Short: "Wired"
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cyusTitle: Wired
Characters/Pairing: Ianto/Lisa, Jack
Rating: R
Length: 677
Summary: Lisa is Ianto's girlfriend, encased in metal or not.
Notes: set pre-series
Harkness crossed the main floor of the Hub. His soles squeaked on the metal walkway. "Well-"
Ianto glanced at Harkness' boots, froze in mid-movement. Suzie cleared her throat, and he looked up at her. He swallowed, tried to say something, but she stared him down, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to sort the papers into folders.
"That time of the year, is it?" Owen leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. The chair creaked with every shift of his weight, springs cranky.
"Snowdon is calling," Harkness replied.
"Yeah, it's screaming 'get away from me, Harkness, oh no, not you again'." Owen rolled his eyes and turned back to his workstation with a long screech of metal on metal.
Ianto's cock hardened.
He would watch her at night when she was asleep, balls and cock pressed to cold metal, just warming it with his own heat. He'd walk in, and she'd already have her eyes closed, painkillers dripping into her and shutting down her system.
He missed her.
Harkness took the steps to the main area at an easy jog. He stood, surveyed them, and Ianto watched from the corner of his eyes when he came closer, stood right beside him. Suzie glanced over, then turned back to her computer screen.
"Do you enjoy the work here then?" Harkness asked. He fingered one of the folders, looked at it, then dropped it back on the desk. "Fancy a trip up Snowdon?"
"Snowdon?"
Owen got up, metal springs screamed with the bounce, and Ianto pressed his crotch against the edge of the table, hidden from view by the sheets of paper in his hand. Arousal caught in his stomach, muscles in his thighs tense, and the edge of the desk didn't yield.
Harkness raised an eyebrow at him.
She'd shift, a screech of metal and metal, and all it meant was that she was still alive and still there. Hand between her legs, he'd push his cock against one of the metal plates, then she'd open her eyes and gasp. His fingers would slip into her. She didn't get wet anymore, not for him or anything, so it'd be his precome that would ease the way for a moment of heat, but even inside wires would grip him, and reality brought the fantasy crashing down. He'd jerk off against the metal and stain it with come while she was watching.
"Bit of excitement, hunting dead alien sheep, that kind of thing," Harkness went on.
Owen dropped onto his chair again. Metal screeched. Ianto pushed his crotch against the edge of the desk. His hips jerked once, twice before he stopped, face heating. The coffee in the cup rippled with the movement.
Harkness looked pointedly from the cup to Ianto's hips. "Not that exciting," he said after a pause, light tone. "Boys." He laughed, then leaned close. "You can still come. There'll be guns and ropes and all other kinds of entertaining things." He drew his hand down Ianto's back, then clapped him on the shoulder. "And me, of course. What do you say?" Jack brushed his thumb along the back of Ianto's neck.
Ianto nodded, his trousers tight.
"Finish up and be ready in thirty, then, Ianto," Harkness called as he pushed away and crossed the Hub again.
Ianto stared after Harkness. Suzie caught him, laughed and shook her head.
"I'll just carry this down to the archives," he told no-one in particular and held up the folders. They didn't even look up.
He took the stairs down to the lower levels of the Hub, walked past the archives.
She'd be asleep, but she usually was, at least at first. She'd say, 'thank you for making me feel alive', and he'd feel the part of the rapist anyway and flee. He always came back when she was asleep again and cleaned her, whispered he'd never do it again. But then he would, because she was the only thing he still had. He told himself that she never said 'no' and that that was enough.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto/Lisa, Jack
Rating: R
Length: 677
Summary: Lisa is Ianto's girlfriend, encased in metal or not.
Notes: set pre-series
Harkness crossed the main floor of the Hub. His soles squeaked on the metal walkway. "Well-"
Ianto glanced at Harkness' boots, froze in mid-movement. Suzie cleared her throat, and he looked up at her. He swallowed, tried to say something, but she stared him down, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to sort the papers into folders.
"That time of the year, is it?" Owen leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. The chair creaked with every shift of his weight, springs cranky.
"Snowdon is calling," Harkness replied.
"Yeah, it's screaming 'get away from me, Harkness, oh no, not you again'." Owen rolled his eyes and turned back to his workstation with a long screech of metal on metal.
