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60,081 words.
148 pages.
I kind of forgot how to string words together for a while there. But things seem better now! And I'm in the part that leads up to the end! \o/
And because apparently I cannot resist when asked for snippets, and because apparently in my head you may as well go for something in the 300-word range if you're going to bother finding something to cut and paste at all... Here you go, the entirety of page 41, give or take an incomplete sentence:
Ianto gasped suddenly, as if he'd been struck; he saw Hart turn toward him at the sound, but Jack was lost in his grief, and didn't look up until Ianto choked out, "Jack."
Jack looked at him over his shoulder, wide-eyed, his gaze sweeping quickly over Ianto as if checking him for injury.
Ianto shook his head, dazed. "Jack. The Amphora."
Jack frowned, as if he didn't know what Ianto meant, and then he went very still, his face going blank. He was still holding Tosh--Tosh's body--but his voice was steady, reassuring, as he said, "Gray couldn't have hurt it. He didn't even know it was there."
Ianto nodded, trying to feel reassured.
"Go check," Jack said gently, and Ianto broke and turned, nearly running to Jack's office, only faintly aware of being followed.
Ianto was already halfway around Jack's desk when he spotted Hart. Ianto froze, and Hart stopped inside the doorway and put his hands on his hips. "What is it? What are we looking for?"
"You're not looking for anything," Ianto said.
"Something precious to Jack, something Jack thinks Gray couldn't hurt, something you call an amphora but obviously isn't an actual amphora because there isn't one here," Hart recited, looking around and walking closer. "Something Jack's sure Gray didn't know about, which means it's probably new since I was here last, isn't it? And you're worried about it, so check on it."
Ianto stood his ground, and Hart sighed hugely, spreading his hands. "Look, it's either follow you, or stand out there while they..."
He waved one arm back through the doorway, and Ianto flinched at the thought. Sooner or later, practicality would take over, and Jack and Gwen would move, would clean up Tosh's body and put her--it--her away. Maybe it was just as well to keep Hart clear of that, for all their sakes.
"Fine," Ianto said--Hart couldn't actually harm the Amphora any more than Gray could--and knelt down behind Jack's desk. There were files stacked precariously atop the Amphora, and it had acquired a blanket wrapping at some point; Ianto had no idea when. Typical of Jack, somehow, whether he was being protective or hiding it from himself, or both at once in the same economical gesture.
Ianto unwrapped the covering, and from above him came a low, admiring whistle.
148 pages.
I kind of forgot how to string words together for a while there. But things seem better now! And I'm in the part that leads up to the end! \o/
And because apparently I cannot resist when asked for snippets, and because apparently in my head you may as well go for something in the 300-word range if you're going to bother finding something to cut and paste at all... Here you go, the entirety of page 41, give or take an incomplete sentence:
Ianto gasped suddenly, as if he'd been struck; he saw Hart turn toward him at the sound, but Jack was lost in his grief, and didn't look up until Ianto choked out, "Jack."
Jack looked at him over his shoulder, wide-eyed, his gaze sweeping quickly over Ianto as if checking him for injury.
Ianto shook his head, dazed. "Jack. The Amphora."
Jack frowned, as if he didn't know what Ianto meant, and then he went very still, his face going blank. He was still holding Tosh--Tosh's body--but his voice was steady, reassuring, as he said, "Gray couldn't have hurt it. He didn't even know it was there."
Ianto nodded, trying to feel reassured.
"Go check," Jack said gently, and Ianto broke and turned, nearly running to Jack's office, only faintly aware of being followed.
Ianto was already halfway around Jack's desk when he spotted Hart. Ianto froze, and Hart stopped inside the doorway and put his hands on his hips. "What is it? What are we looking for?"
"You're not looking for anything," Ianto said.
"Something precious to Jack, something Jack thinks Gray couldn't hurt, something you call an amphora but obviously isn't an actual amphora because there isn't one here," Hart recited, looking around and walking closer. "Something Jack's sure Gray didn't know about, which means it's probably new since I was here last, isn't it? And you're worried about it, so check on it."
Ianto stood his ground, and Hart sighed hugely, spreading his hands. "Look, it's either follow you, or stand out there while they..."
He waved one arm back through the doorway, and Ianto flinched at the thought. Sooner or later, practicality would take over, and Jack and Gwen would move, would clean up Tosh's body and put her--it--her away. Maybe it was just as well to keep Hart clear of that, for all their sakes.
"Fine," Ianto said--Hart couldn't actually harm the Amphora any more than Gray could--and knelt down behind Jack's desk. There were files stacked precariously atop the Amphora, and it had acquired a blanket wrapping at some point; Ianto had no idea when. Typical of Jack, somehow, whether he was being protective or hiding it from himself, or both at once in the same economical gesture.
Ianto unwrapped the covering, and from above him came a low, admiring whistle.