Title: You've Got So Far To Go

Author: David Frickin' Tennant

Disclaimer: Okay, honestly. If I owned Jack, Ianto, or anyone from Torchwood, would I really have to write fanfiction to give them the bloody date I wanted them to have? No. So it's kind of obvious that I don't own, so don't sue. xoxo.

Rating: T. It may escalate; we'll just have to see where it goes from here. If it does, I'll warn. Promise.

Summary: Jack Harkness takes Ianto out on that date he asked about.

Note: This is basically canon. All the dialogue you see here is from episode 201 "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang." All the description is my interpretation of their movements. There's obviously some other stuff I put in, but yeah. This chapter is kinda pretty much entirely canon.

Jack Harkness was nearly power walking down the empty corridor. He was followed in silence by Ianto Jones, who kept a steady pace behind as Jack pulled open the doors that led to their destination; though, "yanking" was probably a more accurate word for the way he pulled open the second door.

He slowed his steps as he stood in the doorway and took in the atmosphere of the environment he now found himself in. "Oh, yeah," he mused, meandering his way around desks with computers on top. "Lovin' that office-y feel. I always get excited in these places. To me, they're exotic. Office romances..." He swung his arm around a white pole—which, he presumed, was to aid in holding the building up—and leaned against it. "Photocopying your butt. Well, maybe not your butt; although, as we're here, why don't we photo-"

Ianto, who had taken the liberty of rummaging through papers and other office supplies, didn't want him to finish that sentence."The rift was active," he interjected, placing his hands on a desk and standing from his crouched position, "these coordinates, approximately two hundred feet above ground. That means this floor...or the roof." He made his way around to the other side of the desk and continued to sift through the items strewn across the work area.

The Time Agent straightened slightly, the playfulness induced by his love of offices gone. "...how are you, Ianto?"

Ianto turned to face him, but only for a moment."All the better for having you back, sir," he replied, turning away and walking to the other side of the room to continue his search.

"Can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?" Jack moved away from the pole and shifted awkwardly on his feet. "I mean, while I was away, I...I was thinkin'...maybe we could...y'know, when this is...all done. Dinner. Movie..." The words were coming out in a jumbled mess as he watched the tea boy pace about, putting his hand on his head in slight frustration. Jack's usual calm and secure demeanor was fading quickly, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps, he thought, it's because Ianto looks so good in that pink shirt.

The Welshman stopped and faced Jack. His hands found a place on his hips as he attempted to comprehend what Jack was saying. "Are...you asking me out on a date?" he asked slowly, almost in disbelief the words were even coming from his mouth. Jack wasn't one for romance, after all...

"Interested?" Jack pulled his head back in attempt to force some ounce of confidence out of his body.

"Uh, well...as...long as it's...not in an office." Ianto's words were somewhat choppy and arrhythmic. "Some fetishes should be kept to yourself." He made his way to another desk, almost as though he was trying to avoid further awkwardness.

"Looks like we're gonna hafta go through every drawer, bin, and plant pot!" Jack mused as he slowly advanced toward Ianto, pausing every few steps to admire the ambience of the simple, yet colorful, décor. A quick, nervous chuckle found its way into the air around them.

"Right, okay. I'll do the floor; don't want you gettin' over-excited." Ianto smiled lightly when he looked at Jack, who didn't seem amused by the comment. "You take the roof; you're good on roofs..."

Jack nodded and started toward the door to do as Ianto had asked. It wasn't every day he would take orders from someone else, but given the circumstances they were under at the present time, it seemed best not to ask and just do.

"Jack?" Ianto called. Jack stopped just as he was about to slip out the door. "Why are we h-helping him?"

"He's a reminder of my past; I want him gone." He gave Ianto a look that could be read in a million ways. In this instance, it was the "end of discussion" expression, as Jack wasn't going to reveal more than he absolutely had to.

Ianto had no choice but to accept the explanation as given; he obviously wasn't going to get any more out of the other man.

Hand on the door, Jack made to leave again, but turned around and quietly asked, "By the way, is that a yes?"

"Yes," Ianto replied quickly. He repeated himself, a bit softer, almost like he was trying to convince himself that the entire conversation just happened.

Jack smirked, impressed it had gone over so well. He kept his composure until he was out of Ianto's sight. Once he was sure the other couldn't see, however, he practically skipped down the hall, shaking off the butterflies that were still flying around in the pit of his stomach. Ianto said yes. He said yes! Why had he been so nervous? There was seemingly no reason for him to have been the wreck he felt like inside; he knew Ianto would say yes. If he didn't, well, that just wouldn't be right. What if he had...? Oh but he didn't. And when he said yes—twice, for that matter—it was just the cutest thing, and...

He took a breath and pulled his coat tight around his body. Why he had done that, he wasn't sure, but it seemed to calm the nerves slightly.