Part 1

It wasn't planned.
Any of it.
I mean, it wasn't something that I'd ever thought would happen to me, but when you're in love, and that person needs your help, well...you'd be surprised the lengths you'd go to, to help them. Move heaven and earth? Yes, I would have, if it had worked.
Where to begin...
Canary Wharf took us all by surprise that fateful day. But it was over so quickly, with devastating consequences...all of my friends, colleagues...Lisa, either dead, converted or on the point of conversion. It was a terrible sight. The screaming. The smell of burning flesh. Disguarded body parts. Blood was every where...I can't begin to describe the horror and carnage of that day.
I managed to get away from them...the Cybermen. Burnt, but alive, I began to search for my beloved Lisa. I knew which room they'd taken her to and prayed that I was in time to save her. But it wasn't to be... she was already on the conversion table, the death machine as I'd named it, adding metal plates to her beautiful body..
'My Lisa...gone! No!'
But something happened part way through the conversion and the machine suddenly stopped. That was my queue to save her. To get us both the hell out of there to a place of safety. Our flat. Well, the garage, actually. It was at the end of an alleyway and no one came that way.
Lisa was out of it most of the time, but she told me...or the Cyber part of her...how to build a conversions table that would keep her alive until I found some way of helping her.
I remembered reading about Torchwood Three when I was in the archives at Canary Wharf. Captain Jack Harkness ran it. His way, I'm told. If I could get into the place, I might be able to help Lisa.
I remember when I was getting bits from what was left of Torchwood One, seeing two men, one in a long coat, going through the rubble, taking things and then driving away. 'Jack Harkness himself' I thought. 'Must be important stuff they're taking'
A week later, after my burns had healed enough to move Lisa again, I moved us to Cardiff and found a quiet area where there was a flat with a basement. Perfect for Lisa and the table. My next job, to find Captain 'I do it my way' Harkness and follow him for a few weeks. Find out where Torchwood was based in Cardiff... get myself a job in there and move Lisa in. That as the plan any way. It didn't quite work out that way.
I followed the Captain to a park, the second week of following him. A Weevil jumped out of nowhere and attacked him. It seemed to have the upper hand so, I dove right in to help him out. I picked up a branch and clobbered it. The Captain had a chunk taken out of his neck and it was bleeding...then it wasn't! It had miraculously healed itself! How strange...
I introduced myself and he to me. We shook hands. He thanked me. There was something about him...I watched him leave and I remarked on his coat, of all things! What was I thinking? At that moment, I don't think I was thinking about anything but him.
When I got back to Lisa, I was still thinking about him. I was tending to her needs and all I could see was his incredibly handsome features.
'God! What the fuck! He's a man for Christ's sake! What the fuck is wrong with me?'
The next day, I was outside the tourist office, holding a cup of coffee that I'd made - I was renowned for my coffee at Torchwood One - when the Captain appeared from the office. I handed it to him. He seemed to like it. But I still didn't get the job. That night I followed him and stood in waiting, as he drove along the street. He was less than impressed, I can tell you. He threatened to run over me if I didn't move out of the way. He even suggested I leave Cardiff. That's when I told him about the leather bird. After that night, I was in. But not before I'd almost snogged him!
'Christ! Snap the fuck out of it!'
From then on, I tried to keep it as professional as possible. It was really hard - in more ways than one - believe me. Those 51st Century pheromones were driving me crazy! I tried not to openly flirt with him, but I failed miserably. I wanted him in the worst way, and I thought he wanted me. Maybe he did, but for what? The office shag. A warm body? Whatever it was, I wanted to find out. No, needed was more like it.
By the second month of working at Torchwood Three, I wanted him so bad, I could taste him! I wanted to be in his bed and it made me feel such a traitor! There was Lisa, through no fault of her own, shackled in the bowels of the Hub and I was lusting after the Captain.
But I was to get my chance...
I was working late one night, after I'd seen to Lisa. Jack came out of his office dressed in trousers and t shirt, looking so fucking hot!
"You shouldn't be here," he told me.
"Neither should you," I replied, looking down at my clipboard.
I walked over to a computer, pressed a few buttons and just stared at the screen. I could feel him move up behind me. Felt his hand on my shoulder, warm...inviting. I looked at his hand, then into eyes so deep, so blue, I swear I could lose myself in them forever.
"W-weird weather patterns," I told him.
'God, I wish he'd take me right here!'
Jack sighed. "You better head home."
How disappointed was I to hear that!
I tried to smile. "Too much to do." I moved a step away. "Need to get on."
His hands...beautiful hands, went to my waist. I sighed aloud. I could almost see the smile on his face, even though my back was to him.
"I-I want you," I whispered.
His hands caressed my arse. "I was hoping you'd say that."
'Smooth talking bastard!'
His hands moved around to undo my belt and pull my zipper down, over my now erect penis. I closed my eyes as he began to drawer my trousers down over my hips.
"You really want this?" he asked.
"Y-yes."
He caressed my hips, them put one hand inside my boxers, running it over each cheek.
"P-please," I managed.
He laughed, pushing my boxers down to join my trousers around my ankles.

TBC