Ianto's cock hardened.
He would watch her at night when she was asleep, balls and cock pressed to cold metal, just warming it with his own heat. He'd walk in, and she'd already have her eyes closed, painkillers dripping into her and shutting down her system.
He missed her.
Harkness took the steps to the main area at an easy jog. He stood, surveyed them, and Ianto watched from the corner of his eyes when he came closer, stood right beside him. Suzie glanced over, then turned back to her computer screen.
"Do you enjoy the work here then?" Harkness asked. He fingered one of the folders, looked at it, then dropped it back on the desk. "Fancy a trip up Snowdon?"
"Snowdon?"
Owen got up, metal springs screamed with the bounce, and Ianto pressed his crotch against the edge of the table, hidden from view by the sheets of paper in his hand. Arousal caught in his stomach, muscles in his thighs tense, and the edge of the desk didn't yield.
Harkness raised an eyebrow at him.
She'd shift, a screech of metal and metal, and all it meant was that she was still alive and still there. Hand between her legs, he'd push his cock against one of the metal plates, then she'd open her eyes and gasp. His fingers would slip into her. She didn't get wet anymore, not for him or anything, so it'd be his precome that would ease the way for a moment of heat, but even inside wires would grip him, and reality brought the fantasy crashing down. He'd jerk off against the metal and stain it with come while she was watching.
"Bit of excitement, hunting dead alien sheep, that kind of thing," Harkness went on.
Owen dropped onto his chair again. Metal screeched. Ianto pushed his crotch against the edge of the desk. His hips jerked once, twice before he stopped, face heating. The coffee in the cup rippled with the movement.
Harkness looked pointedly from the cup to Ianto's hips. "Not that exciting," he said after a pause, light tone. "Boys." He laughed, then leaned close. "You can still come. There'll be guns and ropes and all other kinds of entertaining things." He drew his hand down Ianto's back, then clapped him on the shoulder. "And me, of course. What do you say?" Jack brushed his thumb along the back of Ianto's neck.
Ianto nodded, his trousers tight.
"Finish up and be ready in thirty, then, Ianto," Harkness called as he pushed away and crossed the Hub again.
Ianto stared after Harkness. Suzie caught him, laughed and shook her head.
"I'll just carry this down to the archives," he told no-one in particular and held up the folders. They didn't even look up.
He took the stairs down to the lower levels of the Hub, walked past the archives.
She'd be asleep, but she usually was, at least at first. She'd say, 'thank you for making me feel alive', and he'd feel the part of the rapist anyway and flee. He always came back when she was asleep again and cleaned her, whispered he'd never do it again. But then he would, because she was the only thing he still had. He told himself that she never said 'no' and that that was enough.
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Date: 2009-01-27 09:07 pm (UTC)And it immediately made me think that if take this as true/cannon... and assume that bits of this memory are floating around in Ianto's brain, it gives Adam some fodder for his planted rape memories...
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:46 am (UTC)I have to admit I didn't immediately think of Adam, but you are right, it taps into that dark part that I believe GDL mentioned in some interviews, how Adam didn't create something that wasn't there but only drew on the potential that exists in people. I do happen to agree with that interpretation, and in a way, this would kind of show it.
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-01-27 10:28 pm (UTC)So, I was saying... This story was good on the most disturbing way. It makes a weird, almost wrong kind of sense. Ianto was so screwed up around that time I can imagine him doing something like that (and it also seems very clear that he'd be terribly sorry afterwards, ashamed even). It's not that the situation's turned him into some kind of freak, it's the consequences of being that desperate and destroyed.
I liked it very much. It's also different. It's always about how tempted Ianto was to give in to Jack's charms. For once it wasn't Jack making hard.
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:44 am (UTC)So, umm, after reading TWU, I do honestly feel sorry for not having replied to this (and I have, in fact, read your comment on the rec of this on TWH and appreciated it, too, but felt that it would have been the wrong venue to put it there).
To your comment: I tend to see Ianto as someone who is damaged, yes, and as someone who is trying his best to hold himself together and to hold a somewhat normal life together, and what he had with Lisa, that was normal. To me that was the peak of what he'd personally see as the life he ultimately enjoyed, so yes - I don't think his morals have suffered through his experiences (eg. he is still ashamed by his actions), but I do believe that it is in great ways, a quest to remain normal.
