COLD BLOODED
Chapter1-secrets
It had only been two days without him, the man of his dreams; Ianto sat in the silence of the archives. He gave a slight sigh, whilst he looked through some of his personal entries-In his diary.
' I wont ever understand the one i love. The day i do-will be the day i can actually say we're together..'
Ianto enjoyed writing up his daily entries, but since Jack's disapearance- he had found it difficult writing up his daily life routine. He closed his diary- slouching down lower; holding his thoughts close to his chest.
Toshiko had finished making adjustments to the system, so if Jack had been taken; he would return within the hour.
Ianto wandered up to the main part of the HUB; He layed a pure but fake smile upon his face. " Any luck?" He cleared his throat- trying to make out he didn't care at all about his boss's disapearance.
Tosh shook her head slightly, still gazing into the monitors screen; looking up at the Rift activity movements. " No.." She paused for a moment.. " The Rift.., It's as if its sleeping?"
Owen smirked " Like a dormant volcano?"
Toshiko looked round at his; hands still on the keyboard. " Something like that.."
She rolled her eyes up at him, then turned round to face the monitor once again.
Ianto frowned a little, " We're comparing the Rift to a volcano? Right, and that's normal.. How?" He was getting slightly peeved off with the fact that only he cared and was worried for Jack. The others were too busy with the so called 'Volcano..'
Owen sat down, glarring at Ianto " If i didn't know any better, Jones. I'd say you're worried?"
Ianto swallowed hard; Not wanting the others to know his true feelings on his Boss. "... No! I mean; Yes i'm worried for him, who knows what trouble he's in. For all we know, he could be locked up?" He cleared his throat-still holding onto his diary.
Owen was sat in his chair- giving off a cheesy grin, whilst chewing on a pen. He, Ianto; had never known someone to do so many impossible things like Owen.
Owen looked at Ianto still grinning, " Whatever you say.. I believe you!"
Ianto knew Owen wasn't at all convinced; And sooner or later- The team were going to find out the dark secret that Ianto held from them. - Even Jack hadn't known this one. He always had a way of working out the teams thoughts and feelings, But Ianto had been sly with this one. He told no-one but his personal Journal.
Owen gave a loud sigh- Like a labradour would do if they're owner didn't take any notice of them. He gave a girly cough, whilst his eyes checked Ianto out-Top to bottom. Owen paused, starring at the book Ianto held.
" So? What's the book on..?" Owen smirked as he began thinking a variety of wrong thoughts, He cleared his throat. Ianto was stuck for words; trying to figure a way out of telling the truth. What he kept from the others was personal to him, but way out of Torchwood's depths.
Ianto sighed ".. Erm, Confidentral-Alien activity."
Owen gave a slight nod of the head; " How long have you been studying that?"
Ianto looked down, rolling his eyes up at Owen. Why he couldn't shut the hell up he didn't know, But all he did know is that Owen was onto him- Or it was more likely him being paranoid.
" A year?" Ianto hadn't seemed so sure on what he had said- Owen tilted his head, " Well Jack has put me on list for 'Alien activity'- Maybe we could swap opinions.." He snarled, whilst being sarcastic.
Ianto stood there-mouth half open " Yeah? Maybe.." He swallowed hard " I better get back to work?" Ianto questioned himself- It wasn't as if he had anyone to tell him what to do.
Owen stood up, " Coffee?" He held his cup out for Ianto to take.
Ianto rolled his eyes up at him " Manners wouldn't hurt you know?" He sighed
Owen glared at him " Please?.. Please will you refill my cup, coffee-king?" he smirked
Ianto took hold of the cup " Thankyou! Much better.." He turned round- walking over to his desk; laying his diary in one of the drawers. He looked over at Owen- then walked out to make him his coffee.
Owen smirked at Toshiko, "He left that book,.. thing?" he whispered
Tosh shrugged " Whatever it is, It's personal to Ianto. He obviously was in an uncomfortable position when you asked about it."
Owen frowned " How would you know?"
" You could tell on Ianto's face, He blushed several times.. But obviously you didn't see that."
Owen smirked " Are you saying that he's hiding something? Something that he don't want anyone else finding out about.." he chuckled " Honestly! Tosh.. How bad could it be, 'Unless! Ianto kidnapped Jack, locked him away in his petty little flat- cuffed to the bed, and is keeping him hidden away-Naked.." he smirked.
Toshiko frowned " No! No i never said anything like that..Sometimes i wonder were you get these mind illusion thoughts from."
Owen carried on smirking " It could happen..It's always the quiet ones who turn out to be the most dangerous of them all.." he grinned
Ianto returned with a coffee in hand, " Sir?" He held the cup for Owen to take;
Owen snarled " So when's food?" He took the coffe off Ianto..
Ianto tilted his head " Pizza? I persumed..The usual?"
Owen nodded " You know me, Ianto. Meat feast?"
" Of course..Tosh I didn't bother with you're order as you said something about a date?"
Owen raised an eyebrow " Tosh? A date?"
" Yes! Actually.. I better go otherwise i'll be late.." she frowned-turning off her monitor; and walking off in a sulk.
Owen smirked " What!" He rolled his eyes up and sat down. " Hurry up Ianto, I'm starving.."
Ianto frowned " Right then, I'll pick it up myself. Shall i?"
Owen nodded " Oh, Please? Would you..." he smiled sweetly whilst giving him a nice cheesy look.
" Fine then. This wont become a regular thing though!" Ianto bit his lip- whilst grabbing his coat and walking over to the cog wheeled door and out of the HUB. Owen waited for a moment- He pounced up, over to Ianto's drawer.
Ianto had forgotten to lock it, It wasn't like him at all to keep something personal to him unlocked- This gave Owen a simple suggestion that something was on Ianto's mind. And he was only seconds to finding out what.
Owen layed his hand on the handle of the drawer, pulling it towards him. Inside was a colour co-ordinated layout; labels saying 'Alien-tech, Teams forms, Letters, Personal..' Owen smirked at the 'Personal'-red label. He reached into the drawers, then took out the book that Ianto had been rather protective about. Owen closed the drawer and stood up holding the book. He looked at the clock which was sat next to the desk, Then wandered down to Torchwoods cells.