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In The Beginning…. My Love Story

By Captain Jack Harkness

Where to begin my love story, and, believe me, it is a love story, with dating, kissing and all the other things that lovers do. Well, nearly all. I just wasn't quite sure how the person I loved, felt about me. Not at first. But, that's all part of it, right? The dating, wooing, the whole scene.

This is no ordinary love story. Read on, you'll understand what I mean.

I should start at the very beginning, I suppose.

I got most of the information from various members of the team, from snippets I'd heard. From CCTV footage, or from my lover. You also have to understand that the jobs we went on have been condensed. I would have to fill hundreds of pages otherwise. I have just concentrated on my lover and I.

So, here goes.

My name is Captain Jack Harkness. I am part of Torchwood 3, based in Cardiff. There is a Rift running through here in time and space. Our job is to maintain the balance between Earth and the outside worlds. In a nutshell, we keep aliens out! Keep Earth safe, from alien invasion. And we do a pretty damn good job, too, if I do say so myself.

We make sure nothing comes through from other universes. If they do, we're the mope-up crew. The fix-it guys. The people to go to. We're outside the Government. Beyond the police. Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race. The 21st Century is when it all changes and we've got to be ready.

This is my story of how I, an immortal, from another time and space, fell in love with a mortal.

We usually worked as a team, but I remember one evening, I was in a local park in Cardiff, trying to apprehend a Weevil. [they are aliens who live in the sewers, most cities have them] Anyway, I had everything under control.

Yeah, right!

The Weevil was on top of me, he bit my neck and then started pummelling my body good. Next thing I know, he's being clobbered from behind. There's this skinny, young guy hitting it with a tree branch. He got the Weevil off me, and onto him. I got the Weevil off him and managed to get it to the ground. I got out my Weevil spray, sprayed it in the eyes and put a bag over it's head. the Weevil was asleep. It was out for the count.

I stood up.

"Thanks," he said, leaning his hand against a tree, blood coming from a graze on his forehead.

"No. Thank you. And you are?"

"Jones. Ianto Jones."

"Nice to meet you, Jones. Ianto Jones. Cap'n Jack Harkness"

We shook hands.

Wow, what a hand. Firm grip, too.

I digress.

"Luck escape." Ianto said.

"I had it under control."

"You think so? Looked pretty vicious." He took a few steps towards me.

I moved back.

"Your, mm a... you were bleeding."

"I've had worse from shaving." I smiled.

"Looked like a Weevil to me."

I eyed him suspiciously.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He knew what a Weevil was.

"I'll take 'im from here." I said

I hauled the Weevil over my shoulder

"Thanks for the assistance."

"Any time. By the way" He called after me. "Love the coat."

Shaking my head, I took the Weevil back to the Hub and put him in a cell.

I actually live there, at the Hub. I have a bunker style bedroom there, under my office. It makes me feel right at home. No nightlife for me. Unless it's watching the numerous screens we have for tracking Rift activity. I spend most of my nights alone.

The Rift is situated over Cardiff. Aliens find their way through it to us.

Us being, Suzie, Owen, Toshiko and myself.

We do our best to send them back. Or confine them at Torchwood, in cells.

Next morning, I left through our cover office at Cardiff Bay, the Tourist Information Centre. Imagine my surprise at seeing Ianto Jones outside.

"Morning."

He held out a cup out to me.

"Coffee?"

Taking it, I took a sip. Pure nectar. Coffee how it should taste

"Wow."

"I wanna work for you."

"Sorry, no vacancies."

"Look, let me tell you about myself."

"Ianto Jones born August 19th 1983. Able student, but not exceptional." I began to walk away. "One minor conviction for shop lifting in your teens. Number of temporary jobs. Mainly a drifter, until two years ago you joined the Torchwood Institute in London. Junior researcher, girlfriend Lisa Hallett."

"Deceased."

"Sorry."

I walk away.

He followed me. Walked in front of me, stopping me.

"Look, you checked me out."

"You knew what a Weevil was. Thought I was gonna have to come deal with you."

"But instead you could see I had the right qualifications for the job."

"There is no job. We're nothing to do with Torchwood London. I severed all links."

I moved off again He stopped me by putting a hand against my chest. I moved it off with my fingertips.

That hand was so warm.

Get a grip, Harkness.

"Yet, when it burnt, two members of your team scavenged the ruins."

"Don't want the equipment getting into the wrong hands."

"And you're the right hands, are you? Trial period, three months"

"No!"

"Three weeks, three days. Let me prove myself to you. I'll work for nothing."

"No."

"I saw what they did at Canary Wharf!"

That hand on my chest again.

"What am I supposed to do with those memories?"

"You are not my responsibility, and we're not hiring."

"Same time tomorrow, then?"

I started to walk away from Ianto Jones.

"There is no job for you here, and there never will be."

