A/N : Oh yeah it's the sequel to 'Torchwood High' people! You don't really have to read that first, you can pick up on the past as it goes. I'm sorry it took so long, so much work since I've been back at school. :( Not sure how often I can update, what with school and stuff.

Enjoy (please) :)

"Yes I got the invitation… Owen it's your wedding of course I'm going to go… I'll get the time off, but I have to go now, a master tailor's work is never done… Okay bye," Ianto Jones hung up the phone before throwing it onto the couch and exiting the small flat. He had lost contact with his old best friends for a while but when Owen Harper had called him saying he'd heard Ianto was a damn good tailor and he was in need of a suit for his wedding the two friends began talking again. Ianto was slightly shocked to find that Owen and Toshiko Sato were still quite good friends.

Owen had arranged to meet his old school friends at the pub one Friday night. By the time Gwen Cooper had arrived the others had already found a table and had ordered drinks, including a beer waiting for her.

"Sorry I'm a little late, another bar fight, sometimes I hate being a police officer," Gwen moaned as she sat down with her friends, "Owen did you manage to organise another brain scan for Katie?"

"Nope," he took a sip of beer before continuing, "The twats at the hospital won't listen to me. They still think it's early onset Alzheimer's."

"And you don't?" Toshiko asked.

"'Earliest in history'. There's got to be something they're missing. Anyway, I trust you are all coming to the wedding," Owen said, his mood changing in an instant.

"You know I am," Ianto said before he gulped down the rest of his beer.

"Of course I am, I've already got the time off," Gwen added happily.

"Tosh?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Toshiko said quietly. She was happy for Owen and Katie, but she couldn't help feeling a little jealous. She still hadn't completely got over her teenage crush on the man; she supposed it was just because he'd been a good friend to her.

"Have you heard from Jack yet?" Gwen asked casually.

If Ianto had any beer left it probably would be spat out all over the table at that moment, "You invited Jack?"

"Don't you still talk to him?"

"No, we stopped talking a couple of years back. You still talk to him?"

"Yeah, not often, but yeah. Don't worry, I don't think he's coming to the wedding anyway."

"I thought you two were going to stay friends," Tosh said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"We were going to, but we just stopped. He got a new boyfriend and was too busy with him to talk to me. I knew he wouldn't stay interested in me."

"Rhys and I have stayed together. If Jack didn't leave I think you'd still be together," Gwen added.

"Yeah well he did leave, so can we drop it now," Ianto said with his anger creeping into his voice.

After a few more beers Gwen had left to go back to her flat where Rhys would be waiting. Ianto had left soon after leaving Toshiko and Owen behind. He was making his way back to his empty flat. The mention of his old boyfriend got Ianto thinking about his failed relationships and occasional one nightstands over the last ten years. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself, it was summer but it was raining; typical Welsh weather. When he reached his block of flats there was a tall man trying to squeeze himself and two big bags through the door.

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"I'm glad you're coming to my wedding Tosh," Owen said. He was drunk. When Dr Owen Harper got drunk you could tell, he didn't slur his words but there was something in his tone of voice screaming 'I'm drunk!'

"You thought I wouldn't?" Toshiko said a little surprised. She, unlike her friend, had barely touched her first beer.

"What you think matters to me," Owen replied ignoring the question.

"Okay Owen, I think it's about time you went home," she helped the drunken man out of the pub and into her car parked around the corner, "Do you need help getting to your flat?" Toshiko asked after being parked for nearly a minute outside Owen's building.

"What? No I'm fine," Owen mumbled as he opened the car door and leaned out only to be held back.

"Seatbelt."

"I knew that," he unclipped his seatbelt and got out the car. Tosh watched him to make sure he made it into the building before driving back to her own apartment.

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Ianto didn't look up at the man as he stepped past him and held open the door for him. The man finally managed to get through the doors.

"The lift's broken; do you want a hand getting your stuff to your flat?" The man who had his back to him dropped his bags and turned around allowing Ianto to get a good look at his face.

"Ianto?"

"Jack? Wh-What are you doing here?"

"I live here now. You live here as well?"

"Yeah," Well this was awkward; the two men were stuck in an awkward silence, so Ianto repeated his earlier question, "You need a hand?"

"Oh, yeah please," the two men picked up one bag each and Jack led the way up to his flat.

"I would offer you a drink or something but I don't have anything in," Jack said when he and Ianto entered his new flat on the sixth floor of the building, one floor above Ianto.

"It's fine," Ianto said politely, "Anyway I should go, leave you to unpack."

"We should catch up some time," Jack said slightly nervously.

"Yeah, maybe," Ianto said still feeling very awkward before turning to leave.

"Ianto!" He reappeared in the doorway of the living room where Jack was standing, "Thanks."

"If you need anything else I'm just downstairs, flat 5B," Ianto forced a smile before returning to his own flat. On his way out he swore he heard a shout of 'like the suit by the way'.

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Ianto woke up with a start when he heard a loud banging on his flat door, "Yeah I'm coming!" He shouted as he scrambled out of bed, he harshly pulled open the door, "Jack?" He didn't get a reply as familiar lips pressed hard against his.

What do you think will happen? What do you want to happen? Review and tell me.

It won't all be about Jack and Ianto, I've got some plans for Owen and a bit later Tosh as well. Gwen... maybe not so much.