IDK where this picture comes from, but it's another one I always find myself forcing on to people so they can understand why I'm gurgling on the floor in fits of shippy love.

Case in point:

me: by the way, have you seen that set photo of ianto and jack with the sandwich?
me: HE HAS A SANDWICH, KAREN
HE'S SAYING, LOOK AT MY SANDWICH, IANTO, ISN'T IT MAGNIFICENT?
karenhealey: I think what he's actually saying is LOOK I MADE A SANDWICH. BUT IT IS A PATHETIC SANDWICH. SEE HOW VITAL YOU ARE TO ME IANTO?
me: it's not a croissandwich, karen.

( the pic )

I want to write a story that goes AU between S1 & S2 of Torchwood. Instead of all the Master/YTW stuff, Jack travels around on the TARDIS for a while. Until he gets (possibly inadvertently) left behind somewhere, with no way home.

Not ones to wait about idly, Team Torchwood decide to mutiny the Institute charter, hotrod a space ship and go off to find him. (Which of course they do. And laugh in Jack's face when he tries to boss them around again upon them rescuing him.)

And then they all live polyamorously happily ever after. In space.