I dont own this, wish i did!! Nothing torchwoodish is mine.
this is influenced by series 2 ep12, so possibly a few spoilers there. and this is also written for the people who have been bugging me to write some janto slashy goodness for quite some time. also, its written in really short chunks, so i apologise for that, but you get the gist. the different chapters swing between the two characters - ish.
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"I like the coat."
Ianto Jones was hoping that shameless flattery was the way forward. Jack Harkness was a man whose ego preceded him. And flattery was definitely deserved. The American accent made Ianto melt, but he had to think of work first. His life at Torchwood one had come down around his ears, and he had spent the last month in a wasteland of nothingness. Nothing to do with himself. No purpose.
Torchwood was a haven for Ianto. At school, he was ostracised. The quiet shy kid in the corner. He often felt like an only child, despite his older brother. The constant good natured teasing from his sibling, 13 years his senior, meant that he had a sharp wit, and an even sharper intellect.
His exclusion at school meant that he had devoted his life to science fiction. And one dark night in London, science fiction became reality. And he became a member of Torchwood.
Now with Lisa dead, and Torchwood London in pieces, he had headed to Cardiff to find the welsh branch of the agency. And the fact that the team was led by the only person he had found attractive since the death of his girlfriend was purely coincidental. And he had heard the stories about Jack Harkness, and his temptingly loose morals.