Disclaimer: sadly I don't own Torchwood

Jack POV

It had been a week since the incident with the cyber woman. I had been thinking about what he said.

'I clean up your shit, no questions asked and that's the way you like it. When was the last time you asked me anything about my life?'

Was he right? Come to think of it we did kinda ignore him… just that morning we had all been playing basketball. Not once did any of us even think of asking him to play. We just ignored him.

That was all going to change. Now.

I walked round to his flat and knocked on the door.

He opened it. His eyes were blotted and red, but they still managed to glare at me with fiery hatred. Not that I cared or anything. He had betrayed us. Nearly got us all killed. Why should I care about him?

"What do you want?"

Not a way I liked been spoken to from someone like him. I decided that the best way to do this was to just keep calm, be nice. I was trying to help him not increase his hatred towards me.

"I just want to talk."

"Talk? Talk as in slip retcon in my drink?"

He tried to say it angrily but I could tell he was tired and upset. Trying to get his head round all that had happened. I knew that feeling.

"Let me in Ianto." I said firmly.

"Why should I?"

"I want to help you."

"I don't need your help." He said it with so little emotion that I almost believed him.

"So what? You just mourn for the rest of your life?"

He didn't know what to say to that and I used this to my advantage. I walked past him into his flat. I'd never been here before. It was small, and surprisingly tidy.

"Sorry about the mess."

I would never get this kid!

"Listen," I said, sitting down on his couch and pulling him down with me, "I've been thinking about you said the other day and I've decided that we have been ignoring you… a bit."

He was looking at the floor. I noticed that behind the tears and blotchiness of his eyes there were rings. He obviously hadn't been getting enough sleep.

"But first, let's get you into bed."

He stared at me for a second before realising that I had said just him and not both of us. Although… that doesn't sound too bad…

"But… with you here and…"

"Yes, go on! You look like you haven't slept in ages!"

He was about to argue but I gave him a meaningful look and he turned towards what I assumed was his bedroom in defeat.

When I came in after about ten minutes I noticed he was wearing pyjamas. There go all my ideas! They looked brand new so I assumed he didn't usually wear pyjamas and that this was just because I was here. Fuck him!

I pulled back the covers and gestured for him to get in.

He hesitated and looked at me with strangely.

"Get in," I ordered. Not fiercely, just firmly.

He sighed and got in. If it wasn't for those pyjamas…

It was a double so I sat down on the other side.

"Ok, let's start from the beginning, when's your birthday?"

This was making me realise how little we talked to him!

"19 of August 1983."

"That makes you the youngest right?"

He shrugged. "And?"

"Nothing. So-"

We talked for ages. His life wasn't very interesting until he joined Torchwood 1, and even that wasn't that exciting. Well, not until the battle of Canary Warf that is.

And that's where our relationship started.

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I've just found out that me and Gwen have the same birthday… except mines 20 years later.