A Meme! It's A Meme!

[sariagray]

Totally swiped from pocky_slash.

I will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (ish), and I will post a random line or two.

Aliens Didn't Really Make Them Do It
Books
Burn
Christmas in Cardiff
Cuddling Stuff Happens
Elizabethan Story
Elizabethan Story - Doublet Porn
Ellipses Device
Firefly Tw
Ianto Forgets
iTunes Drabbles
Jack Doesn't Get Any
Measure of a Man
Movie Night
Prequel
Rain
Scent
Sleeping Beauty
Snow
You've Burnt Me, Now Guide Me

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[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Borrow away! This story was a joke fic thing, and is almost a year old, so apologies for possible awfulness. And yes, I stopped it mid-sentence, it seems. :-/

It was far too quiet.

When he had first strode into the Hub, coat billowing behind him, Jack had felt rejuvenated; the information he had garnered from UNIT was enough to solve the latest Rift puzzle and the predictor had indicated a bit of a break from the hectic onslaught of the past week. Now, the energy seemed to be sapped out of him. Completely and utterly drained as if someone had pulled a plug (flipped a switch, covered his cage with blackout material), he sputtered to a stop. His coat drifted and settled down around his calves, deflated.

The wind had been taken out of his sails and he had no idea what was wrong.

A quick glance indicated that nothing was actually out of place. A second, more thorough, glance revealed little more. Except….

Toshiko sat slumped in her chair, eyes closed and mouth opened a fraction as though she were about to speak. Gwen’s head rested on folded arms atop her desk, while Owen lay sprawled on the couch, one arm over his eyes. His other arm dangled off the side, his hand weakly clutching his mobile.

Almost dead center sat Ianto, head in his hands in guilt-ridden exasperation, his body stiff and stock still. Jack stared and tried to figure out how to proceed. The scene before him was eerily familiar and he caught himself scanning for a rapid-growing patch of briars. Not that he had a broadsword with which to hack them down. He wondered, fleetingly and without real thought, if he would find a spindle clutched in Ianto’s fist.

He approached what appeared to be ground zero with caution, and only made it five tiny, soft steps before Ianto stirred slightly. Freezing for a second, Jack hurried over and crouched next to Ianto,

[chamilet]

Ooooo, intriguing. And appropriate icon!