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Title: "Shade"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Just a bit of Gwen-flavored prompt table fic.
The room was all blues, blacks, and greys. It was only in her torch’s beam that the brighter hues – red on white skin – sprang out. Once out of the spotlight, blood splatter changed back to smudges and shadowy flecks in the gloom. Nothing to worry about. Even the haphazard angles of the young man’s limbs seemed less severe. Not dead. Just inert. Not murdered, but resting.
Jack had told her to leave the lights off, but right now Gwen wanted nothing more than to flip every switch in the house and make him really see what those monsters had done.
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Just a bit of Gwen-flavored prompt table fic.
The room was all blues, blacks, and greys. It was only in her torch’s beam that the brighter hues – red on white skin – sprang out. Once out of the spotlight, blood splatter changed back to smudges and shadowy flecks in the gloom. Nothing to worry about. Even the haphazard angles of the young man’s limbs seemed less severe. Not dead. Just inert. Not murdered, but resting.
Jack had told her to leave the lights off, but right now Gwen wanted nothing more than to flip every switch in the house and make him really see what those monsters had done.
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