"I really like that coat." He called after me.

I raised an eyebrow. He has taste.

That night, I was out checking on something that had happened in the area. I can't remember exactly what it was. But I was alone. I was driving along, talking to the rest of the guys still in the Hub and there in the middle of the road in front of me was, yep, Ianto Jones.

It was raining, too, but there he was, in the road anyway. Fool.

I'll give him this, he's persistent.

Getting out of the SUV, I went to challenge him. He stood fast. Arrogant son-of-a-bitch.

"Arh. Okay this has to stop!"

"No, listen to me…"

"I don't have time for this. Look, I don't care what your problem is, I want you out of the city by sunrise. There is no place for you here. Go back to London. Find yourself another life. Keep stalking me, I'll wipe your memory."

I put on my tough face.

"No, but the thing is, if…."

"Look, any conversation between us, no matter what the subject, is over. Finished. Done. Forever. I'm gettin' back behind the wheel of that car." I pointed to the SUV. "If you're still standing in the road, I'm gonna drive through you." I started to walk back towards the car.

"So you're not gonna help me catch this Pterodactyl, then?"

Now, he had my attention.

We drove to a warehouse. Once inside an outer room, I took my equipment out for capturing the bird. Not the right equipment, though, according to Ianto Jones, that is.

"Okay, that is the only special equipment you've got?" Ianto pointed to the rather large syringe.

"Yeah, cos I keep Dinosaur nets in the back of the SUV."

Was I joking? Cause.

"Well, Torchwood London would have."

I gave him one of my best stares.

We went into the warehouse. The Pterodactyl was flying around inside.

What a beauty.

We went through a door leading from another room, to where it was. It flew straight towards us. Ianto pushed me back through the door.

"No." said Ianto.

We exited again, pretty sharpish. Avoiding being ripped to pieces. We stayed the other side of the door, our backs against it.

"How'd you find it?" I asked

"Rift activity locator."

"Torchwood London."

"See, quality kit." He beamed.

The bird was squawking and flying around.

"Arh, it's quite excitable."

"Must be your aftershave."

"Never wear any."

"You smell like that naturally?" Ianto looked surprised.

"51st century pheromones. You people have no idea. Ready for another go?"

"I'm game if you are."

"Three, two, one…."

We went back inside the warehouse. Trying not to scare the bird.

"Split up."

We went in opposite directions.

"Arh. We're not gonna harm you. You can't stay here." I said to the Pterodactyl. "Come back with me. I've got somewhere nice and big where you can fly around."

"Okay, so you let the Pterodactyl in, and not me."

"We need a guard dog." I told him.

"I could be that. Like a receptionist. Building maintenance. Food and drink. Dry cleaning, even. That coat of yours must take a battering. Like a butler. I could be a butler."

"We don't need a butler."

"Excuse me. Dried egg on your collar." He pointed out.

I shrugged him off.

"It was a busy week."

"What exactly is your plan?"

He grabbed me. I pulled away.

"I'm gonna be the decoy."

"And it will rip you to shreds."

"Dinosaurs?" I laughed. "Had 'em for breakfast. Had to. Only source of pre-cooked food protein after the asteroid crashed."

Ianto gave me a strange look.

"Long story." I changed the subject quickly, "Here you go." I offered him the syringe. "One injection to the central nervous cortex. I'll keep it occupied. Move."

"No."

"What?"

He handed back the syringe. "It knows me. I'll be a better decoy."

"It'll be too dangerous."

"No. I've got a secret weapon." He took something from his inside jacket pocket. "Chocolate. Preferably dark." Ianto moved off, whistling as he went. "Got your favourite. Yeah," he said. Still whistling. He threw the chocolate. "It's good for your ceratonin levels. If you've got ceratonin levels."

Just as I was gonna sneak up and plunge the syringe into big bird, she spied me. She walked towards me. I grabbed hold of her leg and we took off flying round the warehouse.

"Ianto!"

After a few seconds, I started to enjoy myself. I managed to inject her, then I let go.

Ianto caught me. Strong, safe arms. Yes!

As the drug took effect, the bird came down almost on top of us. Ianto moved us out of the way. He ended up on top of me. At first, we were laughing. Then, we stopped laughing, and just looked at each other. Maybe we felt something then. I know I did. I had this urge to kiss him.

"I should go," he said. He got up and started walking away.

"Hey, report for work first thing tomorrow."

I watched him walk away.

"Like the suit, by the way."

I watched until he was out of the warehouse. My heart was beating fast, and it wasn't from excursion.

I didn't notice that he had tears in his eyes. But not because he got the job. I'd find out the real reason later.

And that's how Ianto Jones became part of Torchwood, and my life. Ithought of our first encounter, every time I saw the Pterodactyl.

Myfanwye.

Bless.

I love this meeting of two hearts