A/N: New story YAAAAYYY! It's not really.. *hangs head in shame.* I started thisss.. pfff, too long ago. I'm hoping you guys (the wonderful people of fanfiction) can tell me which bits you like, which bits you don't and tell me where YOU want the story to go next? It'd be a great help :D

ALSO; people I am currently in love with for making me feel so happy with their (too kind) reviews :D

~ByTheBeautifulSea, whitecrossgirl, pelowskin, StormReaver01, Happy-Go-Girl, Wildfire2, worksomecoffeemagic, cyberianto & rhianastar (sorry if any of those are a typing fail ¬¬)

So yes, this one's for you, Hope everyone enjoys (:

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"Could I lend a stapler?" Silk. Smooth. Deep, rich and- Oh. He was talking to me?

"Y-Yes." Jack squeaked. Ianto Jones accepted the.. 'tool' and sauntered back to his desk, arse looking spectacular in those new tight fitting pants he'd acquired. Sighing, Jack rested his head on his hands, only to feel his elbows slip from beneath him as the paperwork they'd been resting on tumbled to the floor.

"Bugger." Jack growled. As he crouched to pick up the fallen documents, another pair of hands appeared.

"There you go" Ianto said, laughter in his eyes as he handed him the papers.

"Thanks.." Jack mumbled. Smiling, Ianto went back to his desk. I wonder how he'd got here so quick. Maybe he's like Spiderman and he sensed it. Or maybe he can fly like Superman or maybe he's like Batman and used a grappling hook to swing his way over just in time.

"He's in the opposite cubical." Gwen droned, looking bored. Jack frowned at his best friend of ten years.

"What?" He chuckled, going back to staring at Ianto who was, in fact, about two meters away.

"The reason he helped you. Not superhero.. ness. Just plain old, being two meters away.. ness." Gwen said, deadpan. Jack pouted, deciding to ignore her ridiculous idea that Ianto didn't have superpowers. I mean look at that body! The spidey-suit was so wasted on Toby whatsit.

"Have you ever thought about why you're still working in a cubical like this," she paused to gingerly pick up a coffee stained document, "and not an office that like that," she put down the paper and looked towards the shiny glass panels of their boss, Miss Hartman's, office.

"Because.. I like this cubical." Jack shrugged, pretending to type something on his computer as Ianto glanced over.

"Mmm. And of course that has nothing to do with the fact that someone that is, I will admit, very gorgeous is in the next cubical over." Jack gave Gwen a look of outrage.

"How dare you!" He gasped, feigning hurt as he put a hand over his heart.

"Why would you suggest that.. he is the reason I stay here." He screeched.

"Because it is." Gwen said simply. Jack heaved a sigh. He looked at her through his fringe before logging off his computer.

"Let's go get some lunch."

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Jack smiled slightly as he looked out across the bay. Sat on the stone steps of the oval basin, he and Gwen happily dug into some sandwiches, starbucks at their side.

"You know something Gwen.." Jack began, scrunching up his sandwich wrapper,

"Not until you tell me," Gwen mumbled, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"I think I'm in love with him.." Jack grinned. Gwen rolled her eyes, desperately trying to ignore the painful constricting of her heart at Jack's words.

"I think you're 'in love' with his looks.." She grumbled.

"Who's in love then?" A voice asked. Jack and Gwen simultaneously turned towards it, Jack grinning.

"May I join you?" Ianto asked. Jack nodded and shuffled away from Gwen to make space. Ianto sat himself down and opened his own sandwich.

"So who's in love then?" The Welshman asked again, amusement clear in his voice.

"GWEN!" Jack barked suddenly, grinning nervously. Ianto simply raised an eyebrow, taking a bite from his ham roll.

"With.." Jack paused. "Rhys."

"RHYS?" Ellie squeaked.

"Rhys." Jack said, "my step-brother Rhys." Gwen glared at Jack until Ianto turned to her, her face quickly switching to a picture of innocence.

"Awh, that's wonderful! Have you told him?" He asked, "Ah, sorry. It's none of my business." He quickly added, blushing slightly. He's so cute when he's blushing.. Jack shook himself, none of that! Standing up, Ianto smiled at the pair of them.

"Well, I'd better get back, lots of paper work. Thank you letting me join you." As soon as the spectacular arse of Ianto Jones was out of earshot, Jack squealed loudly.

"OH MY GOD GWEN HE CAME OVER AND SPOKE TO ME!" Gwen clutched her ears.

"Yea, I noticed!" She laughed. Jack failed to spot the scowl she had back in place when he looked away though.

"Jack.. can we.. talk?

"We are talking." Jack grinned, taking a sip from his now cold starbucks.

"I mean.. properly." Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, just pop round after work. I'll make us some spag' bol', I mean I know it's not spag' bol' Saturday but-" His words were abruptly cut short. He frowned down at the face close to his. Well, the lips close to his, the lips.. touching his. Pulling away he gaped at Gwen.

"Uhm.."

"Jack, I-"

"I've got to go, I'm erm.. out of pasta." Collecting his things, Jack stood up and strode across the plass, soon disappearing from sight. Gwen sighed.

"Fuck."