Title: Family Affair 1/10

Genre: Torchwood AU
Characters: Names are the same… that's about it!
Rating: K
Spoilers: None, completely AU
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine, that whole RTD/BBC thingy.
Summary: Widowed Jack Harkness is in need of a kid tamer; enter one Jones, Ianto Jones.

A/N: This is my first posting at . I wrote this for my livejournal a while ago and have begun to post my stories here. Hope you enjoy.

Toshiko Sato threw open the door of her employer's elegant brownstone in exasperation; with two rambunctious children close on her heels. "Yes?" she demanded blowing a strand of hair from her eyes.

"Good morning, my name is Jones, I've come about the advert," said a handsome young man in his mid twenties and impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit, carrying an oversized carpetbag and the morning post stood on her employer's stoop.

Toshiko frowned, "Advert? I don't know anything about an advert?"

The young man held his paper aloft, "This is the Harkness household isn't it, 114 MiddleTerry Place?"

"Yes, this is the Harkness residence." was the still confused reply.

Ianto smiled reassuringly, "Then I'm here to fill the nanny position. I understand the new term for a male nanny is manny, but I rather find that title repugnant. I prefer child minder."

"But, but, we've not put out an advert." Tosh babbled; backing into the foyer as Ianto stepped forward.

"It's right here in this morning's paper." Ianto offered the paper for Tosh to read.

"Wanted, nanny, caring, intelligent and fair minded, organized and disciplined." Tosh read aloud.

"Oi! That's not what we wrote!" the outburst came from behind Tosh, where stood an indignant thirteen year old boy, scruffy and thin, and beside him a little girl with enormous eyes and a missing front tooth.

"YOU? Tosh exclaimed. "Are you telling me you two hellions put an advert in the paper without your father knowing?

The boy looked down ashamed and mumbled.

"What is that Owen? I didn't hear you." Tosh's words still angry. "Gwen? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Was his idea." was the surly reply from the young girl.

Tosh glared at the children and then turned to Ianto, "I'm very sorry Mr. Jones; it seems there was a misunderstanding."

"Regardless of who posted the advert, I believe you are definitely in need of some child care services." Ianto replied.

"Yeah but that's not what we posted, we don't want some git in a suit." Owen stuck out his lower lip stubbornly.

"Owen! Mind your manners!" Tosh reprimanded.

"Ms. Sato, perhaps I could speak with Mr. Harkness." Ianto asked.

Tosh's brow furrowed, she couldn't recall giving her name. "I'm not sure…"

At that moment, the whirlwind known as Jack Harkness emerged from his study carrying a handful of files and looking rather distracted, "Tosh? Where have you gotten to? We need to go over the new merger structure…" his sentence trailed off as he realized there was a stranger in his house.

His confused look turned to one of interest as he eyed Ianto, "Well hello there, Jack Harkness," thrusting out his hand in greeting, "and who might you be?"

"Daaaaadd!" Gwen cried in mortification.

"What? I'm just saying hello? What's wrong with hello?"

Ianto blushed just slightly as he clasped Jack's hand, "Jones, Ianto Jones, I'm your new child minder."

"Child minder? A nanny! Tosh that's a brilliant idea! Why didn't you think of it sooner?" Jack enthusiastically declared, turning back to Ianto and eyeing his bag, "Please tell me it's a live in?"

Owen groaned and hid his face in his hands. "No no no no, this is not going the way I planned!"

"This was your idea sport?" Jack asked his son, his American accent booming. "I would have thought you'd outgrown babysitters."

"He wanted a girl." Gwen teased.

"Shut it!" her brother shouted.

"I'll shut you! You big meanie!" the young girl's voice reached a volume that caused the adults to cringe.

"It's quite a shame that you don't know how to treat girls properly then young Master Owen." Ianto's quiet voice cut through the children's squabbling.

"And you do?" Jack inquired flirtatiously, fishing for information.

"Proper manners are for everyone Sir." Ianto replied noncommittally, turning to Tosh, "Ms. Sato, could you show me to my quarters? I'm certain as Mr. Harkness' personal assistant you have much more important things to do than stand around in the foyer."

As they passed in the hall Jack attempted to crowd Ianto, but the younger man smoothly sidestepped. Coming close to Owen, Ianto handed the boy his paper. "For future reference, "must have big knockers" is not proper for an advert."

Owen stood openmouthed and he looked down at the paper to see it revealed the original wording of his listing, and not the advert read by Tosh.

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tbc…