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ITS NOW EATING MY BRAIN.
SO amazing. But of course, Torchwood is a spin-off of Doctor Who, and I knew I wasn't going to get the full picture until I had watched some of that as well. So I did.
OH MY GOD, SO BRILLIANT.
I am seriously in love with these shows. Which means I now have YEARS AND YEARS worth of catching up to do. But that's okay. I LOVE IT.
I so should have started watching this years ago.
Anyway, wrote some fanfiction for Torchwood: small ficlet, and there will probably be more to come. My head is filled with it.
Title: Reminders
Author: Aisalynn
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack reminds himself.
Wrong. That was what the Doctor had called him. Wrong.
A fixed point in time. A fact. Wrong.
He had to remind himself of that when he saw her, held her hand and felt the smooth metal of the band on her finger, warm from the heat of her skin. Had to remember that a life with him wouldn’t be natural, wouldn’t be real. He couldn’t offer her what Rhys could: a lifetime together, filled with normal things like cozy nights without aliens or time travel, children and a family, grey hairs and wrinkles and laugh lines made from years of smiling at one another.
She would grow old while he remained young, forced to watch the woman he loved wither away and die.
No. He wouldn’t do that again.
Wrong.
He reminded himself of that when she answered phone calls from Rhys, and he listened to her voice, brightened and lilting as it formed words like, “I’m coming home soon,” and “our wedding,” and “I love you.”
Wrong.
He reminded himself when one of their many heated arguments lead them to be close together, his hands gripping her shoulders, faces so close he could feel the warmth from her breath playing along his skin.
Wrong.
He forced himself to think of that when, angry that he wanted her to wipe out Rhys’ memories, she had threatened to leave Torchwood, leave him. When the idea of her not being there, beside him, of her not even remembering him hurt so much that it was all he could do not to beg, or plead, or pull her close and make her want to stay.
Wrong.
He repeated the word over and over again when he watched her in his office, the camera outside recording perfectly the smile and kiss she gave that would never be meant for him.
Wrong.
But now, as he held her in his arms, swaying softly to the music, his hand cradling her smaller one, the soft swishing of her white dress filling his ears as her legs shifted against his, he forgot to remind himself, it felt so right.
On a side note, I've gone through and tagged all my journal entries, now that I've got a design that actually shows tags. Tagging them all was quite a job, and it was funny to see how many times I clicked the tag "rant" and how many times it went right along with "family."
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in my eyes, not good or bad, just flat out fine as a summer thunderstorm at the beach. Absolutely love the scene where he's just getting back from his gig with Doctor Who and he's rushing to tell her....something and he feels her ring. She wanted him to say something sooooo badly. Wouldn't care wrong or right...and oddly enough love him with Ianto--what a pair of cuties, both have that little baby fatness in their apple cheeks--too cute for comfort. Sorry, loved your fiction, LOVED his voice, and more please.
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Yeah, I just got into both Torchwwod and Doctor Who last summer. Funnily enough, Doctor Who was the reason I went on to watch Buffy. There was an episode with Anthony Head in it and I just loved him so much I started watching Buffy just so I could watch him. :)
I can't wait until the next season of Torchwood, even if it is just a mini-series, *sigh* and I hope they do something more with Jack and Gwen. I mean, as much as I love Ianto, there is something about the relationship that HASN'T happened. Its all that Unresolved Sexual Tension. Just can't resist it. ;)