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Still not dead. Still snowed under. Still horrified that I wrote this.
Title: "Childish Things"
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. Also, please note that any other media property presented here is property of its own rightful company, occurs here for humorous purposes, and absolutely no infringement is intended.
Pairings: N/A
Rating: Gen
Notes/Summary: Team Torchwood goes toe to toe with a nasty case of bad childhood nostalgia.
( Owen cursed under his breath, banged his fists against the corrugated metal of the warehouse wall. )
Title: "Childish Things"
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. Also, please note that any other media property presented here is property of its own rightful company, occurs here for humorous purposes, and absolutely no infringement is intended.
Pairings: N/A
Rating: Gen
Notes/Summary: Team Torchwood goes toe to toe with a nasty case of bad childhood nostalgia.
( Owen cursed under his breath, banged his fists against the corrugated metal of the warehouse wall. )