A/N - Hello lovely people. Just a little somthing I came up with, Not finished yet. Enjoy!
Jack was bored. There was nothing (and no one) to do. Ianto was out stocking up on coffee and food for the little kitchen in the hub. Gwen had taken the afternoon off and was having a romantic dinner with Rhys.
Jack wondered around aimlessly looking for something, anything, to fiddle with and take his mind off the complete emptiness of the base. He wasn't used to being alone, not since he and Ianto spent every night together, either at the hub or at Iantos flat. Jack considered doing something he hadn't done in years – going out and just talking to someone, not flirting (well maybe a little), just talking. But he didn't want to do that. He just wanted his Ianto back, or for something exciting to happen, or both.
Gwen, for once, wasn't thinking about Torchwood. She was content to just sit, eat her meal, and spend some quality time with her wonderful husband.
She remembered the last time her and Rhys had had a posh dinner out. It had gone fine until they, and several hundred other people, had witnessed Jack streaking across the road, waving his gun wildly, in hot pursuit of three giggling, giant teapots with legs.
Well, tonight wasn't going to be like that. She would make sure of it.
Ianto was walking back towards his Tourist Information shop front. He held in his left hand a bag filled with tinned food, biscuits, soap, toilet paper, oranges and Jacks weekly can of whipped cream. In his right hand he held another bag, overflowing and straining under the weight of the six large sacks of coffee beans. It would last them the weekend before sending Ianto out for more.
Ianto, upon reaching the entrance, tapped in the security code with difficulty and the door clicked open. He stepped in to find himself staring at an unexpected situation.
And it was pointing a gun at him.
'Jack, could you come up here a minute.' Iantos beautiful welsh voice rang out across the hub from the loudspeakers mounted on the wall. 'Please, Jack, I… um… I need to show you something.'
Jack was immediately suspicious, Ianto never said 'um' over the speakers. He always planned what he wanted to say carefully – sometimes even writing it out beforehand, so it sounded professional. Everyone found it funny, usually.
Jack grabbed his gun and made his way up. What he saw made his stomach do a back flip. He had been right to be suspicious.
What he saw was Ianto, kneeling on the floor, hands cuffed behind his back and a gun held to his head by a young, sexy, teenage girl dressed in beige combats and a tight white t-shirt.
Ianto looked up as Jack entered the room and their eyes met briefly and a look of complete love and trust was passed between them.
Jack looked up at the girl, 'Who the hell are you, where are you from and why are you threatening Ianto?'
The girl smiled at Jack, 'I'm Torchwood four and, effectively, your boss so you'd better do as I say, and this sexy young thing…'she ran a hand through Iantos hair, '…is to make sure that you do.'
Jack wished he was still bored.
A/N - Cyber Cupcakes for Reviews! I don't know how to finish this story, any ideas? If you want to suggest a way it can continue please send me a message :)