|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2008-03-03 22:03:00
Title: Nemo Me Impune Lacessit
Author: Derry derryderrydown
Summary: "You let Ianto fall into the Rift," Jack said, with a level of strained calm that had Owen edging towards the door. "Alright." He took a deep breath. "But you should know that nobody sleeps until we find him. And I'm probably going to fire you all."
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
It's no secret that I love Moebius strip plots, and this is a very good example of it. Set in one of my favourite periods of history, to boot.
The contrast between pre-World-Wars!Jack and Torchwood!Jack is what makes the story. Pre-World-Wars!Jack is carefree and careless, charming and annoying. Torchwood!Jack has learnt the meaning of responsibility, and their confrontation is a thing of beauty.
A lovely story, with just the right amount of angst and humour.
“I’m looking for Captain Harkness,” Ianto said.
“I’m probably the closest you’re going to get,” the American said. “But it’s just Lieutenant, unless nobody’s bothered to tell me I’ve been promoted. Take your damn hat off.”
Ianto whipped off his bonnet. “I think—” Ianto said. “I’m not sure but I think I’m one of yours.”
A pause and then another burst of laughter. “Well,” Harkness said, sounding amused, “if you’re mine, I’d better take care of you.” The figure that stood up was tall with a shock of dark brown hair and Ianto knew him. He felt a surge of relief at being, finally, somewhere that made sense. “Let’s get you out of this den of vice and iniquity.”