There are truths you just can't live with. Ianto knows that better than anyone. Jack cheats in this, if it bothers you - but that's mostly not what this fic is about, It's Ianto - being scarily, plausibly Ianto. It's fantastic angst of the best kind.

Lovely, sweet, and very funny. Mind you Jack's a bit mean to poor old Estelle in this one! :)

Jack isn't there tonight; he's providing Gwen with "firearms training" but that isn't why they're out of sorts, not really. Ianto flirts with Jack with one eye looking back over his shoulder, and Toshiko feels like a cat that slinks out from underfoot when Jack's around. Brilliant piece of character - Ianto and Tosh reacting to the changes Gwen has brought in her wake, and a hot, hot description of something that shouldn't really be porny at all! :)

This is a beautifully lyrical fic that explores Jack's reaction to being buried for thousands of years. It's not only rich in language, but rich in characterisation - Jack's forgotten everything, but Ianto helps him remember. And it's nowhere near as cliched as that makes it sound!