Story: Note to Self: You're Going to Forget All This
Word Count: 2380
Author's Summary: Three thousand years later, Jack doesn't remember much about the leather strap he wears around his wrist; all he knows is that the device inside it needs to be repaired as soon as possible. Every year that passes he finds himself forgetting more and more, his mind collapsing under the weight of his own prolonged existence. So he does his best to follow the clues his younger self leaves him in the hopes they'll lead him somewhere that makes sense again. For now, that means one date, expressed as coordinates: 2009-08-23.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Recced because: I don't consider myself a shipper as such (although I love a good romance,) I don't usually read much Torchwood fic (although I loved the show,) and the tag 'angst' usually makes me skip right over something automatically, and yet the description of this fic was so intriguing I had to give it a shot. I'm glad I did! Romance, angst, and a splash of timey-wimey combine perfectly in this sweet, sad story. You don't need to be a shipper or like Jack/Ianto to enjoy this one, you just have to have loved someone before.