Torchwood High
A/N: I know, I know, this idea has probably been done before. In fact, it has been done before… many times. But almost every day at school (when I zone out in class), I imagine what it would be like to have the team accompanying me in my boring lessons. So I decided to have a go at it. I may have an OC in slightly later chapters based on myself, but I'm still not sure… We'll see ;)
I hope you like it, reviews will make me smile and constructive criticism will be appreciated and will make further chapters better.
Chapter 1: Another Day
A blaring alarm assaulted Ianto's ears and slowly brought his mind back to reality. Groaning, he lifted his arm from where it was hanging over the side of the bed and flailed it around the shelf of the headboard above his head. Ten seconds later, his hand came into contact with the source of the irritating noise, and the siren ceased when he pressed the small button on the top.
Ianto let his arm fall back to his side. He didn't want to be taken away from the heavenly warm duvet that he could feel laying on his back.
His closed eyelids allowed him to continue his dreams from the night before. His lips curled into a small smile when the visions of the bluest eyes he had ever seen in the fifteen years of his life began to take shape through the black gloom, and he could have sworn he heard an American accented voice whisper in his ear.
A knock on his bedroom door and a familiar female voice pulled Ianto out of his fantasies, "Ianto! Get up! You're going to be late!"
"I am up, Mum," he murmured into his fluffy pillow.
Forcing his eyes open, Ianto slowly turned over on his back and eased his body into a sitting position. The thick blanket fell down to his waist, revealing his bare chest. His body gave a short violent shiver from the sudden change in temperature.
Better get dressed, he thought as he shuffled his way to his closet across the room.
"You should get outside, the bus will be here in a couple of minutes," Ianto's mom informed him, handing him his messenger bag and thermos full of coffee.
Ianto snaked his body through the strap of his school bag carefully, trying to avoid spilling his coffee all over his new trench coat.
"Have a good day sweetheart, I love you," his mom called out the door as Ianto strolled down the walkway from his house.
"Love you too," came the automatic response from Ianto's lips as he focused on avoiding the spots of ice on the pavement.
Eventually, Ianto made it to the end of the driveway. The Welsh, December wind nipped at his cheeks and nose, turning them a rosy pink. He clutched his coffee tighter in his hands as if the warmth would spread throughout his body. His came out in small clouds, but they were quickly carried by the brisk breeze.
A few minutes later, when the cold was almost too much for Ianto to tolerate, the sound of a diesel engine came from his left. With a screech, the school bus came to a stop about a foot from where he was standing.
The heat from the bus hit him like a brick wall as soon as he stepped on the stairs.
"Good morning Ianto," Susan, the driver, greeted him as he strode past to his usual seat- tenth on the right.
Ianto sat down in the seat as the bus jerked to a start. He tried to block out the noise from the other high-school students as he prepared for another day at Torchwood High.