An alarm clock reads 6:03am as its green light flashes on and off: illuminating a small, plain room for no longer than a second before it plunges it back into darkness. Two men lay in each other's arms, silent; one in deep slumber, the other on the brink of waking. It is a small excuse for a bedroom, but it does its job. A modest wardrobe, containing no more than half a dozen items of clothing, takes up almost an entire wall. The only other objects residing in this mysterious room are a single bed, which just about fits the two men's bodies, and a wooden bedside table. An understated light bulb hangs loosely in the corner of the ceiling, though it is rarely used.
The alarm clock now reads 6:04am and the second man's ears suddenly prick up. It is a strange noise, not one he had heard before, but he still considers it important and gently nudges the man asleep next to him while he opens his eyes. The pale blue irises are greeted with a sharp shooting pain as the surprisingly bright green light bids him good morning. He sleepily whispers to his lover, "Jack...Jack that noise? Do you know it?" The other man begrudgingly sits up and stares blankly at nothing in particular as he listens. He gasps as realisation hits him.
Without a single word, Jack jumps up, stands up on the bed and pulls himself through the hatch in the ceiling, all the while his lover is gazing at him in bewilderment. "Ianto! Quickly, follow me..." Ianto does as he's told and runs after the 51st century time agent sprinting towards the invisible lift. "Jack, what an earth are you doing?! It's freezing outside, and we're in boxers!" pants the half naked coffee boy as they reach the concrete block. "Just come on. No time." Jack drags Ianto onto the slab and it levitates, defying gravity, as if by magic. Its stops, and there it is.
Ianto shivers as he stares at the blue police box, wondering how it had gotten there; it certainly wasn't there the night before. Jack takes a step forwards and bangs his fist enthusiastically onto the wood. "Doctor! Doctor!"
"Doctor?" thinks Ianto, "The Doctor?" He shivers again, not from the cold this time but at the thought of his Jack leaving him again, forever. The door swings open to reveal a man; he looks as though he is in his thirties and was wearing a brown pinstripe suit, along with a tall brown coat. "Jack Harkness." The doctor says simply with a smile and a brief hug. Ianto is fixated on this man, this Doctor; he isn't what he had expected at all. He can't stop staring, and thinks it's odd that the doctor hasn't looked at him yet. Ianto feels invisible before he realises he is, he steps off the pavement. "Oh and you are?"
"Jones. Ianto Jones."
Jack smiles as he hears those three familiar words, noticing Ianto wasn't quite as confident saying it this time. It might have had something do to with the amount of skin the Welshman was showing a total stranger. Jack watches as his two favourite men shake hands for the first time, and enjoys the view.