So, I'm trying out a Torchwood fanfic. I've just recently fallen in love with the show, and I love IantoxJack. They're so cute together. Anyway, I think this is going to be a huge project that may take some time. Hopefully not too long, because I may have other ideas, and I'm currently working on two other facfics. But if this goes well after a few chapters, this will be my main priority. So, yeah… hope you all enjoy :D
Seventeen year old Ianto Jones was not having a good day. He wasn't having a good month, actually, but this day seemed to suck the most. His boyfriend of two years broke up with him over absolutely nothing. He had just packed up and moved on, metaphorically speaking. They now still had to face each other everyday in class.
Ianto closed the book of poetry he had been reading, and looked out the window. Across the street, a moving van was parked in the driveway of the house Ianto wished he lived in. It had three floors, an attic, a ballroom, a gigantic library, and an indoor swimming pool. He had heard that new people were moving in, but he was jealous of their home, so he pretended he didn't really care.
That is, until he saw the boy who stepped out of the car that was parked next to the curb.
"Hello, who are you?" He asked no one in particular.
He grabbed the binoculars that were sitting on his bedside table and zeroed in on the other boy.
He was about Ianto's age, eighteen at the most. He had short, brown hair, and was dressed slightly odd, in what looked like army surplus clothing. Ianto was just realizing he was actually drooling when the boy turned around and looked up. Ianto jumped back and shut his window's curtains. He was freaked out because the boy had been looking directly at him.
He got up from his bed and headed downstairs, where his mother was making lunch.
"Hello sweetheart."
"Hello mum."
"What are you up to today then? You hanging out with Chris?"
Ianto cringed at the name.
"No, mum, I told you."
Jennifer Jones put her hand to her mouth and rushed over to her son to crush him in a hug.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, that's right. Oh dear, don't worry. He wasn't worth your time anyway."
"Thanks mum." Ianto said breathlessly and sarcastically. He pushed at her slightly, signaling to her that she should really let him go.
"So… have you met the new neighbors?" She asked him, going back to one of her culinary experiments.
"No, they just arrived."
"The mother was here last week setting something up, and we got to talking. She has son just a few months older than you."
"Really? I hadn't noticed." Ianto took a sip from his glass.
"I've decided to invite them over for dinner actually."
Ianto choked slightly on the water, causing it to slosh down his shirt.
"Ah, that's… nice. What exactly are you going to make?"
"Oh, don't worry nothing too bad. Just my famous salmon and trout mac n' cheese."
Ianto sighed with relief. Although it wasn't her best dish, it was one hundred times better than some things she had created in his lifetime.
"So, you are going over to invite them."
"Why me? Why can't Gwen or Tosh do it?"
"Because your sisters are busy. Gwen is with Rhys this weekend."
"Why don't they just move in together already? They've been dating for years now."
"It's none of our business what they're up to young man. And Toshika is at a computer convention with her friends. Now go over there, and invite the Harkness' over for dinner."
"Their last name is Harkness?"
"Yes, and?"
"It's just a little odd, that's all."
"Well, you grew up with a very ordinary name. Please don't judge."
"I'm not, I'm just saying… I'm going. See you soon."
"Bye!"
Ianto closed the door behind him, shivering slightly in the uncharacteristically cold weather. It was only November, but it was already in the late forties. He crossed the street just as the family was coming back out of the house.
"Hello!" Ianto called out kindly. The father, as Ianto assumed, put a box down on the ground and walked over to him, sticking out his hand.
"Hello there, young man. Are you one of our neighbors?"
Ianto shook his hand. "Yeah, I'm Ianto Jones. I live right across the street from you. You must be Mr. Harkness."
"Please, call me Danny. This is my wife, Alice."
Ianto shook her hand, mumbling a greeting shyly. The woman was at least ten years younger than her husband, and was very good looking. But when they looked at each other, the only thing Ianto could see between the two adults was pure love.
"Ianto… such an interesting name. And such an interesting accent."
"Oh, my family is from Wales."
"Fascinating. You been here long?"
"Two years."
"Awesome. That's cool" A boy about fifteen came up to them, wiping dirt off of his hands.
"This is my youngest son, Owen."
"Hey, what's up?" He asked, slapping his hand against Ianto's, and shaking it hard.
"And somewhere is my oldest son. My wife informs me that he is only a few months older than you, according to your mother."