And I'm glad you liked the spin on the Jack/Ianto dynamic. I admit to liking to write stories where the want-love-sex isn't quite as clearcut as all that.
Thanks for the comment, appreciate it.
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Date: 2009-03-13 03:38 am (UTC)Yes, I see your point. I suppose it's a different take on Ianto, but it makes sense. I have question though, feel free not to answer - how do you see his involvement with Jack? I mean, I do agree with you Ianto's probably doing his best to hold on to any normalcy he can grab, keep himself together, but when you say that, do you mean it by that time when he was still keeping Lisa in the basement, or overall? I'm sorry, it's just your comment made me curious.
Thanks for getting back to me. =) Your effort has been truly appreciated.
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Date: 2009-03-13 07:50 am (UTC)I do believe that Ianto is someone who tries to hold himself/his life together by holding on to things. And Jack is the ideal thing to hold onto, what with the no-dying business. I believe that throughout the seasons he manages to deal with losing Lisa (mostly), but that in a way Jack becomes the new thing upon which to rely even if it disappoints you or doesn't behave the way you do. I tend to write Ianto as someone who is always longing for something that is not Torchwood Three in Cardiff (there seems to be a theme of him glorifying London running through the stories lately, that has him thinking that he was happy in London etc). I do tend to write Ianto as someone who was happiest with Lisa and happiest in London. I think he has a different kind of happiness with Jack, it's more jaded, not quite as carefree and innocent, and it's not overflowing, but I tend to think Ianto is a pragmatist and he takes the bits of happiness he can and that he is happy with Jack, in their own ways (naturally, since it's Jack and Ianto, and not Lisa and Ianto, it would be a bit different), but that he sometimes longs for the ease and the carefreeness of the relationship with Lisa or really anyone that isn't Jack.
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Date: 2009-03-14 04:10 am (UTC)I personally don't think it was easy for Ianto to even think of London and/or Lisa, for a while at least. I can't imagine him being able to separate the murderous cyberwoman and all the horror of Canary Wharf from his girlfriend and the life he used to have in London. It probably wasn't a pleasant thing to think about (and I tend to believe one of the reasons Ianto has become so dedicated, so to speak, to Jack is probably because Jack appeared to him as an option to all this - Jack implicated a completely different concept of life, the opposite of everything he had before, just what he might have been in need of back then).
I think he has a different kind of happiness with Jack, it's more jaded, not quite as carefree and innocent, and it's not overflowing, but I tend to think Ianto is a pragmatist and he takes the bits of happiness he can and that he is happy with Jack, in their own ways
And that is exactly what I think. I think of Ianto as someone who's not hoping to live to see the next day or daring to make any kinds of plans (getting married, having a family, getting a dog, asking Jack to move in together). He accepts his new reality as skeptically as he can, because he knows that's as much as he'll get, and he's fine with it. Someone who sees things more harshly, for what they really are, not the fantastic, mythical, fantasy world it seems to be (though it is, too, partly). He understands what Torchwood is about, what Jack is about - what he can offer and what he can't, what he'll do and what he won't. They're honest, I think. Pretty honest, their relationship. Not on the sense that they'll tell everything to each other and never keep secrets, more like they'll be hiding things from each other, and are both very aware of it (among other things, of course). Maybe it's the way they're both so hurt and damaged that they can find some sort of peace in each other. It's the difference between Ianto and Gwen, I think.
I agree he was probably happier in London, when, in comparison, everything seemed easier. There was no saving the world every day (not him, anyway), no expecting to find death in every corner, not knowing he'll most likely lose everyone he works with/knows sooner than he'll ever be ready to accept. Thinking of how relatively ‘softer’ things were when he had a cool job, a pretty girlfriend and could make plans for the future must be something to hold onto, though very depressing as well. He'll never be completely happy or satisfied with this parameter in mind - but, honestly, I can see him as someone who's all but expecting something as subjective and ephemeral as happiness. He's happy, in a sense, just never complete, and, as you said, he finds his own happiness in the little things, everything he can get.
