Need You Tonight by EyeofMazikeen
What started out as a askbox fix on Tumblr devolved into insomnia-fueled New Year’s porn involving two of my favorite shows and four of my favorite pretties. Enjoy!
Sherlock, Greg, Ianto, and Jack in a bar, and Ianto even has his stopwatch.
Just.. read it. Really:
choice quote: Sherlock really had ruined him. Never exactly a simple thing, Greg’s sexuality had gone from ‘all inclusive’ to ‘smug arseholes in long coats’ in the blink of an eye.
Come Get What You Want
Since so many people are liking my little torchlock drabble, here’s a link to a straight up Jack/John/Sherlock three way I wrote a bit ago.
A very short Torchlock ficlet for superwholock fanwork friday:
“Why are doing this again?” John stared out the window
“Because you encouraged me to make ‘help Mycroft more’ a New Year’s resolution.”
“Why Cardiff?”
“Torchwood Three.”
“What the hell is a Torchwood?” John looked at him.
Instead of answering Sherlock lapsed into silence.
A short time later they were in front of a plain building. “Sherlock this is a tourist office,” John grumbled as he followed the detective inside. The good looking young man behind the desk looked too proper in a suit.
“Sherlock Holmes. I believe Jack Harkness is expecting me?”
Before the man could respond another good looking man stepped in from the back. Was devastating good looks a job requirement?
“Mycroft mentioned you coming, but not those pretty eyes,” Jack smiled and offered his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
Next to them the other man pulled out a stopwatch and pressed the button. “Seventeen minutes. Your resolution to stop flirting so much, sir?”
“Oh come on Ianto, that’s hardly fair.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll get coffee.”
“Tea, if you have it,” said John. “Thank you.”
Ianto vanished into the back. Jack turned his smile to John. The doctor suddenly felt like he was at the center of the universe as he shook his hand. “You must be John Watson.”
Sherlock took his arm and pulled him back before John could respond. “I understand we’re picking up a package?”
“Yes, just some things that need to be hand carried to London.”
Ianto reappeared with mugs. John was surprised by the perfection of his tea.
“Spending the night in Cardiff?” asked Jack.
“No,” answered Sherlock shortly, looking between Jack and John.
“Pity. Dinner?”
John smiled. Sherlock shook his head. “No, sorry, we really must be heading back.”
Ianto took out a package from behind the desk and a pen. “Just sign for it, please.”
Sherlock did so while hardly taking his eyes off anyone else. “Come along, John.” He tucked the package into his coat and steered John out of the building.