"Yeah, she said that." Ianto smiled at them.
"Jack, where are you?"
"I'm over here." The boy Ianto had been staring at came from behind the moving van, the sun bringing out the green in his beautiful, gorgeous eyes…
"Jack Harkness, future captain of the US Army." Ianto shook his hand, mesmerized by his smile that radiated confidence.
"Jack Andrew Harkness, I've told you, you are not joining the army."
"C'mon mom, he's already dressed like one." Owen punched his older brother's arm playfully.
"From WWII. I think I'm a little late for that war." Jack laughed. Ianto almost fainted, he was so hot.
"Ianto, would you like to come in?"
"Only if you let me help bring in boxes." He smiled warmly, insisting that he wanted to help. He grabbed the box nearest to him, which he realized, with a thrill, was labeled "Jack's room".
"By the way, my mum has invited you all over for dinner."
"Oh, that's great. I was dreading cooking." Alice put down a box of plates onto the kitchen island, sighing slightly from her exhaustion. Danny rubbed her back soothingly as Jack led Ianto upstairs to the third floor.
"Sorry to make you climb all these stairs… Ianto, was it?"
"Yeah. And no problem, I could do with some exercise."
"You calling yourself fat?" Jack asked, smiling back at him.
"No, just not very active." They came to a big wooden door. Jack took a key out of his pocket and slipped it into the keyhole.
"The only way to open the rooms on the third floor." He explained, pushing the door open.
Ianto gaped around at the room that he had just entered. It was twice the size of his room, with a plush bed pushed against the far wall. What caught Ianto's attention, though, was the theme.
"You're a Goth?"
"Oh, no, not really. But I find it beautiful in a fascinating way. The dark theme brings out the trueness of people I believe."
"That's deep." Ianto said, laughing slightly.
"Don't worry, I'm not in any cults or anything. I just like black."
"That's cool. I like red."
"Black and red is a good match." Ianto turned to see Jack smiling at him, his head up in a questioning manner. Ianto coughed and turned to look around the room.
"So, where should I put this?"
Half an hour later, all the boxes were out the van and in their proper room. Ianto plopped down beside Owen, who was sitting on the back steps. He handed Ianto a soda, who gulped it down gratefully.
"So, we're going to your house soon?"
"Yup, soon as your mother gets done."
"That woman does love a good outfit."
"Where are you guys from?"
Owen laughed, much to Ianto's surprise. "What's so funny?"
"We've lived everywhere. India, China, Russia, England, Brazil, Canada… my father even lived in Antarctica for a few months."
"That's really cool."
"Until you're old enough to realize that you will never have any true friends because you move so much."
"Oh… I'm sorry Owen."
He sniffed and smiled wryly at Ianto.
"It's ok." He smiled for real this time. "But if we're lucky, and dad's company is telling the truth, this is the last move for us until I go to college."
"And when I join the Army." Jack sat down next to Ianto, stealing Owen's soda.
"You do realize that that won't happen unless it's over mom's dead body, right?"
"She'll get over it."
"Not if you die." Ianto pointed out. Jack smiled over at him.
"Like that could ever happen."
"Boys, where are you?"
The three stood up and went to the front of the house. Mr. Harkness had obviously changed and was standing in a new shirt, while Mrs. Harkness looked as if she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
"C'mon. Don't want to keep Mrs. Jones waiting."
They crossed the street, Owen telling Ianto how excited he was for the new school year.
"I'm going to be a freshman after all."
"Very exciting."
"You're going to be a senior like Jack, right?"
"Yup. My mom's horrified that I'll be in college next year. She's scared she'll never see me again."
They all laughed as they reached the back door. Ianto opened the door, calling to his mother as they entered the back hallway that led to the main rooms of the first floor.
"Oh, so good to see you again Alice." The two women air kissed each other on the cheeks, something Ianto had never seen his mother do.
"You must be Danny. So nice to meet you." They shook each other's hands and then she turned to Owen and Jack.
"Mum, this is Owen." Ianto said, patting the younger boy on the shoulder. "And this is Jack." He said, gesturing to his future husband (of course, he didn't tell his mother that.)
"Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones."
"Call me Jen, all of you. Please, follow me to the dining room." The family trooped through the hallway, Jack and Owen staring at the pictures that were hanging on the wall.
