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Now, I'm used to mentally assigning songs to characters/situations. I'm used to plotting imaginary songvids that I never actually do. I'm used to the urge to repeat a song over and over and over while writing.

However, I'm currently sniggering at myself. My song for Ianto? Is Ani Difranco's "Studying Stones". *giggles*

Okay, most of the amusement here is coming from the way that Ianto is clearly such a woobie -- and TW itself is at one with the emo side of the force -- for me to connect in this way. The other amusement is freakin' Ani Difranco. I mean, I know Ianto isn't an alpha male, but according to my deep-down-brain, he's barely even registering as male. *snorts*

Also? Painkillers kicked in. So I'm easily amused. And my picfor1000 story refuses to... be more than three lines long.

ETA:

Lyrics:

studying stones
i am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will
to keep very still
still even on the inside
i've cut all of the pertinent wires
so my eyes can't make that connection
i am holding my breath
i am feigning my death
when i'm looking in your direction

'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode

there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down

'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode

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Because I shouldn't be writing this

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***

Organising the transfer was easy. Torchwood One was in chaos and everyone was leaving, rats scurrying to flee the sinking ship. Amidst all the paperwork needed to move employees and technology from one country to another, it was easy to get the necessary signatures on the right forms.

Stabilising Lisa's condition was harder. Tracking down pieces of Cyberman units wasn't difficult but piecing them together was. He'd never had the head for schematics that Lisa did. ("The universe has a plan, Ianto," she used to say, bent over some new object or sketching lines and diagrams into his skin. She couldn't always explain why a gadget worked, but she could reverse engineering anything that came across her desk and if you built it precisely from her schematic, it would work.).

He'd tried, puzzled, and even buzzed and drowsy from the combination of pain and painkillers, she had to correct him.

(He asked he how she knew what to do, and then wished he hadn't. Her eyes had gone wide and scared, as terrified as the night her father had a stroke, and she said, "I don't know." He forced himself to smile and press his lips against her too-cold skin, then said, "You never could explain it.")

But Ianto did what he did best: he organised the details. Right forms, right stamps, right signatures. Rented a place in Cardiff, packed up their flat in London and sent letters to various friends and relatives, explaining that he'd been transfered to Wales. Then he packed Lisa inside metal, inside boxes marked "Torchwood Three, Immediate Delivery" and hoped that the medication wasn't too much (prayed it wasn't too little).

Then he boarded a plane -- pen, phone and wallet in his pocket -- and knocked on the door of Torchwood Three at precisely seven in the morning.

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Re: Because I shouldn't be writing this

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Yay Ianto fic! Great last line before the break--I can just picture him so carefully composed, waiting for the door to open. Ianto is the most intense character; I don't know how it's possible that Torchwood has taken so little advantage of him. I can't wait for Jack to open the door!