Chapter one
Truthfully, he was scared. His mum had told him to walk home using the light streets. Cardiff was huge and loud. He didn't like the noise. His name was Ianto Jones, he was eleven years old. His life was about to change.
Something/one moved in the shadows.
"Who's there?" asked Ianto.
"Don't worry. Can you help me?" Replied a voice; a boy about his age, American.
"Who are you?" Ianto asked edging over to where he heard the voice.
"Me? I'm Jack. What do they call ya?" Jack asked.
"Pardon?" Replied Ianto. He could see Jack now. He was lying on the floor.
"What's ya name?" Jack asked again.
"Ianto. Are you …" Ianto trailed off. Jack was naked.
"Do you have any clothes I could borrow?" asked Jack. Ianto pulled off his coat; fortunately it came down to his knees.
"Here." Ianto passed it to Jack. Who just held it.
"Do you have anything to stop bleeding? Asked Jack. Turning to show Ianto his left side. A bullet wound.
"You should get to a hospital." Ianto said quickly.
"No!" Said Jack sharply.
"Okay, here hold this against the wound. I'll run and get some… bandages." Ianto handed Jack a packet of tissues and ran to the nearest Pharmacy.
"Here." Ianto came back. Jack was still lying on the floor. "Are you ok?" asked Ianto.
"Yeah. Can I have a help up?" asked Jack. Ianto held out his hand.
"Thanks mate." Jack swiftly pulled himself upright.
"Hands up." Said Ianto.
"Am I under arrest?" asked Jack seriously.
"No, I need to see your wound." answered Ianto. Jack silently raised his arms. Ianto saw that Jack's body was covered with blood. Ianto gritted his teeth and got the bandages out.
"This might hurt." Ianto whispered.
"It is ok." Jack whispered back. Ianto started to wind the bandages around Jack's waist.
"There; now put the coat on." Said Ianto. Jack slipped the coat on.
"Thanks Jack whispered. He was pale (probaly through blood loss. He had mousey curley hair.
"Where do you live ?" asked Ianto.
"I'll find somewhere soon." answered Jack
"Won't your mum and dad be worried?" Ianto motioned to Jack's side.
"No... I don't think they can." said Jack.
"What do you mean?" asked Ianto.
"They are... dead." whispered Jack.
"I'm sorry." Jack smiled sadly. "But who looks after you?" asked Ianto.
"No one." answered Jack. "Shouldn't you go home? your mum and dad will be worried." He added.
"My mum will, my dad won't care." answered Ianto. Jack moved closer to Ianto and put an arm around his sholders.
"Do you know anywhere I can stay tonight?" asked Jack. But before Ianto could answer; someone else did.
"Yes. It's called hell." A policeman pointed the gun at Ianto's chest. But as he fired. Jack dived in front taking the bullet.