"Who's this?" Owen asked, pointing to a little Japanese girl playing in a blow-up pool.
"That's my adoptive sister, Toshika. Mom and dad adopted her after I was born. She's your age Owen."
"Where is she?" Jack asked, looking down at Ianto.
"She's at a computer convention/sleepover with some of her friends. She's kind of a computer genius."
"She's kinda hot." Owen said absentmindedly, looking at the most previous picture of Tosh, where she was holding up a blue ribbon, smiling broadly.
"She won first place in the science fair. She was so happy." Ianto smiled proudly up at the picture of his younger sister. He looked up to see Jack looking down at him curiously.
"What?" Ianto asked, his smile vanishing as he swiped a hand over his face to make sure nothing was there.
"You're a cool older brother, that's all."
"And apparently a cool younger brother as well. Who's she?" Owen asked, pointing at a picture of Gwen when she went to prom.
"That's Gwen, my older sister."
"She's not too bad looking either." Owen said.
"She has a boyfriend."
"Of course she does." Owen said, disappointedly. They finally made it the dining room as Jen came out with the food.
Over dinner, Ianto's mother decided it was time to question Jack.
"So, Jack, what do you want to do once you graduate?"
Before Jack could answer, his mother beat him to the punch.
"He wants to join the army, which will not happen." She added sternly, leaning towards him to emphasize her statement.
"The army. Interesting… but what about after that?"
Jack actually looked a little confused by this question.
"I've actually never thought of that."
"It's a good thing to think about. Ianto wants to be a lawyer, don't you son?" Jen said, turning to Ianto, who had a spoonful of mac n' cheese halfway to his mouth.
He nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. Before he could actually say anything, however, his mother cut in again.
"Honey, once these two are done, why don't you show them around so we adults can talk?"
Ianto knew that both Owen and Jack were done while he (a slow eater) was no where near done, but he decided that some time alone (ish) with Jack as better than any food on earth so he pushed his chair back and showed the two upstairs.
"This is my room." Ianto said ten minutes later as the tour came to an end. "Just warning you, it's kinda… fabulous."
"That's cool. You should've seen Jack's room in Japan. He had Hello Kitty everywhere."
"I didn't have it everywhere Owen. Just in a majority of my room…"
"It totally clashed with his 'Goth/Punk' look."
"Hello Kitty is one of the best selling themes at HotTopic thank you very much."
"Why don't you dress Goth?" Ianto asked, looking Jack up and down.
"He doesn't look good in black lipstick."
"Trust me, I've tried it. Now, let's see your room." Jack opened the room, and Owen had to resist snickering.
"I told you." Ianto said sadly.
"No, no, it's awesome. Really." Owen said, putting an arm around Ianto's shoulders. Ianto noticed a flicker of something (jealousy?) in Jack's eyes, but it disappeared instantly.
"I just had to laugh at the Hannah Montana poster."
"That's a present from Tosh. She cried when I didn't jump for joy over it, so I hung it up. But it's right in back of my closet door which I usually keep open, so you can't really see it."
"Besides that, it's nice." Jack flung himself on Ianto's bed, his hands behind his head. Ianto made a mental note never to wash the sheets again.
"I like the green and pink. Good color choice." Jack looked around, smiling. Owen picked up the book of poetry that Ianto had been reading earlier.
"Look Jack. He's a nerd too." Owen tossed the book to Jack. It landed with a thump on his chest. Jack picked it up and read the title.
"This is my favorite book. I love Poe."
"He's one of my favorites too." Ianto said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "What's your favorite poem?"
"The Raven, of course."
Ianto nodded knowingly. He was about to say more when they heard Jack's mother calling to her sons.
"I guess we have to go now. Thanks for everything Ianto. See you tomorrow." Jack said, shaking Ianto's hand and giving him a big grin. Then, before Ianto could say anything, he was gone. Ianto closed his door and jumped onto his bed. He realized that his sheets must smell like Jack, and he took a deep breath, savoring the smell.
"Coffee and… aftershave… beautiful." Ianto closed his eyes, and as the smell of Jack sent him off into dreamland, he knew that Jack and he were meant to be.
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So, this is a long chapter, I know. But I hope its good. I will continue this is people seem to really like it. If not, I will still continue it (probably.) So REVIEW!Thank you.