So yeah, I had never really though of things that way, but I think I agree with you, kind of. I don't think, for instance, Ianto needs someone out of Torchwood and Jack, I think he's pretty committed to Jack, all the while not necessarily waiting for Jack to be committed to him with the same intensity. But I do think he needs things to keep him in touch with normality. He probably doesn't want Torchwood or Jack to be present in and part of every aspect of his life.
(Gigantic, babbling, sort of useless comment. Feel free to ignore. =D And apologizes for the rape of the English language.)
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Date: 2009-01-27 10:40 pm (UTC)And the partial rape/necrophilia of his relationship with Lisa.
Well Done. Bravo!
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:49 am (UTC)And metal against metal, I have to admit it was a quick idea of 'ooh, someone might be conditioned to react to something there just through increased exposure coupled with sexual feelings'.
Thanks for commenting, appreciate it.
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Date: 2009-01-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-29 12:50 am (UTC)That is both hot and fucking disturbing. Go you.
Jeez.
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Date: 2009-01-29 01:17 am (UTC)(And also? I kind of want to know what the Cybermen wired Lisa's vagina for.)
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:52 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment, glad you enjoyed (well, in some way) the story, appreciate it.
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Date: 2009-03-12 09:53 am (UTC)Specifically to this, I'm glad it makes sense to someone else, because it made sense to me as I wrote it. And I'd take creative any day.
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Date: 2009-03-12 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 02:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, I use cruentum for all the personal LJ stuff (feel free to friend if you want to) and for, ah TWH, recently, and cyus for the fanfiction. I used to post HP fanfic with cruentum when I was in that fandom years ago, but no, now everything is on cyus except for the frottage porn stuff which for reasons that are a little foggy to me, too, I decided to post with my regular account (but I might repost at least the Tosh/Ianto properly to this one after some edits or some such).
But yeah, if you are there for the fic, so to speak, you'll find everything that is something here. I got this sticky index post at the top, everything's in there. There is talk of agonizing over writing at my regular Lj and occasional quickie fiction things that I save to my 'hey this is a cool idea, might have to edit that someday and turn it into something' folder, but otherwise it's personal blather and the fiction happens here.
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Date: 2009-03-12 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 02:38 pm (UTC)I- hmm, I do write original fiction occasionally but not in any kind of coordinated effort, whenever an idea pops up I write it out. There is a lost attempt at a type of m/m murder mystery set in Cardiff that I was 2 and a half chapters into that I might pick up again because it was somewhat fun to write, but really, it's only since I started writing TW that I am honestly really making somewhat of an effort at this writing gig and trying to make it good and make it mine, in a way. Torchwood has been good for me as a fandom, in terms of the canon being rather nicely suitable to push my writing into cool areas. Before that I wrote two or three things in HP, a bunch of things in 2002 or so in X-Files and some five or six original fiction projects, mostly short stories, so actually Torchwood has seen my greatest concentrated fiction output, I believe, so, really, not that experienced.
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Date: 2009-03-12 05:12 pm (UTC)Fan fic: I keep thinking I haven't written very much, but I just counted it up and I've done 10 TW fics, more than I thought - a couple are really short, and it's mostly in the fluffy/funny/smutty mode (basically the opposite of your stuff, LOL) and I'm not sure any of it's any good (although I do have a beta and I hope she'd tell me if anything was utter crap which should be kept to myself). I'm working on my first thing in a different fandom and it's actual slash (eep!), which feels kind of like parachuting out of an airplane.
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Date: 2009-03-12 06:48 pm (UTC)I'm always saying that I can't do smut but I am actually editing something that will be in the NC-17, so it does work somehow. I read your ikea fic. Read it to my girlfriend, too. She wants to check out the ikea in Cardiff when we are in the area in July, now.
What fandom are you delving into now?
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Date: 2009-03-13 12:09 am (UTC)Other fandom is, well, not really a full-fledged fandom: 24, believe it or not. The first episode brought on slashy thoughts.
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Date: 2009-03-13 12:15 am (UTC)Yup - there is an ikea right there, actually across the railway lines behind the Bed&Breakfast we'll be staying at, which frankly caused some chuckles over here in connection with the fic.
24. I only watched the beginning of that way back then, but interesting to have slashy thoughts on that.
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:21 pm (UTC)I read so many complaints about bad TW fic that I'm paranoid.
