While it may have been done before, I've found that no one fic has been...the same. Or at least, of the bajillion that I've read. Maybe the overarching theme is the same, but there's something about each one that strikes me as...different.
I have to say, you certainly do moods and moments well! :) I'm always envious of authors who can get out something really plotty and wonderful, because I just...can't.
I want to write something, too. I've been plugging away at the next LAS challenge, but I've finished it. Oh, I know. *evil smirk* And I think it's kind of indicative of how we write versus...plot. If Jack is plotty and Ianto is moody? I don't know. Makes sense in my head?
Oh God. Here comes commentfic. Look out.
The Possibilities Are Endless
Jack waved the small, round device in front of Ianto's face and beamed.
"I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid!" he exclaimed.
Ianto sighed. "Put it down. I'm almost done cataloging it."
Frowning, Jack rested the object back on the tabletop. He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the workstation. He watched for a few moments as Ianto glanced down at the piece of nondescript metal and typed in a handful of notes.
"But," Jack finally interrupted the silence, "think of where we could go!"
"Go?" Ianto didn't bother to tear his eyes away from the monitor.
"We could go to...Morocco! Or we could travel in time. We could go visit Henry VIII. You'd look hot in a doublet and tights. I could teach you this dance that -"
"Jack...."
"Okay, okay. Not that. But we could travel to the future! The 27th century is pretty nice, though I didn't visit Wales. I wonder if the expansion of the sun makes the weather any -"
"Jack."
"Right. Why would you want to stay in Wales? We could travel off planet, though! There are so many planets you'd love. There's a drink on Colome Guaja that I swear could rival your coffee, although the indecency laws are a bit harsh. You'd probably be fine with what you're -"
"Jack!"
Jack frowned and looked over at Ianto. "What?"
"It's already eleven. Can we - can we go to bed?"
Jack's face blanked for a moment and then he broke into a wide grin. "Yeah. Yeah, we can do that."
The End
Okay. That was kind of crap. But I think you get the idea. :)
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Date: 2011-02-17 11:25 pm (UTC)I have to say, you certainly do moods and moments well! :) I'm always envious of authors who can get out something really plotty and wonderful, because I just...can't.
I want to write something, too. I've been plugging away at the next LAS challenge, but I've finished it. Oh, I know. *evil smirk* And I think it's kind of indicative of how we write versus...plot. If Jack is plotty and Ianto is moody? I don't know. Makes sense in my head?
Oh God. Here comes commentfic. Look out.
Jack waved the small, round device in front of Ianto's face and beamed.
"I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid!" he exclaimed.
Ianto sighed. "Put it down. I'm almost done cataloging it."
Frowning, Jack rested the object back on the tabletop. He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the workstation. He watched for a few moments as Ianto glanced down at the piece of nondescript metal and typed in a handful of notes.
"But," Jack finally interrupted the silence, "think of where we could go!"
"Go?" Ianto didn't bother to tear his eyes away from the monitor.
"We could go to...Morocco! Or we could travel in time. We could go visit Henry VIII. You'd look hot in a doublet and tights. I could teach you this dance that -"
"Jack...."
"Okay, okay. Not that. But we could travel to the future! The 27th century is pretty nice, though I didn't visit Wales. I wonder if the expansion of the sun makes the weather any -"
"Jack."
"Right. Why would you want to stay in Wales? We could travel off planet, though! There are so many planets you'd love. There's a drink on Colome Guaja that I swear could rival your coffee, although the indecency laws are a bit harsh. You'd probably be fine with what you're -"
"Jack!"
Jack frowned and looked over at Ianto. "What?"
"It's already eleven. Can we - can we go to bed?"
Jack's face blanked for a moment and then he broke into a wide grin. "Yeah. Yeah, we can do that."
Okay. That was kind of crap. But I think you get the idea. :)