John Hart xx
- Do you love/hate this character? I kinda love him. I do. I mean, he has an utter obsession with Jack Harkness. I can relate.
- What’s your favorite trait of this character? His absolute ruthlessness and willingness to do whatever he has to do.
- What’s your favorite moment/event involving this character? I can watch that kiss kiss fight scene on repeat for days
- If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be? I’d borrow a vortex manipulator in a heartbeat. Otherwise, again, just his willingness to do anything
- Have you ever pictured this character naked? haha….yessss
- When did you fall in love/hate with this character? The first 5 minutes he was on screen
- Who’s your OTP for this character? Probably Jack/John in an angsty relationship where they both know it’s unhealthy as fuck and just don’t care. And/or in a threesome with Ianto..
FYI Torchwood Miracle Day is on Netflix now (under season 4). I really do need to watch it…
FYI Torchwood Miracle Day is on Netflix now (under season 4). I really do need to watch it…
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.