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:51 pm (UTC)We are going to Cardiff in July - July 4th to 10th, or something like that, if I remember that correctly, yeah. Well - Cardiff and Wales really since I definitely wanna go up Snowdon and hang out in the Brecon Beacons and Merthyr Mawr etc, so maybe a day or two in Cardiff and the rest in the countryside. My friends insist I need to take Torchwoody/Who photos, as does my girlfriend, but I am still resisting that one, we'll see how it turns out.
There is quite a bit of bad TW fic, but really, nothing to overly worry about. You know it when you see it, really.
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:59 pm (UTC)I reread it; ignored my thoughts on anatomical details, which turned out to be a good decision, and focused on Ianto's inner conflict, that you conveyed in a few sentences. Is he (ab)using her or does she really want it?
Normally authors use metal (its sounds, smells, etc.) as a metaphor for Ianto's emotional state to emphasise how sick it makes him, seeing Lisa like this. If he touches her at all, they'll let him search for the parts of her that still feel organic. I like how you twisted this into an equally disturbing and kinky scenario. While metal kink is one of my favourite kinks, it is, by default, difficult to pull off in the Torchwood fandom, for obvious reasons. You make it work.
So, in a nutshell: dark, hot and Ianto's controversial/uncomfortable characterisation make for very good fic.
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Date: 2009-01-30 12:59 am (UTC)I don't know what else to say but that... o.o
Very good, though. Note the 'very good'....
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Date: 2009-04-23 05:26 am (UTC)Metal.
Ianto is seriously hurting. I've been debating in my head since I read this an hour ago if this was really a case of dubious consent or not. I tend to go w/ the "Lisa died at Canary Wharf" view b/c I cannot bear to think of her lying there, completely immobile, seeing what Ianto is doing for her, and unable to do anything about it. That's what I'd like to think. However, it's not how I actually think things were. I think there was a piece of her that was still her, trapped inside and experiencing everything. Would that part of her had wanted Ianto to have even this version of sex with her robotic body? I don't know. I do think she would have been fed up w/ his guilt over it, though, b/c a person can only handle so much of someone else's guilt. So maybe she would have lied and said "thank you for making me feel alive." (I say lied b/c I don't think it made her feel alive at all -- frustrated and heartsick, perhaps, which you have to be alive to feel, but not what you would call 'alive.')
One thing I've noticed about your Ianto fics is the central importance of Lisa and really, Ianto's life outside of Jack/Torchwood. (I tend to see Lisa as a kind of idealized love, and who knows if it would have survived much longer, if Ianto's survivor's guilt wouldn't have ultimately crushed them. Jack is the warts and all kind of love, in my opinion. He's rather warty.) But I like to see the other side of the coin, as it's certainly legitimate.
Anyhow, very interesting piece. Food for thought-y. Well, all of your stories are food for thought, but this one touches on even more issues than usual.
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Date: 2009-04-23 08:06 am (UTC)For me, I agree that Ianto's love for Lisa is more of an idea, an ideallized something of what could have been, maybe, or what he would have liked to see in the long run. I don't think his love for Jack is any greater or smaller or more special though (and I think their relationships is equally messed up on enough levels).
I don't disagree with your interpretations necessarily. It IS written from Ianto's POV and there is no way to tell from his interpretation just what Lisa actually feels and how she actually feels. I like to think she loved him and that she let him have that because she loved him even if it broke her heart. In a way, a sort of payback for all the work he puts into it and he is allowed to do it, maybe that is how she explains it in her head. To Ianto, I think he wouldn't necessarily realize that (except the guilt says he does). I don't think he wants to think further than the actual act, than what they are doing, because it would burst that bubble.
For me, the sex is their attempt to hold onto a normal life, on to something they have had before, to forget for just a while what they are doing. It's mostly working for Ianto, it's probably not working for Lisa, but I tend to think she'd let him have it. And certainly it's not the most romantic view to think of relationships as a check of balances and investments, but I think that Lisa feels she owes him. I don't think she resents that, I don't think it makes her hate Ianto and I don't think that she does it unwillingly. She wants to make him happy. And if that is one thing she can still do to make him happy she is going to try that.
