"
Ianto indicated a work bench tucked into an alcove close to the steps leading down to the Autopsy Room. On the bench was a shattered chunk of what looked to have once been a football sized orb of some silvery, iridescent material. The orb fragment, which rippled gently with light, was nestled within a complex cradle of monitoring equipment, not unlike a miniature version of the work station area. Ianto’s attention was snagged by a scrolling bank of data on a monitor screen.
‘These enzyme readings are going through the roof,’ he said.
'Meaning?’
'Meaning that the pod’s rate of regeneration is increasing exponentially.’
Jack arched an eyebrow. He appreciated Ianto’s efforts to step into the considerable breach left by the deaths of Owen and Tosh, but he couldn’t deny that the extra workload his friend and colleague had recently taken on affected his focus on occasion. Even the normally exceptional standard of Ianto’s coffee had slipped a little these past months. Not that Jack would have said anything. Ianto would have been devastated.
"
—Torchwood novel - Bay of the Dead (Mark Morris)
prettywintersoldier:
"You write about artifacts in your diary?"
"Among other things."
"
The book was old, its faded yellow cover stained and smelling faintly of cigarettes. Jack opened it, discovering its pages hollowed out and Gwen’s dad’s watch and wedding ring inside. Jack began tossing books from the shelves next to the window.
Ten minutes later he found the Torchwood SUV’s key fob hidden in a hardback copy of Brave New World . After another twenty minutes, he’d discovered the wrecked vehicle hidden in the nearby lock-up.
Clicking twice on the key, Jack opened the vehicle’s hatch and the wave of images and smells that assaulted his senses took him to his knees. Oranges and lilies and musk. He could see the team clambering into the vehicle and racing out to the Brecon Beacons, or speeding through the narrow backstreets of Cardiff. Tosh in the backseat, working on her laptop, Owen mocking her mercilessly, Gwen mocking Owen, and Ianto, dear sweet Ianto, taking care of them all.
Jack leaned back on his heels and closed his eyes. Ianto touched his cheek, put his lips on Jack’s, his hands moving under Jack’s shirt.
Jack let out a sob, and opened his eyes.
"
—Torchwood novel - Exodus Code (John and Carole E. Barrowman)
dalek-survivor:
Still makes my heart flutter a bit to see photos of this scene.
jsbarrowman:
Torchwood Meme - Five Episodes: Meat [x]
