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Title: At My Most Beautiful
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Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
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Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Very vague spoilers for Torchwood episode 2x12, "Fragments". Cross-posted to my LJ and to tw100.
At My Most Beautiful
"I found this in the archives," said Ianto.
It was a Victorian photograph, a close-up of Jack's battered face, his skull half-crushed from what might have been a blow from a blunt object.
"Early days at Torchwood," said Jack, lightly.
"Who did that to you?"
"It doesn't matter. We became friends, later."
Ianto's eyes were bright with fury. "You had brutal friends."
Jack nodded. "I still do. They don't take my photo at my most beautiful. Terrible thing."
"Jack!"
Jack put his hand over Ianto's, and the photograph. "Let it go. They didn't know what they were doing. Forgive them."