How futile and how messed up that is, no disagreements.
And while I agree that it would make her heartsick and feel bad, I think part of her would be happy, and glad that Ianto can still get some kind of enjoyment out of this situation (as little as Ianto may actually ENJOY the act), because - and this is entering the dubcon territory for me more than anything else - how much can she still give him, this is something she CAN give him. I like to think she doesn't do it out of guilt, I like to think she still loves him and that part of her love causes her to want to make him happy.
Really, the dubcon sticker depends on your interpretation of the characters and of the actions, in my opinion.
Ianto's love for Jack - I see it as less idealized, but perhaps a continuation, something to cling to fill that whole (and what better to use to fill the whole of a girlfriend who died than someone who will never die). I don't see it as romantic or particularly well-adjusted. Ianto fell into it when he was in a pretty vulnerable place, and he's still in it now - he took Jack back after he'd fucked off with the Doctor - it kind of depends, again, on interpretations of how adjusted or not adjusted that is, or on interpretations on how much Ianto feels he needs to be dependable and how little he is unable to break out of relationships. I can see a LOT of intepretations re: Jack/Ianto and Jack/Lisa work, really, but I think that Ianto's love for Jack is based on a power-imbalance (simply by how he stumbled into it), that he is slowly gnawing away at, and Jack's love for Ianto - well, Ianto is a blip in Jack's life ultimately. I don't doubt that he's still at a point in his life where he allows love to happen (I kind of doubt it 5000, 6000 years down the road), or where it actually still registers as something, but I don't think Ianto is anything special to him, not more, not more less than other lovers he's had. And he's only been with him, what, maximum two years. That's very little time to a guy who already lived 120 years linearly as an adult.
Anyway, bottom line, I agree that quite a few interpretations are possible and plausible. In this particularly one, I don't think Ianto is a rapist, but that ultimately is based on my idea of Lisa in it, and it's left pretty open in the story how much delusion plays into Ianto's thoughts and actions, so I'm hardly going to discount other interpretations as invalid.
Thanks for the comment. I appreciated it lots.
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Date: 2009-06-19 06:49 pm (UTC)(I had read this fic earlier, but couldn't think up a comment at the time. Still, this fic kind of... stayed with me. Was it because it was so disturbing? ;) Well, that too, but the events seemed plausible to me and this became one of my canons. (Yes, I can say that I have several alternative truths about the show - I don't think they cancel each other out.))
This part of your comment particularly hit a chord: "And certainly it's not the most romantic view to think of relationships as a check of balances and investments, but I think that Lisa feels she owes him. I don't think she resents that--"
In the context of your fic, this makes SO MUCH SENSE! And in the context of, you know, the world.
I'm not talking about sacrificing yourself for someone you love (that's what Ianto is doing, too) in general but about how women have been conditioned to this mindset that their body is something that can be traded. And Torchwood doesn't exist in a cultural vacuum. I certainly have followed the same logic from time to time. "He's such a nice boy and he actually listens to me. So maybe I'll let him have a cuddle even though it makes me feel uncomfortable." I think that could quite easily become "He's my boyfriend and has suffered so much just to make me stay alive, so I should let him have his reward."
Ok, now I'm just paraphrasing you. Anyway, thinking about Lisa's position in all of this added depth to the original piece of writing - even though the original piece was also brilliant in its sparsity. What you said about Ianto and Jack's relationship in your comment was really interesting, too! (even though I didn't understand 100 % of it) And your comment made me realize that my logic in rewarding boys for acting like decent human beings with physical intimacy is seriously fucked up. So you've also made a feminist effort. :) Thank you!
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Date: 2009-05-18 10:05 am (UTC)We at CoT Reviews try to review all of the nominated stories in each round, and in today's post we've featured your story (http://community.livejournal.com/cot_reviews/20735.html). Please feel free to stop by and look.
This was such an incredibly moving story - for all that it seems like a comedy of errors at the start. I liked how you made the comparisons between the squeaks of the metal chairs, to Lisa down below. And Ianto's kink, to Jack's. (Because if Jack thinks kink is appropriate, then there's a very good chance it's not.)
Congratulations again, and good luck!
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Date: 2009-09-14 02:00 am (UTC)