A/N:
Sorry, I'm here again with my Janto obsession… They're just too perfect not to write about. Anyway, as I said in the description, this fic is a drabble fic. So far I have like 40 chapters planned out, so I'll be busy with writing them, however please don't hesitate to put requests in the reviews – I'll definitely get round to writing them all at some point. Hope you enjoy! :)
One generic morning, Ianto Jones had entered the Torchwood Hub extra early. He hoped to catch his boss and maybe have a little chat before the others arrived – he figured it was a long shot when he got there and no one was around. Yes, obviously there had been a late night call for a Weevil hunt or something and the team were still out. Ianto must have missed it. And he was early; it was only 5:47am according to the digital clock on his desk.
While he waited for the rest of the team to return, Ianto perched at his computer, typing up some leftover paperwork from their last mission that was still to be logged. That was actually the reason why he was in so early.
"Good old Ianto, always the work-a-holic." Abruptly interrupting the man's tranquil working atmosphere, an American accent that increased Ianto's sense of security bounced around the no longer empty Hub as Captain Jack Harkness entered the room, leaping up the metal mesh stairs two at a time. In his hands he held a large shopping bag.
"Morning, sir. I thought you were on a job with the others." The Welshman commented, trying not to eye up his boss as Jack strolled over to him.
"No of course not, I would have told you." Ianto couldn't help smiling slightly at his boss' remark, however trivial and off-the-cuff it may have seemed. Jack continued oblivious, holding up the bag. "I brought a little something for ya. Thought you might like it." He shoved it into Ianto's arms.
The most beautiful grin spread across the worker's face as he gently opened the bag and noticed what lay inside. It was a brand-new suit: suave pinstripe trousers, jacket and waistcoat as well as a sky-blue satin tie to go with it.
"Oh, Jack, you shouldn't have…" Despite the Welshman's humbleness, he practically glowed with pleasure, his smile lighting up the room.
"Hey. Don't be like that. Just keep the damn thing." Jack beamed back at his colleague, unable to resist Ianto's infectiously good mood.
A thought suddenly occurred to Ianto. "Wait, how on Earth did you manage to buy this suit at this time on a morning? Surely there aren't any shops open yet?"
"Ah, you know me. The lady who owns a certain tailors – beautiful young girl – owed me a favour. Anyway, what does it matter? It's a gift, from me to you. Enjoy it. I want to see you wearing it tomorrow, ya understand?" It was always especially attractive when Jack asserted his authority.
"Yes, sir."