Title: Are You Asking Me Out on a Date?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Status: Complete
Summary: Set during 2x01, "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang," moments after Jack has asked Ianto on a date around the cubicles. Semi-Jack prespective, though it's third person.
Ianto Jones. No matter how many times that Jack Harkness had sailed the galaxy, he had never been able to meet a replicated version of someone quite like him. He was one of the few Jack knew that could wear a twinkle in his eye and a hair of a frown on his lip. And as always, he looked good in a suit – preferably tailored, stark black with a stroke of magenta underneath.
In short, adorable.
Really, that was all Jack could think as he brushed past the door, a smug smile adorned over his mouth. True, Harkness wasn't one for sentimental bouts of romantic gestures, but he could almost tap his heels together as he leapt up to the roof.
His short holiday (in the scheme of the things) with The Doctor had reminded him of quite a bit of who he was and what he was cut out for. He had grown comfortable in the 21st century. Torchwood Three, despite its relative shortcomings (also known as Owen) at times, gave him purpose. He was a part of a team dedicated to the better good. He could put a stop to something, or at least seal a band aid over it.
But Jack knew what was at stake. He was adamantly aware of the limitations of Earth. He had seen what was beyond it, he was seduced by the galaxy and all its wonders.
It was freedom, tolerance, liberation, and in every sense of the word – unearthly. The things he knew, the technology that could raise each of the hairs on "modern day" scientists, all the things drilled into the Captain's brain were so beyond the limitations of the five senses. And on top of it all, stars on top of stars on top of stars. The Earth, once the center of the universe, was barely a bread crumb on the tip of a plate.
That is, of course, if he managed to forget the people on it.
Why, that Captain Jack Harkness, such a rogue. He could barely recall the last time he had asked someone on a date. It seemed so earthly, so two-dimensional, but then again, what did he have to lose?
He could still make out the slight smile lines at the tip of Ianto's eyes, his open stance; the pixy pink shirt had hugged Ianto's lithe frame like a dream. Of course Jack had noticed.
Jack could barely recall if he smiled as Ianto asked for clarification about this – this date thing, as if The Captain had asked the question in a language only Janet could articulate.
Ianto's face would forever – literally, forever – be imprinted in Jack's mind, as well as that very man in a suit. The one that called him "sir" despite all protests, the man who had survived the Battle of Canary Wharf and did everything in his power to save Lisa, the man who was so far beyond a tea boy, the man that Jack knew could grind more than just mocha cappuccino.
Oh, yes, Earth was quite a lovely place to be, after all.