Hello! I'd like to say that this fic might come across as a bit odd. I had no idea what I was thinking about writing this. I was walking my dog outside in the dark on the street. It was raining. I was in the writing mood and wallah! This fic comes out of it! I have no idea how many chapters I am going to make this but there will be many more! Thanks for reading! Please R&R!

Torchwood does not belong to me. I have rights to none of the characters.


It was supposed to be a normal night. Couldn't they just have one normal night?

Jack groaned as he pulled his lips away from the hot skin of Ianto's neck, the rift alert ringing in his ears. They'd barely even gotten their shirts off. Ianto cursed quiet in Welsh, making Jack smile in spite of his anger. He sighed as he buttoned his shirt, watching as Ianto buttoned his own crimson one and fix his tie and waistcoat. Jack didn't know how the Welshman managed to look so pristine even while his cheeks were flushed with desire.

"Guess we'll have to check it out on our own, huh?" He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. "The cost for sending the others home early."

"Guess so, sir." Ianto gave a flash of a smile, pulling on his suit coat once more.

He can look good even putting on clothes. Jack thought with a grin. Before he could think Ianto was helping him with his greatcoat.

"Thanks." He turned around, adjusting the coat, then pecked Ianto's lips. Ianto's eyes widened slightly in pleasant surprise. "What?" Jack huffed a laugh as he was fixing his weebly into the holster on his belt.

"Nothing." Ianto shrugged, gathering his own weapon. "Let's go."

Twenty minutes later, they were parked outside a closed international bank.

"The activity seems to have come from in there. Unusual." Ianto said, glancing out of the window at the half lit building.

Jack hummed in agreement. "Right. Let's not go in guns blazing. I'll take the front entrance. You take the back. Keep your comm on at all times." He ordered as they climbed out of the SUV.

Ianto followed orders without question, clicking on his comm before he left Jack's line of sight and crept around back. He had the door open in less than two minutes and slowly entered, climbing up the staircase to the fifth floor where the activity had come from. He entered a large meeting room. Jack was nowhere to be seen yet so he looked around cautiously. It seemed empty until he noticed a small circular device sitting on the table. He leaned over curiously to examine it.

"Jack, you there?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, Ianto. I'm in the lower levels. Find anything?"

"Yeah, it's not much. I'm on the fifth floor. There's no life forms here but I've found a small device. It's got a small red button on the top. Looks harmless." Ianto described, peering closer at the device.

"Don't touch it yet, Ianto. I'll be up momentarily." Jack said.

"Got it, Jack." Ianto said, keeping his gun pointed up as he glanced around again. Making sure there was no threat, he looked back down at the device and he was surprised at what he saw. The red button was now changing colors at a languid pace. It was almost mesmerizing. He glanced around once more before he reached down tentatively and stroked his fingers over the light. He wasn't expecting the sharp pain that jolted up his arm and through his body.

Ianto yelped in shock and saw the world rush up to meet him. It seemed like he was caught though, and he was standing. He felt like he was standing at least. But everything was now at knee level and his vision now seemed much more detailed, though he could only see shades of grey and vivid shades of blue.

He felt a whimper in his throat that came out without control. Then a deep bark that echoed through the room. He couldn't help but think how similar it sounded to a dog. But it had come from his own throat. That resounding bark had come from him.