A/N: Hi, it's been a while since I posted anything but here is a short, first chapter to see if you like it. I will post more if people think it's worth it. If I continue then it will become clear why it is M rated, though if I dont continue I will change the rating down (if I remember).

Everything in italics is Ianto thinking.

This takes place at just before Series 2, but KKBB never happened and Captain John never visited our little team. --- (I say 'our' little team, really they don't belong to me at all, it's just a useless fantasy of my life. They belong to RTD and the BBC)

Enjoy!

Ianto sat in the back of the SUV. He was thinking. He usually thought when he had moments like this, in the backseat of a High-tech Range Rover in pursuit of a Blowfish driving a sports car.

Well he thought to himself there could have been worse moments…

As it happened, during this particular moment, Ianto was thinking about coffee. Conversations and questions from his team mates occasionally interrupted his thoughts but he answered them as if his mind was one hundred percent there, with them, in the SUV. But it wasn't, Ianto rarely thought about present surroundings and there was a simple reason. Jack wasn't there. Jack had left, months ago, leaving them all to suffer, particularly Ianto. Ianto's own suffering never left his mind, and that is why he was thinking about coffee, while in pursuit of a Blowfish.

Coffee, endless coffee. Everyday, coffee. There's nothing else left for me now. Nothing to fill my life. The others have been kind, now Jack's gone we've all become closer, filling the gap he left behind.

No one knows I'm not alright, none of them know what I feel. None of them think anything other that what I have conjured about myself. At work I am cheerful, I go about everything with a smile or a laugh. But then I get a moment to myself, making the coffee. All of this endless coffee. It alone knows my tears that fall into its murky depths.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, all thinking stopped as the SUV slid to a halt and everyone jumped out and pelted into a house. Ianto followed, on autopilot, he couldn't think while so much was going on.

'Ianto, take centre!' The Welshman heard Owens order and obeyed without thinking. Gun in his hand he let the words being exchanged wash over him and he tried to decide whether or not to start thinking again, he couldn't risk emotions in this situation could he?

All of a sudden, there was a shot from behind, Ianto turned – and his brain went into overdrive.

… I know he loved me, he told me so. I know he left but surely he had a good reason. On the plus side, he's back! Finally I can hold him again, tell him again what I feel and what I think…

Their gaze met, wafts of smoke from the gunfire misting between their eyes but not obscuring them. After seconds, but felt like hours, Ianto could hold back no more. This was his moment, so like a fairytale, so romantic. Ianto walked up to Jack and pulled him into a great hug, drawing him as close as possible so as to never loose him again.

Jack let out a strangled 'Hi guys, how's things?' before turning his head with 'Woah big fella, calm down, I'm not gonna leave straight away you know.' In the short space of time it took to say this, however, his face had turned an odd shade of purple.

Ianto lifted his lips to the ear of his Captain, this is it he thought to himself, and he spoke.

'You came back. You are the most perfect person I could ever hope for. I love you, always.'

Jack pulled back from the hug and laughed. 'Mate, that was… Random…'

A/N: So, should I continue? Please review and let me know what you think.