thinking? A few minutes longer and I'd have been shagging a stranger up against the wall of a pub, this is so not me. Damn you Jack Harkness, look what you are doing to me.

TBC

Date: 2008-09-06 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adira-tam.livejournal.com
"Damn you Jack Harkness, look what you are doing to me."....poor Ianto...well written

Date: 2008-09-06 10:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-09-06 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
oh, thanks for updating so quickly, this series is just lovely.

Date: 2008-09-06 11:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
You're welcome.

Thank you :D

Date: 2008-09-06 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bassair.livejournal.com
Oh. Poor Ianto. I'm saying that too much. I need to find a new phrase.

But, really, poor Ianto :( -sigh-

Jack needs to come back already -another sigh-

If only so the combined forces of Tosh and Gwen can thump him.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
He sure does ... but he is slowly starting to get his life back.

Thanks :D

Date: 2008-09-06 01:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bandgeek01.livejournal.com
I too keep saying Poor Ianto. But at least he got out for a tiny tiny bit, even if it was for a talking to.


Nicole

Date: 2008-09-06 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
Yep!

Thank you :D

Date: 2008-09-06 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] christine-twfan.livejournal.com
Ah poor Ianto. I love how you have him feeling it every time Jack dies. That's a great touch.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
It's one thing that's gonna keep Jack in his mind ...

Thank you :D

Date: 2008-09-06 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stargazer60.livejournal.com
So we've moved on to the anger phase?

This continues to be so well written...

Date: 2008-09-06 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
Yup, he's getting that way now ...

Thank you :D

Date: 2008-09-06 03:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_miss_daisy_/
Well I'm glad he didn't shag that girl. He probably would have felt worse if he done.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
Very probably.

Thanks :)

Date: 2008-09-06 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lass-o-lamancha.livejournal.com
Can I join in with the "poor Ianto"'s He really is taking this personally isn't he.

Really enjoying this.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:29 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-09-06 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thehubsitter.livejournal.com
Aw...Ianto.

Good job he didn't do anything too rash as that just isn't Ianto.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
Yup.

Thankies :D

Date: 2008-09-06 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thrace-adams.livejournal.com
Poor Ianto, that is just so sad! I feel so badly for him.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:30 pm (UTC)

It could have been worse.

Date: 2008-09-06 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teamrodent.livejournal.com
Gwen is bad for Yan's health, y/y.

...that I can't keep mooning over Jack.
I take it you don't mean "Ianto's dropping his trousers over Jack. :/

Re: It could have been worse.

Date: 2008-09-06 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missthingsplace.livejournal.com
She is!

LOL, no, not that kinda mooning ... hee hee!!!!

Thankies :)

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