It's one of the first fic I posted in English here, but as I've written more, I re-post it as a stand alone! Nothing new from the last time in this chapter, but the second chapter is new ;)

Prompt Idea: "Wait you were hired to kill that guy too? au"


"That's it. I'd call it a draw," the man said, panting, before lowering his hands. The other man seemed to consider attacking him for a moment but eventually lowered his arms too.

"Okay, so you're well-trained. What's your name?" he eventually asked, trying to catch his breath.

"Does it matter?"

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

"Captain? Of what? I don't see anyone here. Who do you order around? Why would you even do this job if you were in command?"

"God you're always like that? We just fought, I thought you'd be quiet and tired."

"I'm up for round 2!"

"I'm sure we can find another way to do this..."

"What, rock-paper-scissors? I'm Ianto, by the way."

Jack grinned at the sarcasm and, if possible, his smile widened when Ianto introduced himself. They turned as one man to the poor boy who had witnessed not only his own kidnapping but also his kidnapper being attacked by someone else. He had felt so relieved, at first. Then the other had yelled that he was his victim and he wanted to kill him. They had fought for what must have been at least five minutes now and none seemed to win.

Ianto smiled as his eyes sparkled with a light that frightened the poor boy. "I have an idea."


He was right to be afraid. His eyes widened in shock as he listened to the man elaborating his plan and saw Jack nodding. What the hell was happening ?! He had just wanted to go home, he hadn't done anything wrong... He was just a regular man in the most regular city possible... And two assassins were after him.

"So, what? I get his hand, you get the rest?" Jack summed up, once Ianto had finished speaking.

"Well I'm not cutting his hand off! Either that, or we keep figthting. But one of us will have to die."

"Okay. I guess a hand should do it. I came back with less once," Jack smiled to the puzzled look Ianto threw at him. "Long story. I had no choice. It was fun, though! I would tell you over a coffee."

"What?"

"What?"

"... Did you just..." Ianto began, not sure how to end his sentence.

"Ask you out? Yeah. Interested?"

"Well... Ehm... Not that... Ugh... Can we go back to business, please? He's still alive."

"You didn't say no."

"I didn't say yes."

The third man would have laughed at the situation, if he wasn't tied up to a chair and going to die. Because really, were those two assassins who had never met before flirting while he was still very much alive and in the same room ?