Author's Note: This is my first Torchwood fanfic. You will find them slightly OOC because well.. it's an AU fic, and they're all seventeen or eighteen - retarded teenagers. This is Janto. I don't know how far I'll end up going as to writing sex, but I may try it later on in the fic if I make it that far. If you don't like homosexuals, then well...this isn't your fic and why are you reading this?

Summary: Two students - both in different levels of society; one a high-classed, wealthy, sporty boy named Jack Harkness and the other an low-classes, orphaned, nerdy boy named Ianto Jones. What happens when something brings these two together and sparks start to fly - well, with one of the two. Ianto's just trying to survive high school, and Jack doesn't seem to want to let him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. All belong to BBC and RTD.


Torchwood Institute - a well-know, very well-educated high school located in the most southern parts of Cardiff, Wales. The grades run from nineth to twelth. The institute runs a few couple miles long with its own campus, dormitories, market, swimming pool, lake, park, gym, theater, and much more. The whole place is cut off from society, only letting the students leave once summer starts, and are required back a week before school begins again.

Most students are entered into this school because one of three reasons: one: their parents don't want them around; two: they wanted to get away from their parents; or three: they have no where else to go.

Thirteen year old Ianto Jones glanced up at the place that would be his home until he turned eighteen. For the next four years of his life, this would be his home. He'd had many of homes over the last six years of his life since his real parents passed away when he was seven. His father had killed his mother, then himself, right infront of him. He had no siblings, no aunts or uncles, no cousins. He was put up for adoption, jumping from home to home - each one only seemed to get worse and worse for the young Welsh boy.

When he turned thirteen, the forest care agency sent him here - to Torchwood Institute with the money his parents had left him. It wasn't much what they'd left with his mother being a stay-home-mother and his father a tailor, but it would put him through all four years at Torchwood Institue. Ianto was getting him away from the people out there... His old homes. He guessed it would be a much better home than all the other places he'd been too, but then again, what did know for sure?

As the days went on in his first year at the school, Ianto had decided to stay back and out of sight. He chose to blend into the shadows, not make any friends, and focus on studying. He planned on majoring in multipul subects so that way he could keep his job options open. He was great in Mathmatics, Sciences, English Literature, and History. By the time he was seventeen and in twelth grade, he had enough credits to grauate and more, and he could speak fluently in a couple different languages.

He had grown to get a friend - Toshiko Sato - in his junior year of Torchwood Institute; she coming here because her parents wanted to move back to Japan where they came from. Instaed of following her parents, she got them to inroll her into the Torchwood Institute. She too focused on her work rather than partying and hanging out with friends. She was a very brilitant girl with her dark, yellow skin; long, brown hair and bangs that fell just over her eyes; dark, brown eyes; thick-rimmed glasses; and she stood at five foot five - four inches shorter than Ianto.

The two were the top of their class - both beating each other in different classes.

Being the top of their classes came with some...casualities. The casual jock or upper classmen bumping into them, pushing them, calling them names, tieing them to the loo - well, that had only happened to Ianto and that happened only once - and many more activities that happened frequently. And, to add to that, it was as if the jocks and other people didn't known their names; it was 'dork' 'nerd' 'loser' 'jones' 'sato' but never their first names. Ianto joked with Tosh, as he learned to call her, sometimes about how they were too stupid to remember their frist names.

Ianto never thought his high school years could get worse. That was, until Jack Harkness showed up the second week of his senior year.


A/N: Love it? Like it? Hate it? Tell me what you think. Should I continue? This is only the prologue!!! R&R!!