New story from me, hope you like it! ^_^

I usually much prefer Jack being a good, loving boy, but a different Jack is required. Don't worry despite it's rough beginnings, it will turn out all right. Just stick with me!

Warnings: Swearing, Adult themes

I only own my ideas

Enjoy!

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He never said good bye, he didn't bother. Did Jack even know? Did he care? Did it matter anymore? His family had died in a car accident, had Jack cared enough to give him time off for their funeral? Cared enough to be gentle that night? It still hurt to sit. Gwen and Tosh pitied him, smothered him with their love and care. Owen was still an ass, upset at being shot. What did he care, unless the coffee was even a second late? Well suck on this Harper!

Wait, maybe he had said goodbye… It was fleeting. Just a casual 'oh hey, gonna go jump in the rift now'. Jack had just waived him off. Seemed like the only time he rated in the Captain's world was when Jones deep throat-ed the older man's cock or was ass up over Jack's desk. He swallowed another pull of scotch, pouring a little to the ground with a giggle.

Jones glared at the bottle as he strapped the bomb to his chest. It was the good stuff. Jack's favorite and hell of expensive to boot. He took another swig. He wished he could see their faces when they realized. The research had been left in plain sight. They didn't care, no one cared, not even Tosh, not after Mary.

Time ticked away, a glaring, garish number on his chest. No turning back now, there was nothing left for him anyway. He was a bed warmer and most of the time he wasn't even that. What Jack wanted didn't usually require a bed. He swore he heard Jack calling and looked around. It was in his ear, he'd left the blue tooth in.

"Hey Yan, feeling frisky, where are you?"

"Sorry sir, had to step out for a bit."

"Oh, well no big, my hand it is then."

He rolled his eyes. It was now or never. "Is that all I am sir? Was Owen right? Do you…you feel anything for me?" Ianto slurred.

"Are you drunk?"

"You have good scotch, sir"

Jack cursed in another language. "Little boy, do you have any idea how much that cost."

"You must be angry to insult my age, but the better question is, do I care?" Jones snarked and burped. "Nope, can't say I do." He laughed, taking another swig. "Aww, it's gone."

"You drank all of it!" Jack yelped.

"Not that stupid, sir. The ground was quite thirsty."

"You are just asking for a blackened hide aren't you boy?"

"Not really, just seemed like a good way to give you the metaphorical finger before I say ado to this bullocks world."

"Yan? What…what are you saying?"

"Oh, now you care. Sorry your coffee and sex on tap status has been revoked." Ianto snorted. "Anything to say, say it now. You have…blimey 3 minutes."

"I couldn't be what you deserve, you knew that."

"No Jack! You don't get to make this about you, God you are such a wanker. I should have seen it." Jones threw the bottle, then the earpiece. He walked proudly to his death. Fuck Torchwood, have fun with no rift.

The pain of the explosion was unimaginable. Then Ianto Jones knew nothing.

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Short prologue, the next chapters will be longer. I'd love to know what you all think.

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