Finding A Place

by Fafsernir

[AU] "Do you want to work for me?" His life wasn't exciting, he had no one to go home to, not even friends to spend a good time with. It was just him. And his cat. So maybe he could be crazy once in his life and accept the offer. (currently on hiatus, I have a few more chapters but will wait to see if I can finish the storyline that is opening next chapter before posting)

1. Chapter 1

Okay, yes, another AU, I can't seem to stop, but... well you won't blame me, will you?

It'll be a rather quick beginning to set a few things, and I must admit the two first chapters are just some scenes I wanted to write. The idea comes from a friend, when we watched Season 3 she saw Jack-Rhys-Ianto-Gwen stealing from people and told me to write an AU where that would be their lives. So here I am. Posting while I only have a couple of chapters, just to motivate me to write more ;) I hope you'll enjoy this!

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Ianto cursed as he ran into a street with no exit, looking back to check where the man was behind him. Too close to change his road, clearly. Ianto didn't slow down and ran even faster, evaluating the wall blocking the street. He could make it. Maybe.

As he was about to jump, someone grabbed the bag he was wearing and pulled. Ianto stumbled backward on a few steps but the man holding him helped him on his feet, taking his collar between his hand to shout at his face.

"You fucking thief! You're dead!"

Ianto swallowed hard, looking around to find a solution, but he was tired and the man seemed less out of breath than him, so running in the opposite way - back to another street - was risky, but running in the way he was facing – the wall – was impossible. And he still had to find a way to get away from the man still yelling at his face. Ianto finally looked at him in the eye and smiled, which shut the man's mouth.

"What's so fu-"

Ianto surged forward, headbutting the man violently, and ignored the pain in his forehead, pushing him away to run to the wall. He jumped as high as he could and prayed, catching the edge of the bricks. He lost no time and put an arm on it, then balanced his body on the top, lying on the wall, out of breath. He grinned down at the man and rolled on the other side, landing more or less on his feet on a bin. He petted a cat who was looking at him weirdly and smiled for himself, glad to be getting away, especially because he could hear the man shouting and trying to climb the wall.

He patted the cat on the head one last time and ran again, having caught up his breath and knowing he still had to get as far away as he could to avoid any trouble. He felt the bag bouncing against his hip as he ran, and he wondered what was inside as he chose to take it to run more freely.