As over-used as the concept it, here is my take on Torchwood teens! Ok, some of the characterisation is waayyy out, but then again I never was fond of Gwen =/ Anyway, many of the up and coming scenarios will probably be things my friends and I have said/done so the humour will be somewhat odd...
Anyway, I own nothing, if I did... well that's a story for another time!
(although I'm learning, this is the only obligatory fan-welsh you'll be getting from me! )
mwynhau! =)
The day started at five O'clock, stomach so tense with anxiety it made sleep impossible. Instead he got up and set about making himself a coffee, caffeine addict that he was. By six he was standing nervous in the shower, terrified of what the coming day would bring. His first day.
At sixteen, he was somewhat old to be starting a new school, and the thought of doing so without his sister was... odd to say the least. Shaking off the, quite frankly, terrifying thoughts he set about dressing himself. Herein comes the uniform, crisp and clean and new.
Ianto Jones stood infront of his full length mirror, assessing each item of clothing with sharp scrutiny. The trousers, black with a slight turn-up at the bottom, just the right length. The shirt, pulling his sleeves down and buttoning them to hide the bruises that stood out dark around his wrists. The tie, at this he gave a slight smirk, he was always strangely fond of ties. Stepping into his brogues, he ran a sceptical eye over the finished picture, bar the jacket, and found things worked. His uniform fitted him perfectly instead of hanging off his average frame as so many of his clothes did these days. He ran a hand though his immaculate, dark hair, breathing out a shaky breath. This was going to suck.
A further three cups of coffee and a hastily cooked piece of toast later found Ianto wandering hopelessly around Cardiff bay, hours until he had to be at school but unable to stand hanging around the house. Instead he stood overlooking the water, feeling -like he so often did- how similarly it ran to his emotions. Calm and still on the surface, hiding complete turmoil underneath.
Somehow, between listening to music and staring deep in thought across the water, he managed to waste the time away.
Hesitating at the end of the road to the school, hands jammed deep in pockets, head hung low, trying desperately to not draw any attention to himself. He started on his way, not really looking where he was going until he walked slam into a body running in his direction. Unable to keep his balance, he fell and somehow landed on top of the person. He was about his age, with soul-catching blue eyes. He could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks, but he physically had to drag himself upright. This was mad, his first day hadn't even started and he'd made a complete fool of himself to some unknown kid. Admittedly some unknown cute kid, jeeze what was he thinking, it hadn't been that long since 'the incident'! And a guy! He kept up his hurried pace all the way to the head teachers' office, his first port of call for the day, his mind in turmoil.
Ianto Jones entered what would from now on be his form room, and made his way to the tutor, a kindly looking man, who looked like he was once ginger, but was mostly bald now.
"Ah, Ianto Jones I presume. I'm Mr Lockwood your tutor, now let's see" he scanned the classroom, and his eyes seemed to alight upon a mass of blue in the corner, "Harkness! Harkness!" The shape looked up on the second shout, revealing itself to be a boy, knees drawn up to his chest, covered in a blue coat. "Harkness, you're to look after Jones" he informed the boy in an accent that revealed his roots in the North, before turning back to another student.
Ianto began the slow walk to who would be his 'buddy', the figure slowly emerging the nearer he got and oh god it was the boy from earlier. Trying hard to fight back the blush that threatened to creep up, or else the urge to run from the room, he carried on forwards until he reached the boy.
"Jack Harkness" the boy drawled in a playful American accent, sticking out his hands, "My friends call me the Captain"
"Jones" he replied taking the hand, then "Ianto Jones" the boy, Jack, really did have amazing eyes. And hair, all brown with a vaguely floppy fringe. Not to mention the gigawatt grin he was being given. The back of his mind told him he should stop with the Bond marathons and Back to the Future runs, but the conscious part ignored the rambling and instead registered embarrassment and nervousness. Great.
"Nice Bond reference" he commented, removing his legs from the seat so Ianto could sit down, but still leaning his back against the wall. He noticed the subtle changes he'd made to his uniform, and wondered whether he shouldn't have tried something like that. The Harkness boy had done away with the tie, instead having brightly coloured braces just visible over his shirt, with what looked like a vest underneath and large brown boots, which matched somewhat with the 1940's RAF greatcoat he seemed to be wearing instead of the blazer, presumably where the nickname came from, he thought, noting the stripes.
"Love the coat" Ianto commented, dryly but truthfully. He had a love of history, and it did look good, he imagined it was warm and comfortable, like wearing a blanket.
"Thanks, I've never seen anyone look that good in uniform, or heard Welsh sound so sexy" he counter complemented, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Maybe the lack of alterations was a good thing then. "So, do you throw yourself at all the boys, or is it just the lucky ones" he smirked.
"Just the lucky ones" he answered, the sarcasm lost somewhat by the fierce blush that's crept up his cheeks. He was saved further embarrassment by registration ending, and him being able to change the topic of the subject. "Where am I now?" he asked, feeling like a ridiculous child.
"If you've got science I suppose you're with me" he replied, noticing the subtle step away from the conversation and respecting it. He had a feeling he'd get on well with the Jones kid. "So, why move to this hole in the middle of a school year?" he asked with mild curiosity.
"I was born on Ceardydd" Ianto replied, deliberately using the Welsh pronunciation, hesitating before he said any more, unsure how much to reveal to the boy as of yet. He barely knew him! He settled with "There were... extenuating circumstances"
All Jack said was "I see" rather thoughtfully, not pushing him. They walked along in companionable silence, before Ianto absentmindedly took the plunge, half hoping the other boy wouldn't hear.
"Thank you" he mumbled almost inaudibly, maybe this Harkness would make a good friend, his first since moving back.
"What for?" damn, he'd heard.
"For not pursuing it, my extenuating circumstance"
The boy just shrugged, "We all have things we're not ready to share. I figure you'll tell me in your own time, that is if you're going to stick around with me. I'm sure your extenuating circumstance would fit right in with the rest of us" he gave a sad distant smile. Then they reached the science lab.
